A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 46 Flying Lesson (2 in 1)

It was a sunny, breezy day. A group of people walked down the sloping field to a flat lawn outside the Forbidden Forest, where they prepared to take their first flying lesson.

Dozens of flying broomsticks are neatly placed on the grass. They are all old and broken, with some branches sticking out here and there. They are antiques from many years ago.

Before the Gryffindor students arrived, Ms. Huo Qi, the flying class teacher, was already standing there waiting. She looked over with eagle-like yellow eyes and said without any delay: "Everyone stands up and flies into the sky."

Next to the broom, quick!"

The group of people stood still, and Owen heard Draco whispering softly: "With this kind of antique broomstick, do we really not need to write a suicide note in advance? I suspect it was flying in mid-air.

It will disintegrate..."

Ms. Huo Qi glanced over with a stern look, causing him to hold back his words and move his lips slightly without making a sound.

Owen nodded casually, watching a row of Gryffindor students coming from afar, but he was thinking about some messy things in his mind.

"In other words, no matter whether the accident in the flying lesson happens or not, Harry can't even think about joining the Quidditch team in advance." He thought amusingly, "Professor Snape has no intention of treating him specially unless he

Harry's mother turned into a ghost and came back... tsk tsk."

When Owen was thinking wildly, he felt a series of substantial eyes focused on him. He raised his eyes and glanced across the way, and saw all the Gryffindor students looking at him with sharp and provocative eyes. If

If Mrs. Huo Qi hadn't been present, they probably wanted to pull out their wands and start a fight on the spot.

No way, ever since Peeves blocked a lot of people at the door of the Gryffindor lounge that day, Owen, who was mistaken for the instigator behind the scenes, has really been targeted a lot. Everyone wants to get back some ground with him.

, especially students in the same year as him, and they were also taught the most by Owen...

Although she made this clear to Miss Hermione Granger in the library before, Hermione is currently not popular in Gryffindor. Perhaps because she lacks a sense of security after entering the magical world for the first time, she eagerly shows

She wants to gain recognition from others for the knowledge she has mastered, but this will give people the impression of being arrogant, complacent and nosy, so she still has no friends in the academy.

"Look, aren't you able to do this well?" he said with a chuckle.

"Very good, correct your posture as Ms. Huo Qi said." Owen nodded and said encouragingly.

"Don't think about the ground, think about your broom." Owen's voice sounded like a free bird in the high-altitude wind, crisp and sweet. "It can feel your heart, your will... If you don't believe it,

It will also be afraid and fearful, and it will also panic and doubt itself. As long as you believe in it, it will trust and repay you equally."

"Haha..." Draco kicked his feet on the ground, flew directly into the air where he could not hit from the ground, and shouted loudly, "Hit me if you have the guts to see if my father will kick you out of school."

Expelled! I changed my mind, I want to see how high I can drop this memory ball from before it breaks..."

"Get up!" Owen shouted absentmindedly, but his broom jumped into his hand obediently. It must be said that he was indeed flying very skillfully.

"What did I do wrong? Huh? Find out your identity! That's just the big stupid guy who prefers Gryffindor. He's always hanging out with that little Mudblood named Granger in the library..." Della

Ke's tone was sharp and authentic.

"Hold on to the broom in your hand!" Owen's voice was not high-pitched, but his calm and clear voice reached Neville's ears word for word, making his panicked mind slightly more stable.

Hermione looked at him in surprise, her lips turning white.

He saw Neville looking back down with a horrified look on his face, his pupils shrinking due to fear; he saw Neville gasping for air, his body slowly sliding down from the broomstick...

"Who doesn't want to see it? Haha..." Pansy Parkinson agreed, Crabbe and Goyle nodded like chickens pecking at rice. Daphne frowned and looked away, and Blaise hugged his shoulders and looked indifferently.

Turned to the other side.

"Oh, I know this, the memory ball!" he said loudly, staring at Harry with his gray eyes, and said arrogantly, "Let me think about it, put it on a tree and let Longbottom pick it up...

…I think it’s a good idea.”

"Of course it has something to do with me!" Harry turned red with anger and shouted, "What are you doing? Making fun of others, taking away or destroying classmates' things, and insulting classmates? This is

Bullying!”

"How dare you say that word!" The Gryffindor students exploded instantly, and all of them pulled out their wands. Slytherin always defended his shortcomings, and a group of people also pulled out their wands.

"Oh, come back!" Ms. Huo Qi raised her hand tiredly and scratched it.

At this time, Hermione was one of the few students in Gryffindor who was not staring at Owen. In fact, the little witch was looking anxiously at the broomstick next to her, and was reciting something from the book.

It seems like flying does the trick.

Looking at Neville's still anxious expression, Owen smiled slightly: "It is also longing for your trust, Neville Longbottom."

"This has nothing to do with you!" Draco shouted angrily.

Harry was angry and anxious. Now he was no longer a novice who knew nothing about the wizarding world. He certainly knew how insulting the word "Mudblood" was. He didn't care about thinking, and directly kicked off the ground and flew to Germany.

Across from Draco: "Give it to me, Draco Malfoy!"

Harry was able to meet and become friends with her early in the library, probably because of the need for silence in the library and because "distance creates beauty."

"You're welcome." Owen shook his head and grinned when he saw Ms. Huo Qi following them on the ground. "Now you should think about Ms. Huo Qi."

The two looked at each other and slowly fell to the ground. Although Neville still tensed his body, he flew very smoothly.

"Uh, I have a headache..." Owen grinned slightly. He had enough of being surrounded or watched all the time. He didn't want to really live up to the stupid title of "Gryffindor's Nemesis".

Ms. Huo Qi didn't care to talk to them, and directly chased the two people in the air, running farther and farther away.

"That's right, I had my belongings taken away, I was laughed at for my baggy clothes and glasses covered with tape, I was chased around the school, I was isolated by my classmates... I have experienced all these things."

He looked into Draco's eyes, "I know exactly how painful and depressing that feels."

He changed the direction, allowing the two people who were flying vertically to start gliding forward in parallel in the high air.

"I don't think there's anything funny about this. He might break his leg or even break his neck... Owen did the right thing!" Harry explained as calmly as possible.

Neville gritted his teeth and steadied his body. He glanced dizzily at the ground and saw that the two of them were about to fly into the Forbidden Forest. His hands were so tight that his joints turned white, and he slowly turned the broomstick around.

Son, flew towards the field.

"What are you talking about?" Draco's expression turned a little ugly instantly. He felt that Harry was always like this, he liked to refute his words and didn't give himself face in front of a group of people.

At this time, it was almost just Neville's front and rear feet that had just jumped into the sky. Owen, who was already prepared, also kicked off the ground with both feet and flew up into the sky with a "whoosh" sound.

"Remember what I said, trust it, not me." Owen's expression turned serious, "I'm not taking you flying!"

"In my opinion, bullying others is really the worst and shameful thing." Harry said coldly, and then stretched out a hand, "Now, give me the memory ball, Draco!

"

"Ah?" Tears finally rolled down from the corners of Neville's eyes. He gasped for breath and looked at Owen, but his right hand instinctively followed his words and grabbed the broom handle that was about to slide off.

Draco gaped at him, annoyed and at a loss. His expression changed again and again, and then he gritted his teeth, raised the memory ball in his hand, and threw it high.

He gradually felt more comfortable, and the broomstick seemed to convey the same will to him, which was a free and carefree will. He slowly opened his mouth, with two tears on his face, and smiled a little funny but brightly.

stand up.

"Don't make trouble, Harry!" Malfoy shouted, "You are always against me!"

"Should I be happy and then become your accomplice in bullying others?" Harry's face sank, but his expression suddenly became quite powerful, "Very good, then let me tell you, there is no way I can do such a thing! I won't

As rich and powerful as you are, I don’t think that I can do whatever I want. I know very well what a hateful thing you are doing, because I was once one of the bullies.”

Owen grabbed Neville's left arm and looked at the other person's frightened face, the tears in the corners of his eyes, and the annoyed and cowardly expression. He was silent for a moment. He originally planned to just pull Neville to the ground.

Stopped.

"I'm not against you, it's just that you didn't do it right!" Harry also said loudly. The people around him were at a loss for a moment as they watched them quarreling.

Next, before Ms. Huo Qi blew the whistle, a familiar plot happened. Neville soared into the sky like an arrow, flying straight into the sky like a champagne cork, causing everyone to panic.

Exclamations.

He knows what it feels like not to be trusted, and he also understands what it feels like to long for the trust of others. In fact, he has always longed to be trusted and recognized, but he feels that he can't accomplish anything...

But if something else is craving his trust just as he longs for others, what qualifications does he have to let him down?

After all the brooms barely jumped into everyone's hands, Ms. Huo Qi began to demonstrate how to ride on the broom, and then corrected everyone's finger grip, and then came the test flight session.

"I wonder if something will happen to Neville Longbottom like in the original plot. If so, this is an opportunity to ease the relationship." Owen looked at Neville, whose legs were trembling, and said thoughtfully.

I thought, judging from the other party's attitude, something will happen to the safekeeping later and he will not run away.

"So what? I didn't bully you, you should be grateful for that." Draco stared arrogantly at the lightning-shaped scar on Harry's forehead.

Just as the two of them soared into the sky, the crowd standing on the field also started to commotion.

Neville turned around and saw that Owen had loosened his hold on his hand. His expression suddenly became panicked, and his originally stable body began to shake again.

"Come back, kid!" Ms. Huo Qi was panicked by this sudden situation and hurriedly chased Neville in the direction of his flight.

"Ha, I'm really a great educator." Owen joked to himself.

…

After hearing these words, Neville's expression changed, and a determined look flashed in his eyes that were always timid and unconfident. He clamped the broom tightly and grasped the broom handle firmly with both hands.

, the swaying body slowly stabilized.

"Hahaha, have you seen his face, that stupid big guy?" Draco couldn't help but hold his stomach and burst into laughter. He thought Neville's expression was really funny. "Speaking of Owen, let's go

Why are you joining in the fun? Who doesn't want to see if he falls?"

At this time, Ms. Huo Qi's voice reached her ears: "Stretch out your right hand, put it on the broom handle, and say: Get up!"

When Neville's body began to fall, Owen leaned forward, and the broomstick accelerated again as if by induction, and finally caught up with the opponent before he completely slid off the broom.

"I don't want to, Draco!" Harry said irritably. Malfoy's appearance reminded him of his classmates in Muggle school, those guys who followed Dudley to bully him. He felt that he was now a bully.

This discovery made him frustrated and angry.

Using his reverse psychology, he ran directly to where Neville was and found a shiny glass ball from the grass.

He actually didn't care whether he could improve his relationship with the little Gryffindors, but it would be a good thing if he could reduce the trouble. Owen always hated getting into unnecessary trouble, and besides, it could save a child from unnecessary trouble.

Even if he is injured, he is willing to do it.

Owen was fully focused at this time, chasing Neville's flying figure as if he was chasing a golden snitch. The wind whistled in his ears, ruffling his hair, and giving him a feeling of comfort.

.

"You see, in fact, whether it is flight or magic, they are the same." Owen continued, "Whether it is your broom or your wand, they are always waiting for your trust. Without your trust,

They can't do anything..."

"Thank you." Neville nodded, his eyes flashing brightly. He paused and called the other person's name: "Thank you, Owen."

Owen slowly let go of his hand and nodded with satisfaction when he saw Neville flying smoothly ahead.

There are only a few people who behave like him, including Harry, Draco and Blaise. Daphne's broom jumped up like a dying fish and then fell softly. On the opposite side, Hermione's broom was lazy.

Neville rolled over on the ground triumphantly, but Neville's broom didn't move at all.

Neville's lips trembled as he struggled to adjust his sitting position on the broomstick. After his eyes swept across the ground in the distance, he looked dazed for a moment, his face became paler, and his body began to tremble again.

"How could I, a friendly person like me, become the public enemy of a group of children?" Owen shook his head secretly, "It's all Peeves' fault, and I won't take the blame."

"Don't do such a thing, Draco." Harry said helplessly.

Neville Longbottom on the other side had no interest in provoking Owen at all. He was so nervous that his whole body was trembling slightly and his eyes were straight. But Ron Weasley beside him did not show any timidity at all.

Shi Zheng opened his eyes wide and stared at Owen fiercely, looking like a hamster about to burst into flames.

He knew that the child was not stupid, but lacked self-confidence due to memory problems. At this time, it was not feasible for him to become confident, but if he empathized with the other person, let him trust his wand.

, this is the effective way.

"Then go get it yourself!" he shouted angrily, and then flew directly to the ground.

Harry couldn't care about him anymore. He stared closely at the glass ball, leaned forward and dived down at an accelerated speed. Amid the screams of the audience, he steadily caught the memory one foot above the ground.

Then he straightened the broom, glided along the ground for a short distance, and landed firmly on the grass.

"Oh my God! What are you doing? Ah?" Ms. Huo Qi's voice came from far away, with a tone of panic and anger.

Owen and Neville followed her, looking curiously at the chaotic venue.

(End of chapter)