A ruined Hogwarts

Amid Ms. Huo Qi's screams, everyone in the venue hurriedly stuffed their wands back into their pockets and stood in two rows again in a mess.

Owen watched this unusual scene in front of him with great interest, and then stood back in the team, looking thoughtfully at Draco who was furious at the side.

At this time, Draco hugged his shoulders and turned away without looking at anyone. He was holding the broomstick tightly in his hand, his knuckles cracking, his lips moving silently, and his pale and slender face flushed. Got to be red.

Harry was standing up from the grass in the distance at this time, and then saw Professor McGonagall running towards him in a hurry.

After seeing Harry stand up unharmed, Professor McGonagall breathed a deep sigh of relief, and then her eyes flashed with surprise and anger. As soon as she passed by, she saw Harry swooping down from high in the sky on his broomstick. God knows, she almost jumped up in fright. He might break his neck!

"Potter, how dare you... In all my years at Hogwarts, I have never..." Professor McGonagall said angrily.

"Sorry, Professor, I..." Harry raised the memory ball in his hand and swallowed hard.

"Dive fifty feet and catch this thing." Professor McGonagall looked at him with a complex expression, "You did do a great thing... but that's not the reason for you to act recklessly! If there is another time - "

"There won't be a next time, Professor, I promise!" Harry almost raised his hands and swore. He almost thought he would be fired.

"Okay." There was a hint of relief and regret in Professor McGonagall's eyes, "I think you can consider joining the Quidditch team next year. I think you will be an excellent seeker...your father will do it for you. You are proud." She said hurriedly, but it's a pity that such a good seedling is not Gryffindor?

"Okay, you should go back to class." She left quickly.

"...I really don't know, I just left for a short while, are you going to rebel?" Ms. Huo Qi sternly scolded the young wizards, "This is a flying lesson, you don't need to wave your wand stupidly! Or do you think that waving your magic wand around will help you fly more steadily?"

Owen didn't quite know what happened, so he could only follow the scolding with an innocent face. The young wizards were scolded and their heads drooped, like trembling quails.

"And you, Potter!" Harry just ran over and was greeted by Ms. Hooch's unceremonious lecture. "Do you know how dangerous you have done? If you make even the slightest mistake, you will Break all the bones in your body, or just plunge your head into the mud!"

Ms. Huo Qi was very angry. For many years, this kind of thing had never happened in her flying lessons.

It was only after scolding each of the little wizards that they never dared to raise their heads again. She calmed down and praised Owen's behavior: "Of course, I must praise Shafiq. Although he also flew into the sky without authorization... ..." She glanced at Owen warningly, and then smiled, "However, he saved Longbottom's classmate beautifully and helped him overcome his fear and master the secret of flying."

"It's not easy to do this. You did what I, a teacher, should do. All I can say is, well done! For this, I will give you twenty points," she said.

Owen smiled at Ms. Hooch. Most of the Gryffindor students opposite looked at him with complicated eyes, obviously not expecting him to save anyone. Neville had a sincere smile on his face. He was truly happy for Owen. After noticing Owen's gaze, he couldn't help but stand up straight, with a hint of embarrassment and longing in his expression.

Admire? Have you gained a little fan? Owen sighed, then laughed it off.

Well, it seems that there won't be many Gryffindors coming to trouble him in the future, which is gratifying.

During the rest of the flight lesson, Ms. Huo Qi carefully asked the students to test the flight one by one, and also asked Owen and others who were good flyers to demonstrate. Neville flew more and more steadily, and Harry completely stimulated his flying talent, flying better than the senior students, which attracted waves of exclamation from Ms. Hooch.

"It would be a pity if you don't make the Quidditch team," she said with emotion, "A true flying genius!"

Daphne was not very good at flying, so she tried to fly meticulously, as tremblingly as a female driver who was driving on the road for the first time, just like Hermione. The two almost collided with each other in the air, and then fell back to the ground crookedly.

"I still think it feels better to be down to earth." Daphne complained softly.

Pansy was distracted, her eyes flicking to Draco and Harry from time to time. Ever since the previous quarrel, the two of them had not even glanced at each other, and they seemed to be in a state of estrangement, which made her a little troubled.

One is the boy she has been admiring and chasing for all these years, and the other is a famous and admirable idol. Why can't the two of them live in harmony? The things they were arguing about were not big things.

Panxi is so tired, she just wants to happily chase stars...

At the end of this class, Owen once again received a lot of complicated looks from the Gryffindors. When I was young, I didn’t have so many complicated thoughts. Black was black and white was white. When I started to change my view of a person, that tit-for-tat feeling disappeared quietly.

Of course, the one who was most impressed was Harry. Owen had also learned what happened from Blaise and Daphne before. All kinds of differences in outlook between Harry and Draco broke out completely. It has to be said that if they can get over this hurdle, they will probably establish a strong friendship in the future. If they can't get over it, they will inevitably part ways.

Harry's courageous act of standing up to defend his friends and upholding justice was unanimously recognized by the Gryffindors, and everyone listened to what he said on the air. Nowadays, many classmates who had stayed away from him because of the college he attended have come to know him, for example...

"Ron Weasley." The boy with fiery red hair and freckles stretched out his hand to Harry, "I want to say that you were good at what happened before!"

Harry forced a smile and shook his hand. He was really not in a good mood.

His eyes involuntarily touched Draco's, and the two of them snorted in unison and turned away their heads in disgust.

"Owen, what do you want to eat tonight?" Blaise asked, covering his growling belly.

"Well, tender steak and lemonade, it would be great if there is a plate of melon seeds." Owen winked and smiled, and the group walked towards the auditorium.

The sky has darkened, and an illusory moon hangs slantingly on the indigo-colored sky. A few particularly bright stars are shining in the distance, suspended among the mountains.

Warm yellow lights lit up in the castle, and bursts of laughter came from the auditorium.