From Kamal Taj to Hogwarts

Xiwen's words made Elsiona shaken a little, but in the end he still didn't convince her to go home and recuperate immediately.

Elsiona told Xiwen that her condition is quite good now and she can wait until the symptoms of the blood curse worsen before going home to recuperate.

After saying that, she said goodbye to Xiwen and hurriedly left the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

"Hey, why are you two whispering here right after class?" Abraxas looked at Xiven and Elsiona and asked teasingly. "What are you talking about? Why don't you share it with us?" ?”

"We didn't say anything. But what are you doing?" Xiwen immediately changed the subject.

He turned back to look at Abu, only to see Mobley being grabbed by the hood of his school robe, with a helpless expression on his face. Gomez stood next to the two of them, looking at Mobley with pity.

"Sivan, save me quickly, Abraxas wants to drag me to the Quidditch pitch!" Mobley saw Sivan turning around, as if he saw a savior, and shouted loudly.

Hearing his shouting, Xiwen realized that there was only one class this afternoon, and the rest of the time was at his disposal.

Xiwen glanced at Mobley, who was hopeless, and asked, "What's going on? It's not just once or twice that Abu has wanted to take you to Quidditch with him, why did he react so strongly this time?"

"The two of them made a bet before class, whether you would be asked a question by the professor in this class, and the loser would have to agree to a request from the other person." Gomez explained silently beside him.

Hearing the whole story, Xiwen looked at Mobley with sympathetic eyes, patted him heavily on the shoulder, and said: "Come on, Mobley. I made a bet, even if I kneel down, I have to keep it." Make it happen!"

Mobley's expression became even more lifeless.

Abramovich proudly tugged on Mobley's hat, then looked at Sivan and asked, "So do you want to come with us, Sivan?"

Xiwen raised his eyes and looked out the window. At this time, it was the kind of comfortable weather with clear skies and clear air that is about to enter autumn.

"It would be good to go out and exercise!" Xiwen smiled and nodded.

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The sky was clear and clear, and the gentle breeze of late summer and early autumn dissipated the heat without seeming cold. It was exceptionally refreshing, rustling the green grass on the ground.

Walking on the grass to the north of the castle, Abraxas held his Comet 180 and showed it off to the three Xivins in a very happy mood, talking happily about the recruitment of new players for the Slytherin Quidditch team.

"Slytherin's Quidditch team will recruit new members this weekend. I've been waiting for this day for too long!" he said excitedly.

"Then I wish you success in being selected!" Xiwen said with a smile and blessing.

At this time, Mobley suddenly pointed to an open space and shouted in surprise: "Look over there, is that Professor Prenton?"

Abu, an ardent fan of Professor Prenton, immediately rushed over and discovered that it was a first-year student taking flying lessons.

A group of little wizards were standing on the lawn, shouting "get up" to the brooms in front of them.

"One year has passed before I know it, and I feel nostalgic for it inexplicably!" Xiwen sighed as he looked at those young faces. "The incident when Mobley couldn't control his broom and almost fell to death was really impressive. .”

Mobley immediately turned dark and said, "I think you don't have to say the last sentence!"

At this time, Professor Prenton seemed to see Abu holding a broomstick and waved to him.

"That's Mr. Malfoy over there, right? Do you want to go to the Quidditch pitch now?" Professor Prenton said to Abu with a handsome smile on his face.

When Abu saw the famous star Professor Prenton taking the initiative to speak to him, he almost screamed with excitement and quickly nodded in response.

"That's just right. You can come and demonstrate the essentials of flying to these new little wizards." Professor Prenton seemed to have made an impromptu decision and said to the four Xiwens.

Abu hurriedly agreed without any hesitation. He rode his Comet 180 gracefully and flew above the first grade wizard.

"Very good, beautiful action!" Professor Prenton clapped, then looked at the freshmen standing next to him and said, "Did you see it? This is what flying should be like."

Then, the professor looked at the three Xiwen people who were still standing on the ground and said, "Can any of you complete the take-off action? Start by calling up the broomstick."

Among the remaining three, Professor Prenton first glanced at Mobley, then immediately thought of last year's flight accident, and shook his head solemnly.

Then he looked at Gomez and found that he had no impression of the little wizard. In the end, he focused on Xiwen's face.

"This classmate, please give us an example." The professor obviously didn't remember Xiwen's name, so he could only use his classmate as a reference.

Xiwen shrugged, took out his broomstick, the Silver Arrow, from the pocket watch space, and gently placed it on the ground.

In fact, Xiven originally forgot that he could bring a broomstick to Hogwarts in the second grade. But after learning about this from Abu, he secretly opened the door to the dimension and gave the broomstick to him from his room at home.

I took it over. Since then, the silver arrow has been placed in the pocket watch space.

Under the expectant eyes of the freshmen, Xiwen looked at the flying broomstick in front of him that was glowing silver in the sun, and whispered:

"rise."

The silver arrow flew lightly into Xiwen's hand.

Xiwen placed the broom in front of him, raised his legs to straddle it, then kicked off the ground with his feet and flew off the lawn.

Finally, he floated next to Abu.

"Very standard action!" Professor Prenton once again led the freshmen in applause.

"Now that you've seen the demonstrations of the two seniors, it's your time now."

"Remember, you can only fly within the area I have designated and at an altitude of no more than ten feet. Anyone who violates the rules will be punished." The professor said. This instruction was similar to what Xiwen and the others heard last year.

As the professor finished speaking, Xiven could see Riddle taking the lead on the broom and flying into the air easily.

"Look, everyone, the first student who successfully took off has appeared!" Professor Prenton said with satisfaction. "Three points for Slythering!"

"You're flying pretty well, Riddle!" Xiven waved to Riddle in the air and said with a smile.

Riddle smiled and nodded to Sivan.

This was his first time flying in the air, and he was in a rather excited mood. In this state, he no longer acted with the deliberate elegance he had before, but instead showed a wanton and unbridled sense of self-importance.

However, a sudden accident happened on Riddle's broom——

The broomstick he was riding on suddenly began to tremble violently!

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