Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

At about three o'clock in the afternoon, Tiera, Harry and Ron came to the green grass in front of the school, where there were already more than twenty brooms neatly placed on the grass.

When they arrived, the field was already filled with young wizards from Gryffindor and Slytherin. The three of them were the last to arrive because Tiera had the habit of taking a nap every day from 12:30 to 2:30.

From one to three o'clock, Tiera would sleep for two hours.

This is not for rest. Tiera's mental strength is enough to support him from sleeping for several days and nights. This is just his habit. Although his scientific research life in his previous life was busy, it was precisely because of his busyness that he needed to take a nap.

Harry was waiting for Tiera and Ron was waiting for Harry, so the three of them were the last to arrive.

But it seems that before their teacher showed up, they sneaked into the group of little wizards.

Ron was smarter this time and did not utter arrogant words like he did in the first Transfiguration class. Instead, he pulled Harry and Tiera closer to Hermione.

A minute after Harry, Ron and Tiera arrived, Mrs. Hooch, the flying teacher, walked into the green pasture.

Mrs. Hodge has short gray hair and a pair of yellow eyes like an eagle.

"Okay, what are you all waiting for?" Mrs. Hodge said vigorously, "Everyone stand next to a broomstick. Quick, quick, quick, hurry up!"

Tiera lowered her head and glanced at his broomstick. It was old and broken, with some branches sticking out in various directions. The same was true for others. Freshmen were not allowed to bring their own brooms, otherwise Tiera would be sure that

Malfoy will definitely bring his broom that is said to be Nimbus Two Thousand, and then show it off in front of Tiera and Harry.

"Stretch out your right hand and place it on the broom handle," Mrs. Hooch shouted from the front, "and then say: Get up!"

"Get up!" everyone shouted.

Harry's broom immediately jumped into his hand, but there are only a few such obedient brooms.

Tiera's broom bounced on the ground, but did not jump to his hand.

Hermione's broom just rolled on the ground.

And Neville's broom didn't move at all.

Then Mrs. Hooch showed them how to ride on a broom without falling off their heads. She walked around the group and corrected their hand grip.

To Tiera's surprise, riding on the broom was not painful, but instead seemed to have a soft force supporting his butt. This made Tiera less averse to riding a broom.

After all, when Quidditch was mentioned on a certain website's bulletin board in my previous life, the most discussed topic was whether broomsticks would cause diarrhea.

"Okay, as soon as I whistle, you push your legs off the ground and push hard." Mrs. Hodge said, "Hold the broom steadily, rise a few feet, then lean forward slightly and fall vertically back to the ground.

Listen to my whistle, three, two..."

However, Neville was too nervous and was afraid of being left on the ground, so before the whistle touched Mrs. Hooch's lips, he kicked hard and flew up.

"Come back, come back!" shouted Mrs. Hooch, but Neville rose straight up, like a cork spurting out of a bottle, twelve feet, twenty feet.

"Ah - ah -" Neville, with a pale face, slipped off the broom.

He fell to the grass with a "bang--" and shrank into a ball.

Fortunately, the soil on the grass had just been turned over and was very soft. Although Neville was injured and curled up on the ground moaning, he was still alive.

Mrs. Hoch bent down and picked up Neville. Her face was as pale as Neville's.

"The wrist is broken." Harry heard her whisper, "Okay, the kids...it's okay. Let's go to the hospital together."

She turned to the rest of the class and said, "I'm sending this kid to the hospital. No one of you is allowed to move! Put the broomstick back where it belongs. Otherwise, you'll be kicked out of Hog before you can even say a word of Quidditch."

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"Let's go, poor thing." The last sentence was addressed to Neville.

Then Mrs. Hooch hugged Neville and disappeared from the castle gate.

As soon as they were out of hearing, Malfoy burst into laughter.

"Have you seen how miserable he is, that stupid big guy?" Other Slytherin students also echoed.

"Shut up, Malfoy," Parvati Patil said sharply.

"Huh? Are you protecting Longbottom?" Pansy Parkinson said, she is an ugly-looking Slytherin girl. "I didn't expect you to like the chubby little tearbag, Patil."

"Look!" Malfoy said, rushing over to grab something on the grass. "That idiot Longbottom's grandmother gave it to him."

He held up the memory ball, which sparkled in the sunlight.

However, Tiera still came up with a broom at this time.

The broom is longer than the book and thinner than the book.

But how could Malfoy, who had already suffered a loss once, fall for the same trick again? Before Tiera's broom could reach him, he got on the broom and flew up, causing the little wizard below to exclaim.

It seems that apart from the helicopter part, at least Malfoy can really ride a broom.

"Come and catch me, you nerdy Muggle!" Malfoy shouted in mid-air, staring at Tiera fiercely.

"Bring back Malfoy!" Harry shouted at him.

Malfoy smiled evilly, tossing Neville's memory ball in his hand.

"If you want it, come and get it." Then after seeing Tiera take out the wand, Malfoy flew higher.

Harry grabbed the broom.

"No!" Hermione shouted, "Mrs. Hooch told us not to move. You would cause trouble for all of us."

Harry ignored her. He got on his broomstick and kicked the ground hard, so he rose up. The air blew through his hair, and his robes fluttered behind him. Soon he was as high as Malfoy.

the height of.

James' genetic strength is clearly evident.

This surprised Malfoy.

"Bring it here," Harry shouted, "or I'll knock you off your broom."

"Oh, really?" Malfoy said. He wanted to laugh, but it felt like a toad was stuck in his throat.

Harry seemed to know what to do naturally. He leaned forward and grabbed the broom tightly with both hands. Then, the broom shot towards Malfoy like a javelin. Malfoy barely dodged.

Harry turned around suddenly and grabbed the broom firmly. Several people below were applauding.

He once again enjoyed the feeling of being in the spotlight.

Only this time, he did it completely and relied on his own strength.

Harry glanced down at Tiera.

Tiera still had that faint smile on her face, holding the broom in one hand and the wand in the other, blending in with the crowd and gently applauding Harry with her palms.

For some reason, Harry suddenly felt a little disappointed.

He would rather see an expression of surprise or surprise on Tiera's face.

Instead of the everlasting smile.