Harry Potter and the Old Ones

At around three o'clock in the afternoon, Tierra, Harry and Ron came to the green grass in front of the school, where there were already more than 20 brooms neatly arranged on the grass.

When they arrived, the field was already full of little wizards from Gryffindor and Slytherin. The three of them were the last to arrive, because Tierra had the habit of taking a nap, from 12:30 to 2:30 every day. Or from one to three, Tierra would sleep for two hours.

This is not for rest, Tierra's mental strength is enough to keep him awake for several days and nights, this is just his habit all the time, 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.

And Harry waited for Tierra, and Ron waited for Harry, so the three were the last to arrive.

But it seems that before their teacher appeared, they sneaked into the group of young wizards.

This time Ron learned to be smart. Instead of uttering wild words like the first Transfiguration class, he pulled Harry and Tiera closer to Hermione.

A minute after Harry, Ron and Tiera arrived, Mrs Hodge, the flying lesson teacher, stepped out into the green pasture.

Mrs. Hodge has short gray hair and yellow eyes like a hawk.

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

Tierra looked down at his broomstick, it was old and worn out, with some branches protruding in all directions, and the others were the same, first-year students were not allowed to bring their own brooms, otherwise Tierra was sure, Malfoy will definitely bring his broom that is said to be a two-thousand Nimbus, and then show it off in front of Tierra and Harry.

"Put your right hand over the broom handle," cried Mrs. Hooch ahead, "and say: Get up!"

"Get up!" everyone yelled.

Harry's broom jumped into his hand immediately, but there are only a few brooms that do well.

Tierra's broom jumped on the ground, but it didn't land on his hand.

Hermione's broom just rolled on the ground.

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

Mrs Hooch then showed them how to get on the broom without slipping off their heads. She walked up and down the line, correcting their handshakes.

To Tierra's surprise, riding on the broom is not a jerk, but it seems that there is a soft force supporting his buttocks, which makes Tierra's aversion to riding a broom much less.

After all, when Quidditch was heard in the bullet screen of a certain station in the previous life, the most discussed topic was whether the broom would touch the egg.

"Well, as soon as I whistle, you kick your legs off the ground and kick hard," said Mrs. Hodge, "hold the broom steady, rise a few feet, then lean forward slightly, and fall straight back to the ground. Listen to my whistle, three, two..."

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

"Come back, come back!" cried Mrs Hooch, but Neville went straight up, like a cork spouting from a bottle, twelve feet, twenty feet.

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

"Boom—" fell to the grass 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 constantly, he was still alive.

Mrs. Hodge bent down to pick up Neville, her face as pale as Neville's.

"Broken wrist," Harry heard her whisper. "Okay, kids...it's all right, let's go, let's go to the hospital together."

She turned to the rest of the class and said, "I'm taking this kid to the hospital, and none of you are allowed to move! Put the broomsticks back where they were, or you'll be kicked out of Hoag before you can even say a word of Quidditch." Watts' gate!"

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

Then Mrs. Hodge disappeared at the castle gate with Neville in her arms.

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

"Did you see how miserable he is, that big fool?" the other Slytherins echoed.

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

"Yo? You guarding Longbottom?" said Pansy Parkinson, an ugly Slytherin girl. "I didn't expect you to like chubby little tears, Patil."

"Look!" Malfoy said, rushing to grab something on the grass, "That big fool Longbottom's grandma gave it to him."

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

However, at this moment Tierra had already walked up with the broom.

A broom is longer and thinner than a book.

But how could Malfoy, who had already suffered a loss, get the same trick again. Before Tierra's broom swept him, he got on the broom and flew up, causing the little wizard below to cry out.

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

"Catch me, nerdy Muggle!" Malfoy yelled in mid-air, staring at Tierra viciously.

"Bring back Malfoy!" Harry yelled at him.

Malfoy smiled viciously, tossing Neville's memory ball from hand to hand.

"Get it if you want it." Then Malfoy flew higher after seeing Tierra pull out his wand.

Harry grabbed the broom.

"No!" cried Hermione. "Mrs. Hooch told us not to move. You'll get us all in trouble."

Harry ignored her. He got on his broomstick, kicked the ground hard, and he was up, the air whirring through his hair, his robes whirling behind him, and soon he was at the same height as Malfoy.

James' genetic strength is on display.

This surprised Malfoy.

"Bring it here," Harry called, "or I'll knock you off the broom."

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

Harry seemed to innately know what to do. He leaned forward, gripped the broom tightly with both hands, and it shot at Malfoy like a javelin. Malfoy barely dodges.

Harry turned sharply back again, gripping the broom firmly. A few people below are applauding.

He once again enjoyed the sensation of being watched.

It's just that this time he did it completely, relying on his own strength.

Harry glanced down at Tierra.

Tierra still had that faint smile on her face, mixing in the crowd and gently applauding Harry with her palms.

For some reason, Harry was suddenly a little disappointed.

He preferred to see a look of surprise, or surprise, on Tiera's face.

Instead of a pair of eternal faint smile expression.