Harry Potter: Glory of the King

Ms. Hooch hurried forward and leaned over to look at Neville, her face as pale as Neville.

"Fortunately, it's amazing!" People nearby heard her whisper, "Okay, kid—it's okay, you can get up."

She turned and looked at the other students in the class.

"I'll take this child to the hospital, and none of you are allowed to move! Put the flying broomstick back where it was, otherwise you will be kicked out of the Hogwarts gate before you have time to say'Quidditch'. Let's go. ,Dear."

There were tears on Neville’s face. He touched himself helplessly, feeling that he was slapped a few times by something as he fell, but he didn’t feel any pain, but he was still hugged by Ms. Hooch. Walk towards Hogwarts.

As soon as they walked away, Malfoy burst into laughter: "Did you see his face, that stupid man?"

Other Slytherin students echoed.

"Shut up, Malfoy." Parvati Pettil snapped.

"Hey, protect Longbottom?" said Pansy Parkinson, an ugly-looking Slytherin girl. "I didn't expect you to like chubby little tearbags, Pettil."

"Look!" Malfoy said, rushing over to grab something on the drafting floor, "It was brought to him by that fool Longbottom's grandmother." He raised the memory ball, which sparkled in the sun, and then slightly rose. Red.

"Come here, Malfoy," Harry whispered. Everyone stopped talking and watched.

Malfoy grinned ugly: "I want to put it somewhere and let Longbottom pick it up-on a tree-how about it?"

"Come here!" Harry shouted, but Malfoy had jumped on his broomstick and took off. His previous words were not bragging—he did fly well—he was suspended at a height parallel to the top of an oak tree, and shouted: "Come and get it, Potter!"

Harry grabbed his broomstick.

"No!" Hermione shouted as expected, "Ms. Hooch told us not to move-you will be in trouble!"

Harry ignored her. He rode on the flying broomstick, kicked the ground hard, and rose up.

Ona stopped Hermione's yelling, told her to go to Professor McGonagall, and then took Glory to the side to watch the play. Naturally, the other students either screamed loudly or gasped loudly, but Ron kept yelling, cheering, and killing him!

Harry turned the broom around, and Malfoy looked surprised.

"Come here!" Harry shouted, "or I'll knock you off the broom!"

"Oh, is it?" Malfoy seemed to want to laugh, but he looked a little nervous.

Harry leaned forward, clutching the broom tightly with both hands, and then shot Malfoy like a javelin. Malfoy barely dodged, and Harry turned around abruptly, grasping the broom steadily. Ron, Seamus, and even Dean couldn't help applauding.

"There is no Crabbe and Gore to **** you here, Malfoy." Harry shouted.

"Here, let's see if you can catch it!" Malfoy obviously thought the same way. He yelled, threw the glass ball high into the air, and then quickly landed towards the ground.

Harry hurriedly dived towards the memory ball. Everyone screamed. Ona clearly watched him reach out to catch the glass ball about a foot from the ground. Then Harry straightened the broomstick and fell gently on the grass. Go up, holding the memory ball firmly in the palm of his hand.

"Harry Potter!"

Professor McGonagall yelled from a distance, throwing Hermione away and running towards them. Ona watched Harry stand up from the ground, shaking all over.

"I have been at Hogwarts for so many years—never..." Professor McGonagall was so surprised that she couldn't speak. She had her glasses gleaming, "—how dare you—you would break your neck—"

"It's not his fault, Professor..." Parotti said hurriedly.

"Shut up, Miss Pettil." Professor McGonagall interrupted her.

"But Malfoy..." Ron said anxiously.

"Stop talking, Mr. Weasley. Okay, Potter, come with me." Professor McGonagall strode towards the castle, and Harry followed mechanically. The faces of Malfoy, Crabbe, and Gore showed triumphant expressions. Harry opened his mouth, but said nothing. Professor McGonagall walked forward in strides, and Harry trotted to keep up.

Hermione glanced at Harry worriedly, walked to Glory and asked what had happened, while Ron looked at Malfoy angrily.

"I think, did you just forget something?" Ona watched Professor McGonagall take Harry into the castle, and then said to Malfoy with a smile.

The triumph on Malfoy's face instantly changed to trembling, and Gore and Crabbe unanimously took a step back.

"Let's not take it as an example." Ona raised his hand, and the three of them were hit by something and rolled into a ball. Hermione and Glory raised their heads and glanced up, and continued to talk about the matter indifferently, while Ron and the others watched in amazement as the three of Malfoy helped each other in embarrassment, and then ran away griefly— This matter was enough for Malfoy to be disgraced.

The Slytherin students did not know what to do, so they hurried to follow, and looked at Ona curiously. Under the sun, the handsome wizard was as dazzling as the sun god.

"How did you do it?" Parrotti asked with her beautiful eyes widened.

"It's a trick." Ona didn't care.

"This is Kung Fu!" Ron had seen it a long time ago, and he hurriedly stood up and said. Then surrounded by Lavender and the others, Ron said so much that he sputtered: "At the time on the Hogwarts Express, Crabbe flew out with just such a wave of his hand!"

Hermione unhappily pulled Ona and Glory back to the castle: "Go, the Defence Against the Dark Arts homework hasn't been written yet!"

At dinner, everyone was surprised to find Harry smiling all over his face, but when everyone asked him how he was, Harry just laughed and said nothing.

"You're kidding." In the end, Ron pried Harry's mouth open, but Harry only whispered something to Ron, but Ona heard it clearly. Ron was about to deliver a piece of steak and kidney pie to his mouth, and he forgot about it halfway through. "Seekers?" he said, "but first-year students never—you must be the youngest college player in many years."

"It's been a century." Harry said, taking the pie with his hands and putting it in his mouth. "Wood told me." He said vaguely.

Ron looked at Harry blankly.

"I will start training next week." Harry said. "Don't tell anyone except Ona, Wood wants to keep it secret."

At this moment, Fred and George walked into the dining room. They saw Harry at a glance and walked over quickly.

"Good job," George whispered, "Wood told us. We are also on the academy team-batsmen."