In the afternoon, Potions class was changed to flying class, in the grass in front of Hogwarts, staff: all first-year students in Slytherin and Gryffindor.

PS: If you cannot attend, you need to submit a leave slip to Mrs. Hooch, a flight professor, and the leave slip must be signed by the dean.

A lot of people in the wizarding world were keen on Quidditch, but Draco was an exception, he was only interested in flying, and he wasn’t very interested in the sport of the wizarding world, so he wasn’t at all excited about taking a magic class right now.

In the Slytherin common room, many students are talking about their flying experiences, and for them, they are embarrassed to see people without secretly playing flying broomsticks. The crowd was blowing like a fire, no, telling about their own flight experience. Draco remained silent, trying to lower his presence.

“Draco, why don’t you tell me about your experience.” Pansy on the side looked at Draco’s silent figure and asked with some curiosity.

“I don’t like Quidditch, so there’s not much to say.” Draco smiled and shook his head.

A big fan of Quidditch, Pansy touched her lips and then gave Draco a roll of her eyes. It will make you obviously very unhappy with this answer.

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Soon it was time for afternoon flight lessons, and since humans all yearned for the blue sky, when the time came, almost all the students hurried to the lawn opposite the venue.

Hardly one was late, and when they stepped onto the green meadow, the grass rippling in a slight wave beneath their feet.

The venue for the class is a lawn, and next to the lawn is a dense forest, which has not been cut down for many years in the distance, and trees that are 100 meters long are waving at them.

Their teacher, Madame Hooch, had long been waiting there, with short gray hair and yellow eyes, like the eyes of an eagle. Behind her, there were nearly fifty flying broomsticks that looked a little old, quietly arranged on the grass, seemingly waiting for the arrival of their master.

The students saluted, “Hello teacher.” ”

“Hello everyone! It’s great to meet everyone. ”

“The school really should strengthen the infrastructure, should I write to my father and ask him to highlight it on the board.” Draco secretly said in his heart, usually good things are used a lot, for this kind of rags, Draco is a little disdainful, but everyone uses the same, can only barely use.

On the grass, Mrs. Hooch was instructing beginners on the proper use of brooms, but only the Muggle-born wizards listened carefully, and the Slytherin snakes were either wandering or chatting in pairs.

“After riding on the broom, stretch out your right hand and place it above the broom handle.” Madame Hooch instructed in front, “The spell is” up! When you speak, remember to sense the frequency of the magic. ”

“Get up!” Draco shouted in a low cooperative voice. Pretend to do so, because already very skilled people, so Draco just copes.

“Okay, what are you all waiting for?” Mrs. Hooch said sharply, “Everyone stand next to a flying broom, hurry up.” ”

With an order, everyone immediately rushed over, and it seemed that they couldn’t wait.

Looking at the broom at his feet, some branches poking out of the worn-out broom, and some dust attached to the handle, Draco once again complained about the school’s financial construction.

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