Hogwarts: Capturing Nagini at the Beginning

Malfoy didn't want to be deducted points or write a thousand-word reflection report. He grimaced and gritted his molars and said, "I'm sorry!"

"Professor McGonagall, can I go?"

"Um!"

After getting the affirmative answer, Malfoy led the two followers and walked towards the Slytherin long table. Halfway there, he suddenly turned his head and made a 'wait and see' gesture to Neville.

"Professor McGonagall, Malfoy just now, he"

"Miss Granger, what you have to do now is: finish breakfast, and then go to the History of Magic classroom!"

The dean had spoken, and the others stopped talking about the matter. After seeing the students sit down, Minerva McGonagall turned and went up the stairs.

Afternoon, half past three!

Robin, Harry, Ron and the other Gryffindor first-year students passed through the castle gate and hurried down the stone steps to a wide green grassland.

The weather today is very good, with blue sky and white clouds, and an occasional breeze. It is a suitable day for flying.

On the lawn, there were about twenty broomsticks neatly arranged on the ground. The Slytherin students who had arrived a little earlier were discussing how to distribute the broomsticks.

Luo Bin glanced at the brooms: I'll be honest, those crooked brooms really have nothing to share!

At Hogwarts, the first-year students use public broomsticks for flying lessons. They have been passed down by several generations and mischievous people, making each broomstick full of vicissitudes of life.

Some brooms are full of burrs, and they have to be polished four or five times with sandpaper before each use.

Some tail branches branch out randomly like fireworks. If you ride on them and fly, you have to worry about whether your robe will be scratched by the branches.

Some internal parts have problems, and they will tremble and shake when they fly halfway, trying to knock people off.

Of course, the flying teacher, Ms. Hooch, and the gamekeeper, Hagrid, will regularly repair the broken broomsticks.

"Robin, Harry, I heard from Fred and George that none of the public broomsticks are useful. When you two try flying, be careful and don't fall off the broomstick!"

Ahem!

Ron was reminding his friend in a low voice when a cough came from behind him, which startled him. He turned his head and met a pair of sharp yellow pupils.

"Professor, I'm sorry!"

Ms. Huo Qi ignored Ron. She walked straight ahead, walked to the starting position of the broom row, turned around and said: "Freshmen, every public broomstick has been strictly inspected before it appears here. As long as Use it as prescribed and there will never be a problem.”

"Quick, everyone picks a broomstick and stands next to it. Quick, hurry up. A second of delay on the field will affect the competition between the two teams."

Ms. Huo Qi has a loud and resonant voice. She has neat short gray hair. Her eyes are yellow and as sharp as an eagle.

Under her urging, everyone quickly selected the broomstick.

Luo Bin lowered his eyes slightly and stared at the broom at his feet.

It was worn and old, and the wooden broom was covered with dots of oil stains. The last person who used it must have sat on it and ate fried chicken, right?

The branches at its end are like a rooster with fried feathers. Each branch has its own unique idea.

"Stretch out your right hand, place it directly above the broomstick, and then say firmly: Get up!" Ms. Huo Qi shouted loudly.

The crowd did so, and everyone shouted, "Get up!"

Luo Bin shouted five times before the broken broom swayed into his hand. In this way, he was also the best among the freshmen.

Except for Harry, whose Quidditch talent was at its peak, the broomstick immediately jumped into his hand when he shouted "get up", the other freshmen of Gryffindor House did not perform as well as Robin.

Hermione's broom rolled over and over like a naughty puppy.

Neville's broom was as motionless as a dead fish.

Ron's broom was like a little rabbit, rising and falling, but refused to rise into his palm.

Seamus' broom buzzed like a bee.

After 5 minutes, everyone was shouting until their voices were almost hoarse, and the brooms, like uncles, were safely lifted into their palms.

Ms. Huo Qi blew the silver whistle, and everyone looked at her.

"Next, we need to teach you how to ride firmly on the broomstick."

"First, hold the broom tightly with your hand. Second, raise one foot high, straddle the tail of the broom and ride on the broom. Then, adjust to a comfortable riding position. Finally, clamp the broom with your thighs. Come on, listen to me. Command, all students get on their broomsticks.”

After everyone complied, Ms. Huo Qi walked up and down the team on her high leather shoes, helping the students adjust their grip and riding posture from time to time. Luo Bin heard her criticizing Seamus and Malfoy for what they had been doing wrong.

Tsk, now it’s over. Bragging brother Drag and Seamus were slapped in the face by the teacher. He didn’t want to hear any more nonsense like hiding from a helicopter.

Ms. Huo Qi circled around, returned to her original position, and said loudly: "Children, push your legs hard on the ground, and the broom will carry you up. When you rise to a height of one and a half meters, your body will lean forward slightly, and the broom will lift you up." It will carry you down vertically. Okay, let's practice lifting and falling. Remember, hold the broom tightly. Come on, listen to my whistle!"

After Ms. Huo Qi finished speaking, she put the silver whistle to her lips.

However, the unlucky Neville was too nervous. He was afraid that he would fly up from the bottom and be laughed at by his classmates. Before the silver whistle blew, he pushed hard with his feet and flew up on his broom.

"Come back, kid, come back quickly. Hold the broom tightly and lean forward. Come back, kid, come back quickly!"

Ms. Huo Qi shouted to the figure in the sky.

But the broom Neville was riding was like a wild horse, not listening to anyone. It carried Neville higher and higher, and when it reached a height of 8 meters, the top of the broom hit the stone wall crazily.

Neville was extremely frightened. He looked at the grass below in horror. Suddenly, a strong sense of dizziness hit his brain.

Then, with his round eyes wide open and his mouth wide enough to hold a whole apple, he fell off the broomstick.

Bang!

Hiss, the poor little chubby fell face down into the grass!

The broomstick that caused the trouble hit the stone wall seven or eight times, changed direction, flew over the vegetable field, flew into the Forbidden Forest and disappeared.

"Hand, my hand, oooo, grandma, oooo!" Neville curled up and wailed.

Ms. Huo Qi rushed forward anxiously. After a preliminary inspection, she said: "The wrist is broken and there are bruises on the body. I have to send you to see Ms. Pomfrey. Okay, kid, don't cry. Your leg is not injured. Stand up and I'll accompany you to the school hospital."

Neville cried and got up!

"Children, listen, put your brooms back where they belong. Don't touch the brooms, and don't ride on them without permission. Otherwise, before you even touch the Quidditch gate, you will be kicked out for serious violations of school rules. Get out of Hogwarts Castle. Come on, poor kid."

"OK!"

Neville pursed his lips and shed tears as he followed Ms. Hooch into the castle.

"Haha, you idiot, you can't even ride a broken broom, so why do you need to learn magic?" Malfoy laughed, holding his belly.