Hogwarts: I, the King of Slytherin

Since the last time I finished talking to Harry.

Dumbledore had approached him several more times.

Every time Harry would find all kinds of excuses to shirk.

Dumbledore could sense Harry's alienation from himself.

That's not what he wants to see.

Recently, he has been pondering whether to speed up the plan.

It's a time of hesitation.

I met Harry, who didn't wear glasses.

"Mr. Slytherin, I heard that you were hit by a spell, and now it seems that there is no big problem, so I am relieved."

"Thank you Headmaster for your concern, and of course thanks to Mr. Ron Weasley's lack of skill."

Hear Eric's answer.

Dumbledore just smiled.

His gaze turned to Harry and praised in surprise, "Your eyes remind me of your mother, Harry." "

"Thanks to Eric's advice." Harry scratched his head and replied sheepishly.

Dumbledore still smiled.

But this time there was something else in the smile.

Look at the back that gradually disappears into the hallway.

Dumbledore withdrew his smile and frowned again.

He knew better than anyone how lethal those green eyes were to Snape.

......

The clock ticked and the next day.

For little wizards of the first grade.

Today is their long-awaited day.

A long time ago, people envied that birds could fly freely in the sky.

Therefore, Muggles have developed airplanes through continuous research.

The desire to fly cannot be resisted even by wizards.

It's just that compared to Muggles, it's less than a hundred years of flight history.

Wizards conquered the sky above their heads thousands of years ago.

West side of Hogwarts Castle.

There is a very large circular building.

This is a dedicated venue for Quidditch matches.

First grade learning to fly certainly doesn't need to come here.

It's mentioned because next to the Quidditch pitch is where the school stores flying broomsticks.

At this time, the sun has just flown overhead.

No one is going to come here at noon, not even the professors.

But there were three sneaky figures coming from a distance.

"Fred, is this thing really okay with you guys?"

Ron asked, looking at the cylinder the size of a battery in his palm.

Joffrey put his arms on his brother's shoulders with a sworn expression.

"Ronnie, you have to trust your brother."

"That's right, when did we lie to you?"

George answered on the other side.

Ron had long been accustomed to the way the two sang and spoke.

Wait until they finish talking.

Ron immediately turned over the old account: "When I was a child, you lied to me as an adopted child. "

"And tricked me into unbreaking the unbreakable spell, and your mischievous candy, which also tricked me into eating a lot..."

Hearing my brother talk endlessly.

The two covered his mouth at the same time, one left and one right.

"Ronnie, that's all in the past, now that you're bullied, we won't watch our brother being bullied."

When Joffrey said this, his expression was very serious.

The same is true of George on the side.

The three of them came to the broom shed while talking.

As a batsman for the Gryffindor Quidditch team.

The two of them opened the door of the broom shed in a familiar car.

"When new students go to class for the first time, they usually use the oldest flying broom, such as sweeping two stars."

Ron followed George's guidance.

I saw a bunch of worn brooms in the corner.

Those brooms have potholes on the surface.

The branches at the end of the broom are almost gone.

See the undisguised disgust in Ron's eyes.

Fred chuckled, "If you can join a Quidditch team, you can apply to the school for a sweep five-star." "

"But for now, let's hurry up and work, or Filch will come in a moment."

George put his pocket on the floor.

It's all that little cylinder inside.

"How the hell are these things used?"

"This is called a broom disruptor, and it can interfere with the magic device of the flying broom, causing it to shake in a small area."

"It's also very simple to use, just stick it at the end of the broom and hide it with the branch at the end of the broom, like this."

Fred said as he moved his hands.

Hide a cylinder at the end of a broom.

Ron frowned: "There won't be any problems, right?" "

"Don't worry, Madame Hooch won't let you fly very high, at most a few feet off the ground."

"And we have all checked these broom disruptors, there will be no problems."

Hear George's explanation.

Ron breathed a sigh of relief.

The three of them are not slow at all, and they install while talking.

It didn't take long to put half of the broom on the disruptor.

"That's enough, Ronnie, you remember, you must offer to help carry the broom before class."

"The pile on the left is a broom with a disruptor, and the right side is normal, don't be mistaken."

"If you remember correctly, you and the first-graders will suffer."

"How could I be wrong about this little thing."

Ron waved his hand impatiently.

Seeing this, the twins shrugged their shoulders and left the broom shed with Ron.

In the blink of an eye, it was afternoon.

A gentle breeze blows, giving people a touch of coolness.

Slytherin students continued to act collectively.

It's just that this time there is an extra guy in the team.

"Why did Marcus Flint come?"

Draco asked, looking at the figure walking at the back of the line.

"He said to look for a first-year with flying talent as a reserve Seeker."

Hear Eric's answer.

A flash of essence flashed in Draco's eyes.

"Harry, behave well in a moment, and when the third year we join the team."

"Don't count me, I'm not interested in Quidditch at all."

Eric quickly rejected Draco's offer.

He didn't want to participate in that kind of savage-looking and silly sport.

Draco also seemed to understand why Eric didn't participate.

So he looked at Harry on the side.

"Can I do it?"

Harry Inferiority Potter is online again.

Draco rolled his eyes and said, "Your father is the best Seeker, your flying talent must be not bad, believe in yourself!" "

As the two spoke, everyone had already walked out of the oak gate.

Flying lessons take place on the lawn in front of the castle.

At this time, Madame Hooch was crossed and looking into the distance.

Eric looked at the other person's gaze.

I saw Ron carrying a flying broom with a few of his attendants.

Eric frowned.

Ron Weasley's expression was a little strange.

He seemed to be very concerned about the large bundle of brooms in his hand.

Even if others tried to help him share it, they were rejected.

Fraud or not.

Eric thought it was better to take precautions.

He raised his hand slightly, and the breeze suddenly became more violent.

Especially where Ron and the others are.

When the wind blew, it swirled in place.

The wind blew several people backwards.

The brooms in their hands were scattered all over the place, and soon they mixed together without distinguishing each other.

"Oops!"

Ron was shocked.

Just ready to check which brooms have a scrambler installed.

I heard Madame Hooch's voice coming from a distance.

"Hurry up and bring a flying broomstick."

Ron's face was ashen, and he could only put his hope in waiting for the broom to be distributed.

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