The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

In the sky, Harry discovered that flying was actually much easier than he thought, almost like walking or running. After a few simple straight lines back and forth, he began to circle around the Gryffindor classmates.

Following Mrs. Hooch's arrangement, Harry's speed was not very fast, but he changed directions a lot, swinging back and forth around his friends in the dormitory.

"Ron, you look like you're not as flexible as me!" Harry mocked happily.

As for Loren, Neville and the others can't even fly yet, but Ron is better.

Hermione looked hot, I knew he was talented, the little witch thought to herself.

The broomstick doesn't hit my butt, nor does it hit another place. Sitting on it feels like a force is acting on my whole body, supporting me from all directions.

Loren was flying slowly on his broom, in the last echelon with Hermione. He was thinking that if he saved Neville, there would be no memory ball plot, and whether Harry would have to wait a year later to join the Quidditch team. However, This is not a loss.

This is not the first time Malfoy has ridden a broomstick, and it flies smoothly. He has been looking forward to flying lessons for a long time, hoping to amaze everyone and make everyone praise him during the flying lessons. But first he was criticized by Mrs. Hooch, and now he was stolen the limelight by Harry. He was in a bad mood now.

Malfoy looked at Harry and felt agitated. He pushed down the broom head with both hands and bumped it towards Harry.

Harry was changing direction, and the broom tail brushed his hair as he passed. From his perspective, a shadow passed before his eyes, and his heart skipped a beat in fright. This senseless provocation made Harry furious and was about to scold him.

Vincent Crabbe, the taller of Malfoy's two lackeys. He saw Malfoy attacking Harry, with a ferocious smile, and rushed towards Harry. The Gryffindors around him screamed when they saw this scene.

Harry dodged in time, feeling even more angry. He held the broom head, raised it, increased speed, turned it, and then kicked Crabbe towards Malfoy.

"ah!"

Crabbe and his broom collided with Malfoy due to the force. Fortunately, the speed was not very fast, and the two of them only staggered a few times in the air.

The Gryffindors laughed.

"What a shame, Malfoy." Harry said with a smile and a relaxed tone.

Malfoy became so angry that he almost hit Harry at several times the speed before.

Harry had already noticed him, quickly lifted up to avoid it, and then taunted: "I think Hedwig can fly better than you!"

Malfoy said nothing, turned around and quickly bumped into Harry. Harry also increased his speed and distanced himself. The two of them changed speed and turned in the air, and the distance was sometimes closer and sometimes further away.

Malfoy has experience and can use skills to close the distance. Harry was a little nervous at first, but the flight became smoother and smoother, and he could close the distance quickly. He would not be fooled a second time by Malfoy's skills.

The two quickly flew out of the activity area designated by Mrs. Huo Qi, and the height had already exceeded the third floor.

Only then did Mrs. Huo Qi notice the two arrogant people. She waved her magic wand to bless her throat [with a loud voice] and yelled: "Stop, come down quickly."

Malfoy didn't care. His father was the school director, so there was no need to worry. He must teach Harry a lesson.

Harry hesitated for a moment, but Malfoy's malicious eyes stung his back.

Professor McGonagall in the office saw this scene through the window, her eyes sparkling as if she had seen some treasure.

Harry was on the broom, and the wind blew his hair into a mess, but he felt that his thinking was extremely clear. If he slowed down, he would definitely be knocked down and become several knots like Neville's broom. But he couldn't keep flying like this. He had to find a way to get rid of Malfoy.

Harry increased his speed and flew towards the clock tower. His speed was getting faster and faster, and he was about to hit it.

Malfoy was still chasing after him, and he felt that he had guessed what Harry was thinking: the scar-head thought that he would not dare to follow the speed and hit the clock tower. When he slowed down and turned, Harry would have been ready to turn and go directly to Huo Qi. lady. It would take time for him to accelerate again, and he wouldn't be able to catch up or teach Harry a lesson.

Malfoy was secretly proud of himself, wondering how this stupid Gryffindor could fall for such a trick. He made up his mind that if the scarred head didn't turn, he wouldn't turn. Even if he crashed into the clock tower, Harry would be there to support him.

The two of them rushed faster and faster, and were about to hit the bell tower.

People from both colleges exclaimed, some girls covered their eyes, and some couldn't bear to see what happened next.

Finally, Harry turned, almost 90 degrees perpendicular to the wall, quickly climbed towards the sky, and finally turned back and stopped on the eaves.

Harry was furious. He enjoyed the process of flying quickly in the sky, enjoying every sharp turn, descent and lift. He loved the feeling of flying.

Malfoy couldn't react, so he hit the wall and fell down.

There were some trees to cushion the fall, but the broom still broke into several knots. Malfoy groaned and fainted.

Harry landed and became a little at a loss. He just wanted to get rid of Malfoy, but he didn't expect that things would turn out like this.

Mrs. Hooch rushed over quickly. Instead of blaming Harry, she immediately checked Malfoy's injury.

Harry heard her whisper: "A broken arm, a leg and a few ribs, it's okay."

Madam Hooch asked everyone to put the brooms back to their original places and then dispersed. She used a levitating spell on Malfoy's robe and took Malfoy to find Madam Pomfrey.

Mrs. Hooch didn't blame Harry, but he felt uncomfortable now. Malfoy was injured and got the punishment he deserved. Why did he feel guilty now, thinking that there might be a better way to get out of the situation at that time.

Ron rushed over and saw a dejected Harry. He didn't think much about it and just thought he was frightened. He reached out and patted Harry on the shoulder: "Harry, are you okay?"

Harry looked up at his friends and forced a smile: "I'm fine, Malfoy is injured."

Hermione interrupted at this time: "You may be in trouble. Professor McGonagall may expel you from Hogwarts."

Harry's face turned even paler when he heard this, and Ron didn't know how to comfort her.

"Harry Potter!" Professor McGonagall ran towards them, and Harry felt a little weak in his legs.

Professor McGonagall looked directly at Harry: "In all my years at Hogwarts... I have never..."

Professor McGonagall was so surprised that she couldn't speak. The lenses of her glasses flashed with anger: "How dare you... you will break your neck..."

Professor McGonagall took Harry away. Ron, Neville and Seamus were very sad. They thought Harry would be expelled.

Only Loren was not worried at all. He watched the whole drama with his mouth open.

Turtle, does this have any plot correction power?