This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Even if you think about it with Gugu's big penis, these three little snakes must be preparing for the next flying lesson.

But it seems that the target has been changed from Harry's side to Vincent's.

Speaking of flying experience, he really had one in his life.

It's good for Eric to be a father.

At least he has taught his son how to fight since he was a child. He has touched everything from airplanes and tanks to daggers and guns.

It's just a memory ball, just prevent things from happening in advance.

So this premonition that a certain conspiracy was about to be foiled reached its peak at three o'clock that afternoon.

A large grassy area outside Hogwarts Castle.

Draco smiled so sinisterly that Vincent stared back subconsciously.

"Okay, what are you waiting for?"

Following the order from Ms. Huo Qi, who had short light gray hair, students from both colleges stood next to a broomstick.

She looked around at everyone with sharp eyes like eagle eyes.

"Drop your right hand over the broom and say, 'Get up.'"

"stand up!"

Harry was the first to succeed.

Vincent in the front row looked a little embarrassed.

"Get up, get up -"

The broomstick remained motionless.

Sure enough, Draco on the other side made a strange sound again.

"Wayne, the way you fail is so eye-catching~hahaha~"

Mrs. Huo Qi's eagle eyes glanced over.

Draco, who still wanted to laugh a little more, closed his mouth.

From this moment on, Vincent realized that things might not be that simple.

The broomstick at his feet had definitely been tampered with.

Also extremely embarrassed was Hermione at the end.

"Get up, get up, get up..."

She kept shouting for half a minute without taking a breath, but she still couldn't make the broom even move.

There is definitely a ghost here!

Forget about academics who only study hard, why not even academics who are good at sports?

As if she had seen through the truth, she turned her gaze to the little golden retriever opposite who was struggling to hold back his laughter.

She was affected.

There are many ways to get a broomstick into your hand automatically.

Vincent knew exactly two of them.

Although I haven't learned the silent spell yet, the summoning spell was successful in one go.

He quietly put his left hand into his school robe, held the wand, and whispered the spell.

"The broom is coming——"

In Draco's expression as if he had seen a ghost, the broken broomstick jumped towards a big hand.

The little witch at the end took the opportunity to quickly pick up the broom with her feet.

Such agility was not even noticed by Mrs. Huo Qi, who had excellent eyesight.

No matter how reluctant Hermione was, she had to admit that learning fighting was beneficial.

"Neville, I'm- okay."

Neville, who was next to Vincent, already had his broomstick in his right hand. ,-*' ^ '~*-.,_,.-*~ ~*-.,_,.-*~' ^ '*-,

He didn't maliciously speculate that there was any manipulation in the movie, but he just believed what the twins said.

The huge Hogwarts Castle,

I'm actually still using an old model from ten years ago.

And it’s the kind that costs nothing to maintain.

Old Malfoy obviously failed as a school governor.

Before anyone could grab a broom, he listed the school director's ten sins.

"Watch me carefully, your movements must be standard!"

Ms. Hooch nodded to Vincent.

His posture is very standard, which not only makes him sit more comfortably, but also greatly reduces the probability of being thrown out.

When she looked at Draco, who was in an awkward posture on the other side, her face instantly darkened.

"Tighten your legs, Mr. Malfoy!"

Vincent, who was suppressing a smile, saw his squirming appearance and subconsciously pinched his thigh hard.

"Hands harder! You can't hold it tightly like this."

Mrs. Hooch patted Draco's thin arm, "If you don't want to fall, you'd better listen to me."

Let fighter jets eat dust?

All the boasts that Master Malfoy had just boasted turned into jokes one by one at this moment.

The little lions were all suppressing their laughter and felt very uncomfortable.

Vincent saw the aggrieved expression on that fair little face, and his thighs were about to turn blue.

"Put your butt out and remember to take it easy!"

"Pfft-" He finally couldn't hold it in any longer.

Someone started, and all the little lions laughed out loud.

Neville, who laughed the most, even burst into tears.

Mrs. Hooch turned back and looked at Draco, who was blushing. "Do you hear me? Put down your airs and do what I say."

There is such a negative example, but the rest of the students' postures are very standard.

"Thank you, Malfoy."

Vincent's sincere thanks, coupled with Harry's laughter just now, made Draco turn it into hatred.

If you want to make others embarrassed, you will get retribution on yourself instead.

But he was not discouraged at all.

I held the broom, but it couldn't fly.

This wave of extreme exchanges is generally not a loss.

"When I blow the whistle, you have to kick your feet. Remember to push hard off the ground."

Ms. Hooch, who was holding a whistle, looked towards Draco, "Steady hold on the broom and rise a few feet, then lean forward slightly, and then fall vertically back to the ground."

"Listen to my whistle, three--"

two--

one! "

Remembering her whistle, Harry flew up first.

He was a good ten feet above the ground.

"Well done, Mr. Potter!"

Not long after saying this, Vincent, who cast a levitating spell through his school robe, also rose up.

Draco's mouth was open and his eyes were wide.

He was one hundred percent certain that one of the two broomsticks he had tampered with during lunch was the one slightly shorter than the one Harry was riding.

Not to mention the flying device, even the suspension device is definitely completely scrapped.

To outsiders, Vincent was slightly behind Harry.

However, the real situation is that after using the floating spell to hold up his weight of more than 50 kilograms for just one second, he already felt like his body was being hollowed out.

Just as he was about to cancel the levitation spell and land smoothly, a small explosion suddenly occurred at the tail of the broom.

"Thanks--"

Before he could finish the curse, the broomstick without branches pulled him straight up.

Twenty feet, fifty feet.

By the time Mrs. Hooch took Neville's broom in her hand, he had flown hundreds of feet.

"None of you are allowed to move. When you get down to the ground, put your brooms back where they were!"

After she finished speaking, she chased after him.

Draco, who was happy and prosperous in his life, was so excited that he threw his broom on the grass on the spot.

Five days, five whole days.

Starting from getting on the Hogwarts Express, I finally managed to regain my place at this moment.

"Oh, poor Wayne—"

Draco came to Harry who had just landed with a face filled with gloating, "He definitely didn't listen carefully to what Mrs. Hooch said.

I hope breaking a bone or two will help him remember this lesson.

What do you think, Potter? "

"Vincent didn't remember that!" Hermione, who hadn't taken off, ran over angrily.

"Malfoy, I know you tampered with his broom!"

She raised her broom high, "This is proof, mine is also bad!"

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