lord of destiny

Chapter 122 Memory Ball! (Four more! Please collect!)

First Years Can't Compete in Quidditch!

This is an unwritten rule of Hogwarts.

There are two main reasons. One is that the level of first-year students is not enough, and the other is that they are worried about danger.

The vast majority of Hogwarts students are actually from Muggle families, and they have never been exposed to magic before.

Most of those pure-blood magician families would not let their children touch flying brooms.

First, the child is too young to worry about accidents.

Secondly, brooms are too expensive, so I worry about accidents.

Well, the two accidents have the same meaning, nothing wrong.

Quidditch is still a relatively intense sport. It is not surprising that after entering the field with various collisions and attacks, they are carried out one minute later.

For this kind of intense sport, it is no wonder that Hogwarts has such an unwritten rule.

In the original books, only Harry Potter breaks this rule.

In the flying class, in order to help Neville, he snatched the memory ball from Draco, showing his excellent flying talent.

Professor McGonagall took a fancy to his talent and made an exception to let him join the Gryffindor Quidditch team.

Regardless of whether there is a shadow of Dumbledore behind this, or whether Dumbledore opened the back door for him in order to consolidate Harry Potter's reputation.

Let's just talk about the prerequisite for this exception, that is, you must have extremely high flying talent!
Everything Fang Mu did in the flying lessons was to show everyone his flying talent.

Thursday.

Today is the day of Gryffindor and Slytherin flying lessons.

"I'm sure you all know what happened yesterday. I don't want any of you to make the same mistake! Remember, you must listen to my whistle and don't rush! Do you understand?"

Ms. Huo Qi said sharply.

"Listen..."

"Ah! Help!"

Neville yelled that he was so nervous that he kicked off his broom and flew out without hearing what Ms. Hooch said.

"Child! Come back!"

Ms. Hooch's face darkened.

Why did it happen twice in a row?

Are these brooms really all too worn out?

This idea just turned in her mind and left.

She usually keeps these broomsticks, so she still doesn't know the quality?
But Ms. Hooch knew better that Hogwarts didn't have that much money for her to buy a new batch of broomsticks.

Neville flew out so suddenly that he flew out before Ms. Hooch could even call the command.

By the time Ms. Huo Qi reacted, it was too late.

Gryffindor and Slytherin didn't have another square to watch Neville rise and fall.

Bang!
There was a crash, a violent impact, and Neville lay face down in the grass on the ground, huddled into a ball.

Ms. Hooch rushed over and bent over to look at Neville, her face was as pale as Neville's.

"The wrist is broken."

Harry heard her whispering beside her.

"Okay, kid—it's okay, you get up."

She turned to look at the rest of the class.

"I'm taking this kid to the hospital, and none of you are allowed to move! Put the broomsticks back where they belong, or you'll be kicked out of Hogwarts before you can even say 'quidditch'. Come on ,Honey."

With tear streaks on Neville's face, he grabbed his wrist and limped away with Ms. Hooch.

"Hahaha! Did you see his face, that big fool?"

Draco laughed, and the other Slytherins echoed.

They have no sympathy for Gryffindor.

"Look!"

Draco said, rushing to grab something on the grass.

"It was given to him by that big fool Longbottom's grandma."

He raised it.

It was a memory ball, glistening in the sunlight.

It looks like a big glass ball filled with white mist.

This memory ball is magical. If you hold it tightly, it will turn red when you forget something.

People who often miss things should really need such a memory ball.

"Bring it here, Malfoy."

Harry whispered.

Everyone stopped talking and watched.

Draco grinned hideously.

"I want to put it somewhere, let Longbottom pick it up, and put it on a tree, how about it?"

After what happened just now, Neville must have developed a fear of flying. Draco's behavior is too bad!

Harry yelled angrily.

"bring here!"

But Draco had already hopped on his broom and took off.

Draco had said before that he was a good flyer, and it turned out that he wasn't bragging.

He does fly well.

Levitating at level with the top of an oak tree, he shouted at Harry.

"Come and get it, Potter!"

Harry was so angry that he didn't care about other things. He even forgot that he had never flown before and grabbed his broom.

"no!"

cried Hermione Granger.

"Ms Hooch told us not to move, you're going to get us all in trouble."

Harry ignored her and took off directly.

I have to say that there is such a thing as genetic inheritance.

As the son of Quidditch star James Potter, Harry also inherited his father's excellent flying talent.

Even if he is taking off for the first time.

Harry found himself flying as if he had learned it without a teacher.

So easy, so simple.

He turned the broom sharply, facing Draco in the air.

Draco looked taken aback.

How could he have such flying skills?
"bring here!"

Harry shouted.

"Or I'll knock you off the broom!"

"Oh, really?"

Draco wanted to laugh, but couldn't, the expression on his face was tense.

This is the first time he has experienced such a thing.

Harry, on the other hand, seemed to know exactly what to do.

He leaned forward, gripping the broom tightly with both hands, and it shot at Draco like a javelin.

Draco narrowly dodged out of the way, and Harry spun around again, gripping the broom firmly.

he yelled at Draco.

"You don't have Crabbe and Goyle here, Malfoy."

Draco seemed to have the same idea, and he was a little scared.

"Here, see if you can catch it!"

With a yell, he threw the memory ball high into the air, and then quickly landed towards the ground.

At the same time, the memory ball began to fall rapidly.

The memory ball is not that strong, it looks like a glass ball, and its texture is similar to a glass ball. Once it falls from a high altitude, it will definitely shatter.

The memory ball fell very fast, almost in the blink of an eye, and it was only a few feet from the ground.

Seeing that the memory ball was about to shatter.

(End of this chapter)