A ruined Hogwarts

It was a sunny, breezy day. A group of people walked down the sloping field to a flat lawn outside the Forbidden Forest, where they were ready to take their first flying lesson.

Dozens of flying broomsticks are neatly placed on the grass. They are all old and broken, with some branches sticking out here and there. They are antiques from many years ago.

Before the Gryffindor students arrived, Ms. Hooch, the flying teacher, was already standing there waiting. She looked over with eagle-like yellow eyes and said without any delay: "Everyone stand next to a broomstick, quick!"

The group of people stood still, and Owen heard Draco whispering softly: "With this antique broomstick, do we really not need to write a suicide note in advance? I suspect that when it flies into the air, It will disintegrate..."

Ms. Huo Qi's stern eyes glanced over, causing him to hold back his words and move his lips slightly without making a sound.

Owen nodded casually, watching a row of Gryffindor students coming from afar, but he was thinking about some messy things in his mind.

"In other words, no matter whether the accident in the flying lesson happens or not, Harry can't even think about joining the Quidditch team in advance." He thought amusingly, "Professor Snape has no intention of treating him specially unless he Harry's mother turned into a ghost and came back... tsk tsk."

When Owen was thinking wildly, he felt a series of substantial eyes focused on him. He raised his eyes and glanced across the way, and saw all the Gryffindor students looking at him with sharp and provocative eyes. If Mrs. Hooch hadn't been there, they would have probably wanted to pull out their wands and start a fight on the spot.

There was no way, ever since Peeves blocked a lot of people at the door of the Gryffindor lounge that day, Owen, who was mistaken for the instigator behind the scenes, had really been targeted a lot. Everyone wants to get back on him, especially the students in the same year as him, and they are also taught the most by Owen...

Although she made this clear to Miss Hermione Granger in the library before, Hermione is currently not welcome in Gryffindor. Perhaps because she was insecure after entering the magical world for the first time, she eagerly showed off her knowledge and wanted to gain recognition from others, but this would give people the impression of being arrogant, complacent and nosy. As for her, she still doesn't have a single friend in the academy.

Harry was able to meet and become friends with her early in the library, probably because of the need for silence in the library and because "distance creates beauty."

At this time, Hermione was one of the few students in Gryffindor who was not staring at Owen. In fact, the little witch was looking anxiously at the broomstick beside her, reciting the flying tips from the book.

Neville Longbottom on the other side had no interest in provoking Owen at all. He was so nervous that his whole body was trembling slightly and his eyes were straight. But Ron Weasley next to him showed no timidity at all. At this moment, his eyes were widened, staring at Owen fiercely, looking like a hamster about to burst into flames.

"Uh, I have a headache..." Owen grinned slightly. He was tired of being surrounded or watched all the time. He didn't want to really live up to the stupid title of "Gryffindor's Nemesis".

"I wonder if something will happen to Neville Longbottom like in the original plot. If so, this is an opportunity to ease the relationship." Owen looked at Neville, whose legs were trembling, and said thoughtfully. think. Judging from the opponent's posture, something will happen to the safekeeping later and he will not run away.

He didn't really care if he could improve his relationship with the Gryffindor brats, but it would be nice to have less trouble. Owen had always hated getting into unnecessary trouble, and if he could save a child from getting hurt, he was happy to do it.

"How could I, a friendly person like me, become the public enemy of a group of children?" Owen shook his head secretly, "It's all Peeves' fault, and I won't take the blame."

At this time, Ms. Huo Qi's voice reached her ears: "Stretch out your right hand, put it on the broom handle, and say: Get up!"

"Get up!" Owen shouted absently, but his broom jumped into his hand. I have to say that he has indeed become very skilled at flying.

There were only a few people who behaved like him, including Harry, Draco and Blaise. Daphne's broom jumped up like a dying fish and then fell down. On the other side, Hermione's broom lazily turned over on the ground, and Neville's broom didn't move at all.

After all the brooms barely jumped into everyone's hands, Ms. Huo Qi began to demonstrate how to ride on the broom, and then corrected everyone's finger grip, and then came the test flight session.

Next, before Ms. Huo Qi blew the whistle, a familiar plot happened. Neville soared into the sky like an arrow, flying straight up into the sky like a champagne cork, causing everyone to scream in surprise.

"Come back, kid!" Ms. Huo Qi was panicked by this sudden situation and hurriedly chased Neville in the direction of his flight.

At this time, it was almost just Neville's front and rear feet that had just jumped into the sky. Owen, who was already prepared, also kicked off the ground with both feet, and flew into the sky with a "whoosh" sound.

"Ouch, come back!" Ms. Huo Qi raised her hand tiredly and scratched.

Owen was fully focused at this time, chasing Neville's flying figure as if he was chasing a golden snitch. The wind whistled in his ears, ruffling his hair and giving him a feeling of relief.

He saw Neville looking back down in horror, his pupils shrinking with fear; he saw Neville gasping for air, his body slowly sliding down from the broomstick...

When Neville's body began to fall, Owen leaned forward, and the broomstick speeded up again as if by induction, and finally caught up with the other person before he completely slid off the broom.

Owen grabbed Neville's left arm and looked at the other person's face that was pale with fear, tears in the corners of his eyes, and an annoyed and cowardly expression, and he was silent for a moment. The movement that was intended to directly pull Neville to the ground also stopped.

He changed the direction, allowing the two people who were flying vertically to start gliding forward in parallel in the high air.

"Hold on to the broom in your hand!" Owen's voice was not high-pitched, but his calm and clear voice reached Neville's ears word for word, making his panicked mind slightly more stable.

"Ah?" Tears finally rolled down from the corners of Neville's eyes. He gasped and looked at Owen, but his right hand instinctively followed his words and grabbed the broom handle that was about to slide off.

"Very good, correct your posture as Ms. Huo Qi said." Owen nodded and said encouragingly.

Neville's lips trembled as he struggled to adjust his sitting position on the broomstick. After his eyes swept across the far ground, he looked dazed for a moment, his face became paler, and his body began to tremble again.

"Don't think about the ground, think about your broom." Owen's voice sounded like a free bird in the high-altitude wind, crisp and sweet. "It can feel your heart, your will... If you don't believe it, It will also be afraid and fearful, and it will also panic and doubt itself. As long as you believe in it, it will trust and repay you equally."

Looking at Neville's still anxious expression, Owen smiled slightly: "It is also longing for your trust, Neville Longbottom."

Upon hearing this, Neville's expression changed, and a determined look flashed in his eyes that were always timid and unconfident. He clamped the broom tightly like a self-taught man, and grasped the broom handle firmly with both hands, and his swaying body slowly stabilized.

He knows what it feels like not to be trusted, and he also understands what it feels like to crave the trust of others. In fact, he has always been longing for trust and recognition, but he feels that he can't do anything... But if something else is longing for his trust like he longs for others, what qualifications does he have? What about letting the other person down?

Owen slowly let go of his hand and nodded with satisfaction when he saw Neville flying smoothly ahead.

"Look, can't you do this well?" he said with a chuckle.

Neville turned around and saw that Owen had loosened his grip on his hand. His expression suddenly became panicked, and his originally stable body began to shake again.

"Remember what I said, trust it, not me." Owen's expression became serious, "I'm not taking you to fly!"

Neville gritted his teeth and steadied his body. He glanced dizzily at the ground and saw that the two of them were about to fly into the Forbidden Forest. His hands were so tight that his joints turned white, and he slowly turned the broomstick around. Son, flew towards the field.

He gradually felt more comfortable, and the broomstick seemed to convey the same will to him, which was a free and carefree will. He slowly grinned, with two tears still hanging on his face, and smiled a little funny but brilliantly.

"You see, in fact, whether it is flight or magic, they are the same." Owen continued, "Whether it is your broom or your wand, they are always waiting for your trust. Without your belief, They can't do anything..."

He knew that the child was not stupid, but lacked self-confidence due to memory problems. At this time, it is not feasible for him to become confident, but if you start from the other person's empathy and let him trust his wand, this is an effective way.

"Ha, I'm really a great educator." Owen joked to himself.

"Thank you." Neville nodded, his eyes shining brightly. He paused and called the other person by name: "Thank you, Owen."

"You're welcome." Owen shook his head and grinned when he saw Ms. Huo Qi following them on the ground. "Now you should think about Ms. Huo Qi."

The two looked at each other and slowly fell to the ground. Although Neville still tensed his body, he flew very smoothly.

…

Just as the two of them soared into the sky, the crowd standing on the field also started to commotion.

Ms. Huo Qi didn't care to talk to them, and directly chased the two people in the air, running farther and farther away.

"Hahaha, have you seen his face, that stupid big guy?" Draco couldn't help but hold his stomach and laugh. He thought Neville's expression was really funny. "Speaking of which, why would Owen join in the fun? Who wouldn't want to see if he falls?"

"Who doesn't want to see it? Haha..." Pansy Parkinson agreed, and Crabbe and Goyle nodded like chickens pecking at rice. Daphne frowned and looked away, while Blaise turned his face to the other side indifferently, holding his shoulders.

"I don't want to, Draco!" Harry said irritably. Malfoy's appearance reminded him of his classmates in Muggle school, the guys who followed Dudley and bullied him. He felt that he was now a partner in bullying, a discovery that left him both discouraged and angry.

"I don't think there's anything funny about this. He might break his leg or even break his neck... Owen did the right thing!" Harry explained as calmly as possible.

"What are you talking about?" Draco's expression instantly turned ugly. He felt that Harry was always like this, like to refute his words and not give himself face in front of a group of people.

Using his reverse psychology, he ran directly to Neville's previous position and found a shiny glass ball from the grass.

"Oh, I know this, the memory ball!" he said loudly, staring at Harry with his gray eyes, and said arrogantly, "Let me think about it, put it on a tree and let Longbottom pick it up... …I think it’s a good idea.”

"Don't do this, Draco." Harry said helplessly.

"Don't make trouble, Harry!" Malfoy shouted, "You are always against me!"

"I'm not against you, it's just that you didn't do it right!" Harry also said loudly. The people around looked at them arguing and were a little at a loss for a moment.

"What did I do wrong? Huh? Find out your identity! You're just a big stupid guy who prefers Gryffindor, and he's always hanging out with that little Mudblood named Granger in the library..." Della Co said sharply.

Hermione looked at him in surprise, her lips turning white.

"How dare you say that word!" The Gryffindor students exploded instantly, and all of them pulled out their wands. Slytherin always defended himself, and a group of people also took out their wands.

"Haha..." Draco kicked his feet on the ground, flew directly into the air that could not be hit from the ground, and shouted loudly, "Hit me if you have the guts to see if my father will kick you out of school." Fired! I changed my mind, I want to see how high I can drop this memory ball from before it breaks..."

Harry was angry and anxious. Now he was no longer a novice who knew nothing about the wizarding world. He certainly knew how insulting the word "Mudblood" was. Without thinking, he kicked off the ground and flew to the opposite side of Draco: "Give it to me, Draco Malfoy!"

"This has nothing to do with you!" Draco shouted angrily.

"Of course it has something to do with me!" Harry turned red with anger and yelled, "What are you doing? Making fun of others, taking away or destroying classmates' things, and insulting classmates? This is Bullying!”

"So what? I didn't bully you, you should be grateful for that." Draco stared arrogantly at the lightning-shaped scar on Harry's forehead.

"I should be happy and then become your accomplice in bullying others?" Harry's face sank, and his expression suddenly became quite powerful, "Very good, then let me tell you, there is no way I can do such a thing! I won't As rich and powerful as you are, I don't think that I can do whatever I want. I know very well what a hateful thing you are doing, because I was once one of the bullies."

"Yes, I had my belongings taken away, I was laughed at for my baggy clothes and glasses covered with tape, I was chased around the school, I was isolated by my classmates... I have experienced all these things." He looked into Draco's eyes, "I know very well how painful and oppressive that is."

"In my opinion, bullying others is really the worst and shameful thing." Harry said coldly, and then stretched out a hand, "Now, give me the memory ball, Draco! "

Draco gaped at him, annoyed and at a loss. His expression changed again and again, and then he gritted his teeth, raised the memory ball in his hand, and threw it high.

"Then go get it yourself!" he shouted angrily, and then flew directly to the ground.

Harry couldn't care about him anymore. He stared closely at the glass ball, leaned forward and dived down at a faster speed. Amid the screams of the audience, he steadily caught the memory ball one foot above the ground, then straightened the broom, glided a short distance close to the ground, and landed firmly on the grass.

"Oh my God! What are you doing? Huh?" Ms. Huo Qi's voice came from far away, with a tone of panic and anger.

Owen and Neville followed her, looking curiously at the chaotic venue.