Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

My God, why do you have to take flying lessons with those Slytherins. Looking at the notice on the wall in the Gryffindor lounge, Ron and the other lion cubs wailed.

As for the Slytherin side, it was similar, they were all keen to talk about Quidditch. With the exception of Malfoy, he was only interested in flying, and he wasn't very interested in this wizarding sport. He's almost done with Narcissa when he's at home, so he's not excited at all now.

Why don't you talk about your experience. Pansy was also a little curious.

Nothing to say. Malfoy shook his head.

Boring. Pan Xi pursed her lips. Obviously not satisfied with this answer.

Draco is going to tell about his broom-riding adventures! Pansy exclaimed suddenly.

In an instant, a large number of Slytherin students gathered around. Slytherin admired the strong, and Malfoy, who had earned a lot of points for Slytherin a few days before the start of school, was naturally regarded as a strong man in the hearts of these little snakes. From a well-known pure-blood family. They were naturally very interested in Malfoy's past experiences, especially when it came to broomsticks.

Uh... Malfoy pretended to be thinking, searching for a more reasonable story. Then he gave Pansy a stern look.

Pansy also gave him a scheming smile.

In that forbidden area of ​​our house... Malfoy began his storytelling.

Malfoy, who was deeply influenced by online novels in his previous life, easily made up a reasonable story, which attracted the surprise of the little snakes.

After the story ended, Pansy also secretly asked secretly, Should I go there to play next time I go to your house?

Malfoy said blankly, I made it all up just now.

Pansy's face sank: Then you're telling the truth.

I haven't settled with you yet. Who do you think I made it up?

I suddenly remembered that I haven't finished Professor McGonagall's homework. Pansy made an excuse to slip away.

and many more.

Oh. Pansy slowly lowered her head and made a picture as if I knew I was wrong, so you can punish me as you please.

Little witch. Knowing that he was acting, Malfoy could only die.

Eat more candy, keep your mouth shut, and talk less in the future. Malfoy took out a few packets of gorgeously packaged candies. Stuck in Pansy's hands.

I have to say that Narcissa was too diligent in sending snacks to Malfoy.

Pansy stared at Malfoy.

Don't get me wrong, you can understand that I'm bribing you, and I can't finish these candies alone, Malfoy explained somewhat far-fetched.

Duplicity, for the sake of your sincerity, I will accept it mercifully. However, Pan Xi's bright eyes had already betrayed her, and it was obvious that there was more than one duplicitous person.

Never underestimate the lethality of sweets to girls.

Soon came the afternoon that all the students were looking forward to, it was time for flying lessons! The weather is beautiful today, sunny but not hot. Occasionally, the Gryffindor students hurried down the steps and walked towards a flat lawn across the field. The grass gently rose under their feet. with waves. Beyond the lawn is the forest, and the dark trees in the distance sway in the wind.

The Slytherin students were already there, and twenty broomsticks lay neatly on the ground.

Their teacher Mrs. Hooch came. She has short grey hair and yellow eyes like those of an eagle.

Okay, what are you all waiting for? she snapped. Everyone stands next to a broomstick. Quick, quick, hurry up.

Looking at the broom under his feet, Malfoy shook his head.

Some branches protruded from the shabby broom,

There is also some dust on the handle.

From frugality to luxury is easy, from luxury to frugality is difficult, Malfoy thought to himself.

Put your right hand over the broom handle, cried Mrs. Hooch from the front, and said: 'Get up!.'

Get up! everyone shouted. Malfoy pretended to do the same, and for someone who was already very skilled, doing this kind of exercise was torture. So Malfoy can only choose to be passive.

Mrs. Hooch showed them how to get on a broom without slipping off her head. She walked up and down the line, correcting their grip.

Harry and Ron, like the other students, were still following Mrs. Hooch's orders in good order for the time being.

Hermione was a little uncomfortable. She was still talking about Quidditch and she didn't seem to be that good at sports.

As for Neville's body trembling, with a few beads of sweat hanging on his face, judging from the weather, it can only mean that he is very nervous now.

Okay, as soon as I whistle, you kick your legs off the ground, and push hard, Mrs. Hooch said, hold the broom steady, raise it a few feet, and then lean forward slightly and fall back to the ground vertically. Hear my whistle—three—two—”

However, Neville was too nervous. He didn't want to be ridiculed by everyone. People with low self-esteem always wanted to be eager to prove themselves. Without waiting for the whistle to touch Mrs. Hooch's lips, he kicked it hard and flew up.

Oh, poor little fat man, thought Malfoy sympathetically.

Come back, boy! cried Mrs. Hooch.

But it was obvious that Neville couldn't control his broom, as if he had added a booster, Neville flew higher and higher, and he seemed to remember his unpleasant childhood experience - being accidentally fell from a tall building. Neville's face turned even paler, and he only felt that his strength was about to be drained.

He grabbed the broom tightly, but to no avail, the strength gradually drained from his body, and eventually the contact area between his hand and the broom became shorter and shorter, so that it fell off completely.

Tragedy seemed imminent.

Wingadim Leviosa. Wingadim Leviosa. Malfoy whispered a spell to Neville in the air. Only Pansy behind him heard.

Oh, look. Neville, who was supposed to fall quickly, seemed to encounter some resistance, and the speed of falling was not as fast as he thought.

Thank goodness. Mrs. Hooch quickly ran to the lawn where Neville had landed. Check up on his injuries.

Miracle! Mrs. Hooch exclaimed. Neville was barely hurt. But I still want to send you to the hospital for a check. Mrs. Hooch said, hugging Neville to the hospital. Even though she was not injured, Neville's calf was softened.

No! My memory ball, and my broom! Neville shouted suddenly, as if to remember something.

Flying memory balls! Malfoy had seen things falling on the grass long ago, so he used a Flying Charm now.

I think it's better to keep these things in the dormitory or something during flying lessons. Malfoy handed the memory ball to Neville.

Thank you, thank you. Neville didn't know what to say anymore.

As for the broom, I think our savior has gone to get it for you.

Saying that, Malfoy glanced to the side.

No! shouted Hermione, and Harry ignored her. The blood rumbled against his eardrums. He immediately got on his broom and kicked the ground hard, and he went up, the air roaring. The ground shaves his hair, and the robe flutters behind him.

Neville's broom was drifting in the direction of the Forbidden Forest.

Harry only felt how free he was, riding with the wind as if nothing in the world could restrain him. Go to hell with Snape and the homework. Speed ​​up, speed up! He got closer and closer to the broom. until within reach.

Harry held out his hand. Just tried it out! He gripped the worn broom tightly.

The Gryffindor students cheered, but Hermione was a little sullen. Apparently still brooding about him breaking the rules. As for the Slytherin students, they were even more unhappy, because their opponents were in the limelight.

Then Harry controlled the broom and landed safely on the grass. A large group of young lions surrounded them in an instant, watching their hero.

Harry was so proud that he had finally found his talent, and when he grabbed his broom and flew into the sky, it seemed like it was part of his body, he could do whatever he wanted, what a joyful sport it was.

Harry Potter! His heart sank suddenly. A word from Professor McGonagall made him fall from the clouds.

I've been at Hogwarts all these years—never—

Professor McGonagall was speechless in surprise, her spectacles gleaming with anger, —how dare you—you'd break your neck—

It's not his fault, Professor—

Shut up, Miss Patil—

He brought back the broom to help Neville, Professor. Even Hermione, who had just stopped her, explained.

Needless to say.

Professor McGonagall strode towards the castle, Harry following mechanically.

Am I going to be fired? Harry's heart was tormented, and he didn't know where to start when he wanted to explain.

History is always the same. Malfoy watched Mag take Harry away silently. If nothing else, Gryffindor will soon have another youngest Seeker.

Are you saying the Savior will be fired? Pansy tugged at Malfoy's robe.

I don't think so, Malfoy whispered back.

That's really boring, Pansy muttered. By the way, what spell did you just chant, the wand didn't work.

It's just a floating spell.

You actually helped a Gryffindor?

Take this opportunity to practice wandless spellcasting.

You think I'll believe it?

Then how do you want me to explain? Malfoy stared at Pansy.

Just as Pansy was about to ask, he remembered that he had taken bribes for a lot of candy. Eat people soft-mouthed. Don't say it. Pansy turned her head to the side, as if Malfoy had pissed her off.

I can't say that I liked him the most when I was reading a book in my last life, Malfoy thought.

Everyone wants to be Harry, but maybe they're just Neville. Who didn't have a heroic dream as a child? Since he has the ability, Malfoy is still willing to give some appropriate help to this simple and honest little fat man. In his last life, Neville's last counterattack had even more inspired him than Harry.

After all, most people's past may have been as ordinary or worse as Neville's.

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