A Hogwarts Wizard Supreme

On Thursday afternoon, in the History of Magic classroom on the second floor, the second-year students of Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw were listening "seriously" to the class... or catching up on their sleep.

Professor Binns' voice is dull and dry, without a trace of fluctuation or sound. It is the best hypnotic tool.

One day after Halloween last school year, Li Fei led a team to rescue the ghosts who were driven away by Death Eaters and imprisoned in the sewers of Hogwarts, including one of the main sources of our principal's small treasury - the great guest Professor Si.

For a period of time afterwards, Professor Binns in the classroom would occasionally tremble suddenly, stop his voice as smooth as a repeater, and invite Li Fei by name to answer questions.

The questions asked by Professor Binns were basically from the notes of this class. As long as Li Fei didn't lose his mind, getting points was as smooth as eating and drinking.

But the crux of the problem is that Professor Binns seemed to have a bug. He began to frequently name Li Fei to answer questions in other colleges where Li Fei did not teach, and even in courses of other grades. Naturally, no one ignored him, but Professor Binns will still insist on giving Hufflepuff five points.

In this regard, Li Fei said, we will not earn dirty money, and we will not add any dirty money!

Before the situation was completely settled, Li Fei led a group of Hufflepuff students, in the name of the founder Hufflepuff, and followed a fair and honest attitude. In the face of Professor Sprout's bleeding expression, , resolutely approached the principal to "sell points."

Since then, I don’t know how Dumbledore debugged Professor Binns’ ghost. In short, our ghost classroom has returned to normal.

The sun was shining brightly in the afternoon of September, and it was just the time when the students had eaten and drank enough to start getting sleepy in the afternoon.

Li Fei deliberately chose a location near the window. Looking out the window, he could see a group of small black dots jumping around on the lawn far away.

The ring on the index finger of his left hand flickered vaguely. Li Fei used his finger to wipe the air in front of his eyes. The group of small black dots taking flying lessons in the distance were suddenly zoomed in and magnified, and appeared with a resolution close to 4k. In front of Li Fei's eyes.

He casually tapped his left ear again, so that Li Fei completely achieved the perfect "division of mind".

Effect: The right eye is looking at the blackboard, the right ear is listening, and the right hand is taking notes; the left eye is looking at the flying lessons on the playground, and the left ear can still hear their discussions and jeers. Put your left hand by the window and feel the breeze blowing over your hand. breeze.

That feeling was so pleasant.

It was a sunny, breezy day. When Harry and Ron walked quickly down the sloping grass and towards a flat lawn on the opposite side of the field, the grass undulated under their feet and swayed slightly with the wind. Make waves.

On the other side of the lawn, in the distance is the Forbidden Forest. In the distance, a tall figure is standing in front of the cabin door and looking towards this place.

Regardless of whether Hagrid could see him or not, Harry still waved his arms hard towards Hagrid's hut.

The Slytherin students were already there, along with twenty broomsticks neatly arranged on the ground.

Harry once heard Fred and Qiao say that the broomsticks in Hogwarts are basically old and obsolete products. It is said that some brooms will tremble when you fly too high, just like a broomstick. I am afraid of heights, and I always tend to lean slightly to the left.

"Really, it's really about the broom. We will never tell Li Fei that you are afraid of heights." - The Weasley twins vowed.

She's here, she's here, Mrs. Huo Qi is here.

She has short gray hair and two yellow eyes, as sharp as those of an eagle.

"Time is running out, what are you all waiting for?" Mrs. Huo Qi said loudly, with a very stern tone, "Do as I say! Everyone stand next to a broomstick!

quick!quick!quick!We need to hurry up. "

Harry lowered his head and glanced at the broomstick beside him. It was old, worn, and extremely dirty. Some branches were sticking out in all directions, making it as messy as Harry's magical black hair.

I don't think the concierge, Uncle Filch, would be willing to use this broom for cleaning.

"From now on, if I say something, you will do it," Mrs. Huo Qi's sharp yellow glasses scanned the audience like an eagle, "If anyone dares to disobey the command and act erratically, I will make this class your lesson in Huo Qi." Gwartz’s last flying lesson.”

"Whether you plan to join the Academy's Quidditch team in the future, or you want to apply for a broomstick purchase license from the Ministry of Magic, everyone who looks at your resume will find that your flying lessons have been marked as 'failed' evaluation and was rejected.”

After looking around, everyone found that even a proud Malfoy didn't want to touch Mrs. Huo Qi's brow at the moment, and they all lowered their heads and remained silent.

“Again, it’s all about safety and don’t do anything I didn’t ask you to do.

Even if you are trembling because of nervousness, just hold it in, do you understand? "

Harry swallowed. He had never thought that the flying instructor would be so strict.

"Put your right hand over the broom handle," Mrs. Hooch shouted from the front, "and say, 'Get up!'

Pay attention to your tone of voice and your confidence. "

"Get up!" everyone shouted.

Harry's broom jumped into his hand immediately, but there are only a few broomsticks that behave like this.

Hermione.Granger's broom just rolled on the ground, perfectly avoiding all the special situations introduced in the book, while chubby Neville's broom didn't move at all.

Li Fei had the right to suspect that the broom was most likely the one assigned to the little fat boy Bruce.

Being able to be assigned to two terms of Little Fatty in a row, this broom is really inspiring.

Harry thought to himself that maybe the broom also had its own unique spirituality and could see the timidity deep in the user's heart.

Unlike Bruce Wayne, who yearns for the blue sky, Neville, who is also a little fat man, has a slightly trembling voice at this moment, which clearly shows that he wants to stand firmly on the ground.

Mrs Hooch then showed them how to get on the broom without slipping off their heads.

She kept walking back and forth in the team, correcting the students' hand grip. When Harry and Ron heard her criticizing Malfoy for what he had been doing wrong, they couldn't help but feel secretly happy.

"Okay, as soon as I whistle, you kick your legs off the ground and push hard." Mrs. Huo Qi said, "Hold the broom steadily, rise a few feet, lean forward slightly, and then fall vertically back to the ground. .

No one is allowed to take off early, otherwise I will kick you out of my class!

Attention all! ! !Listen to my whistle...three...two..."

However, Neville was so nervous that he was afraid of being abandoned by the broom and left on the ground, so before the whistle touched Mrs. Hooch's lips, he kicked hard and flew up.

In sports, this method is called "pressing the gun". Of course, if the shot fails, it becomes a "false start".

"Come back, kid! Come back quickly!!!"

Mrs. Hooch shouted, but Neville went straight up, like a bottle of champagne that had been shaken hard and the cork was suddenly pulled...

It’s like trying to find the toilet in an industrial area full of cameras. After holding it for several kilometers, you suddenly bump into a strong man you know and someone taps you on the shoulder...

Bursts of green smoke erupted from some indescribable parts... In fact, Neville's broom was overwhelmed and on the verge of losing control... Twelve feet... Twenty feet, Neville flew higher and higher.

Harry saw his frightened, pale face looking down at the ground that was rapidly receding, and saw him gasping for air with his mouth wide open, as if he was about to lose consciousness.

Suddenly, he heard Mrs. Hooch shouting, "Child, come back quickly!" Neville only had time to shout out, "I will definitely come back!" before he disappeared from everyone's eyes.

After a long time, Neville actually flew back. Specifically, since the incident where Li Fei's broomstick flew farther and farther last year, in order to avoid causing another accident, Mrs. Hooch asked Professor Flitwick to inject most of the broomsticks into [Automatic Return Curse].

At this time, Neville had completely lost consciousness. After hearing everyone's exclamations, he completely relaxed and slipped off the side of the broom, and then... fell completely with a "bang".

With this violent impact, Neville lay face down in the grass on the ground, curled up in pain and sweating profusely.

It was a pity that the [Automatic Return Curse] that Flitwick had placed on the broom was completely ineffective. The broomstick was still rising higher and higher, and then it rushed directly towards the Forbidden Forest like a rocket, and then disappeared completely.

Mrs. Hooch bent over Neville, her face as pale as Neville's.

"It's the second year," Harry heard her growling in a low voice, almost crying in her voice, "Li Fei is the same, this child is the same, why does the safety issue have to appear in the first flying lesson every year? What about the accident?”

Mrs. Huo Qi hit herself hard on the head and turned to the other little wizards with a forced smile: "Don't worry, it's not life-threatening, it's just a broken wrist."

All the students exclaimed that their wrists were broken. Is this still "just"?

"Okay, kid, don't worry, you'll be fine. Try harder and let me help you up."

She turned to the other students in the class and said: "Now, I am sending this child to the school doctor's office, and no one of you is allowed to move!

Put all the broomsticks back where they belong! ! !

Otherwise, you will be kicked out of Hogwarts before you can even say "Quidditch"! "

After saying that, she helped Neville up. Mrs. Hooch put her arm around him and said softly: "Dear child, let's go."

There were tears on Na Cheng's face. He grabbed his wrist and limped away with Mrs. Huo Qi.

They had just gone out of hearing when Malfoy burst into laughter.

"Did you see that face on him, that big fool?" echoed the other Slytherins.

"Shut up, Malfoy," said Parvati Patil sharply.

"Hey, you little girl would protect that loser Longbottom?" Pansy Parkinson said, she always subconsciously echoed Malfoy, "I didn't expect you to like the chubby little tearbag, Patil. "

"Look, what did I find?" Malfoy said, rushing over to grab something on the grass. "It was given to him by that idiot Longbottom's grandmother."

He held up the memory ball, which gleamed in the sun.

"Bring it here, Malfoy." Harry whispered, his expression gradually becoming tougher.

Everyone stopped talking and watched.

Malfoy grinned hideously.

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

"No!" shouted Hermione Granger, "Mrs. Hooch told us not to move... Malfoy, your behavior will cause trouble for all of us."

"Trouble? What trouble can that old woman bring to us?

Flying lessons don’t allow people to fly yet?You even threatened us with expulsion?My dad is the school director, I want to see who dares to fire me. "

"Bring it here!" Harry shouted, but Malfoy had already jumped on his broom and took off.

Malfoy's previous words may not be completely bragging. At present, it seems that Malfoy is indeed flying very well - provided that Mrs. Hooch's previous criticism of Malfoy's movements is not worth taking into account.

I saw Malfoy suspended at a height parallel to the top of an oak tree, shouting: "Come and get it, Potter!"

Harry grabbed his broom.

"Harry, you must not cause trouble!" Hermione stopped directly in front of Harry this time, "Malfoy... maybe the family power will be very powerful, but Harry, you can't, we are just ordinary people."

Ron then argued: "Harry is different, he is the legendary savior..."

Harry ignored their argument. Faced with Malfoy's provocation, the blood in his brain hit his eardrums.

He got on the broomstick and kicked the ground hard. Thanks to his talent, he rose up quickly. The air blew through his hair, and his robes fluttered behind him! ! !

Harry felt a sudden burst of ecstasy, realizing that he had discovered a skill that he could learn without a teacher.

Flying is so easy and wonderful.

He lifted the broomstick higher so that he could fly higher.

In the distance, Harry heard the girls' screams and gasps from the ground, and also heard Ron's shouts of admiration.

Harry turned the broom around suddenly and stared intently at Malfoy in the sky. Malfoy had never thought that someone could be so talented in flying, and he was obviously shocked.

"Bring it here," Harry shouted, "or I'll knock you off your broom."

"Oh, really?" Malfoy said. He wanted to laugh, but the expression on his face betrayed how nervous he was.

Harry seemed to know what to do naturally. He leaned forward, grabbed the broom tightly with both hands, and in an instant, the broom shot towards Malfoy like a javelin.

Malfoy barely dodged, but Harry turned around and grabbed the broom firmly.

In the History of Magic classroom, Li Fei blinked by the window, somewhat envious of Harry's innate talent for flying.

"Oh, God, it's really unfair. Those who suffer from drought will die from drought, and those who suffer from waterlogging will die from waterlogging."

After sighing casually, Li Fei raised his head again and looked at the distant sky again: "Watching [Harry Potter Flying on a Broomstick] live, I'm really sorry, sorry that I can't give you a shot."

PS: On February 02, Xiaomi was originally scheduled to hold a press conference in Ukraine today, but due to force majeure...

I haven't finished a project yet, is Ukraine gone?