A Hogwarts Wizard Supreme

On the lawn of the flying class, Harry and Malfoy were engaged in a "passionate chase".

Harry unexpectedly discovered his talent when he tried to ride a flying broomstick for the first time. When he controlled the old broomstick, he felt like he was "like an arm."

It was obviously Harry's first experience with flying, but he let himself go. For a moment, Malfoy felt like Harry Potter was everywhere.

There was no way, Harry was gifted and could fly around without falling off the broom.

After relaxing, Harry learned all the tricks from those football games he had secretly watched his cousin Dally play.

Obviously, Malfoy at this time became the "ball" being kicked around.

Li Fei smacked his lips by the window, feeling that Harry's movement speed, if placed in Fate's world, could be assigned a rating of "Riding: B".

"Stop it Malfoy."

Harry Potter stood in front of Malfoy on his broomstick and stretched out his hand towards Malfoy.

"Hand over the [Memory Ball], apologize to Neville, and I can let you go temporarily!

Come to think of it, you don't have Crabbe or Goyle here to protect you, Malfoy. "

Harry shouted.

Malfoy seemed to have the same idea, which translated to - he was scared.

"I'll give you something, let's see if you can catch it!"

Malfoy yelled, threw the ball high into the air, and then landed towards the ground as if he was running away.

There was no way, this damn Harry Potter could actually fly and stop suddenly like convulsions in mid-air, as well as make right-angle turns from time to time. Master Malfoy didn't dare to take it.

"This is not an escape, I am just making a strategic retreat!"

Comforting himself in his heart, Malfoy couldn't help but show a victor's expression on his face.

"I didn't expect, Potter, that a wooden ball I picked up before class could play such a big role.

Want to protect that coward?What a fool.

I really want to see how sad you look when you find out that the thing you worked so hard to protect turned out to be just a wooden ball. "

Harry saw the ball rising into the sky as if in slow motion, then starting to fall. He leaned forward and pointed his broomstick downward.

In just the blink of an eye, Harry was already speeding up and diving down, chasing the ball. The wind was whistling in Harry's ears, mixing with the screams of the people below.

Harry stretched out his hand and caught the wooden ball one foot above the ground.

Hey, wooden ball? ? ?

Harry was stunned for a moment and almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, he straightened the broom handle in time, tapped his feet lightly on the grass, and took off again.

At this time, Harry was still holding the wooden ball firmly in his hand.

On the ground, Harry's rapid landing scared Hermione and screamed, the tone so high that everyone around her couldn't help but stay away instantly.

"Stop flying!!!"

"Harry, come back soon, Mrs. Hooch is back, we are going to be in trouble!"

This shout may have been a little too loud, and Hermione felt dizzy due to the lack of oxygen in her brain, and couldn't help but fall forward.

Fortunately, just when Hermione's classmate was about to have a "tragic incident" where she landed face first, a tall, thin figure ran over to support her.

Not Li Fei.

Dear readers, you know me well. If Li Fei was nearby, he would definitely take photos to record the classic moment when Hermione fell to the ground.

However, Li Fei always took the initiative to take a half step back from this slightly charming and ambiguous posture.

The person with bright red hair who rushed over to help Hermione was none other than Ron Weasley.

Pulling out the head buried deep in Ron's arms, Hermione's face became the same color as Ron's red hair.

"Crack."

Li Fei used magic photography to record this moment from a long distance, thinking in his heart that this red face and red hair are really a good couple.

After thanking Ron, Hermione turned her head to the side, but she could not forget the memory of Ron rushing towards her, and what Hermione saw on the chocolate frog card on the train. That name.

Ron accepted the thanks nonchalantly and quickly turned his attention back to Harry flying in the air in the distance.

"Hmph, the purpose of my coming to Hogwarts is to learn the kind of magic that can help me get rid of Fred and George. Girls are so good at it, it is really troublesome." - Ron.

At this time, Harry Potter had already sprinted in front of Malfoy, with a stern face (in Malfoy's view, ferocious), and with the power of the wind pressure caused by the high-speed driving of his broomstick, Malfoy was so frightened that Malfoy took off for the second time and scurried away with his head in his arms. .

Unfortunately, this was a suppression of talent and blood. Malfoy, who had not experienced systematic training, could only compete with Harry for his flying talent.

Although Malfoy is also very good, in front of Harry, he seems... too bad.

Finally, Harry successfully caught up with the "taillight" of Malfoy's broom, charged up his right hand, and threw the wooden ball in his hand at Malfoy's head!

Malfoy changed direction quickly and the wooden ball fell into the hood of his cloak.

At the same time, Malfoy held a glass ball in his hand, and there seemed to be light white mist floating in the middle of the ball.

Malfoy raised his right hand high, as if he was about to fall. Harry quickly slowed down and persuaded him kindly:

"Stop, Malfoy, calm down!

As long as you hand over what you took away from Neville, everything will be fine! "

Malfoy sneered and was about to mock Harry when a white shadow suddenly appeared from behind like lightning.

"Ouch~" (That thief, give me back the ball!)

Soon after, the figure was slashed four times in the air like lightning. With each flash of cold light, Malfoy's cloak, school uniform, trousers, and broomstick were chopped into pieces in turn!

You deserve it, who asked you to steal my ball and hide it in the hood!

Li Fei secretly shook his head, Huanhuan's "Five Lightning Strikes" skill was still not good enough.

The strength was gone after just four slashes. Teacher Ma's "Lightning Five Continuous Whip" can last for an hour without stopping.

After being slashed four times by Huanhuan, Malfoy was left with only a pair of underwear, and he fell from the air in horror.

At the same time, two small balls, one deep and one shallow, fell from mid-air.

Huanhuan was obviously stunned, two?Is this thing still a buy one get one free deal?

Then he looked at Malfoy with doubtful eyes. This is not a boss. Has the monster been shipped?

As the saying goes, cats have nine lives. Huanhuan doesn't need to care about this height at all. The little wizard Huanhuan usually comes into contact with the most is Li Fei, and he doesn't think that this height will be dangerous to Malfoy. .

"Harry, save me!" Malfoy screamed miserably, falling faster and faster.

There were exclamations and a moderate "Yes!" on the lawn.

Harry gritted his teeth and caught up with Malfoy at an angle nearly perpendicular to the ground. He lifted it onto the top of his broom, then instantly changed its direction laterally and flew with all his strength at an angle parallel to the ground. In the end, he pulled it out forcefully. stand up!

(There is no typo above)

Harry, who had regained his life, finally relaxed and looked at Malfoy hanging on the head of the broom again with relief.

When he saw it, he couldn't help but take a breath of air.

Malfoy was seen wrapping his limbs tightly around Harry's broom, and the only part left of his underwear was rubbed to pieces.

If Malfoy was compared to a cow, then the buttocks, rice noodles, and cucumber strips would basically not fetch a good price at this time.

"Harry Potter!"

Harry's heart suddenly sank, and this sinking feeling was faster than the speed he had just dived into.

Mrs. Hooch and Professor McGonagall were running towards them.

Harry stood up from the ground, shaking.

Malfoy was still hugging the broomstick tightly, repeating: "This is murder, this is murder, I want my father to expel you all!"

Ah, don't touch me, don't touch me, I don't want to leave the broom, help, ah ah ah..."

Professor McGonagall's face was ashen. They could clearly see what had just happened from a distance:

Malfoy tried to steal the toys from the Hogwarts cats, but was beaten up by the just and kind-hearted Huanhuan who happened to pass by. At the critical moment, Harry Potter showed the courage of Gryffindor and the friendship of Hogwarts. Love saved Malfoy.

"In all my years at Hogwarts... I have never encountered... such bad behavior."

Professor McGonagall's lips trembled, and she was almost speechless with anger and surprise. Her glasses flashed with anger: "Mr. Malfoy...how dare you...and you, Mr. Potter, you You’ll break your neck!”

"It's not his fault, Professor..." X2

Two figures flashed out instantly.

"Shut up, Miss Parkinson..."

Mrs. Huo Qi stopped Professor McGonagall. Compared with the steady vice-principal, she, a physical education teacher who taught flying lessons all year round, had a more severe and tyrannical attitude towards students.

"But Malfoy..."

"Miss Granger, no one will think you are mute if you don't speak."

Mrs. Hooch took out the "game trash talk" that she had treasured for many years, and Hermione immediately shut up, but her face turned red.

Li Fei seriously suspected that in another parallel world, Mrs. Huo Qi might have played in the NBA.

After all, trash talking and fouling are the most common and required defensive items in the NBA.

Pansy Parkinson glanced sideways at Hermione, who immediately returned the look.

"Shut up, you bloody slut, Miss Marmot Granger."

"Why did I hear a dog barking? Oh, this is an ugly poodle with Parkinson's disease."

Li Fei quickly took another shot of this shot from a distance.

Genevieve Gaunt, the little princess of the Gaunt family in the real world, glanced at Emma Watson from the side. Such a precious shot is absolutely rare in the world.

But then again, it's much more interesting for girls to fight than to watch boys quarrel.

Professor McGonagall calmed down: "Mr. Malfoy did not comply with the teacher's classroom requirements, stole and plundered other people's property wantonly, and almost made a big mistake. Slytherin will deduct 20 points."

Malfoy was not happy at that time and looked directly at everyone's crazy output. In his mouth, it was Harry's pursuit and the appearance of that "damn cat" that caused him to encounter such a serious crisis.

"Don't forget, Harry saved your life!" Ron angrily interrupted Malfoy's mouth, interrupting all of Malfoy's unscrupulous words.

Ron was angry. In terms of their behavior, the Slytherins were really farmers and snakes, completely ungrateful.

Professor McGonagall stared at Malfoy with a very stern look: "I have never been afraid of threats from any power. I will neither favor any student nor allow other houses to slander Gryffindor."

"So don't worry, Mr. Weasley, that's the end of the previous topic.

Potter, although you have shown extremely high flying talent and have bravely saved the lives of your classmates, you have violated classroom discipline after all, so your punishment must be more severe.

Come with me. "

Professor McGonagall strode toward the castle, followed mechanically by Harry.

When leaving, Harry was keenly aware of the proud expressions on the faces of Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle. Thinking of Professor McGonagall's uprightness, Harry's hearts clenched together. Harry only knew that maybe there was something wrong. There's a chance he'll be fired.

He wanted to say something to defend himself, but there seemed to be something wrong with his voice.

Professor McGonagall strode forward without looking at him, and he had to trot to keep up.

It's over, it's over.

He has been here for less than a week, but as long as his dean gives the order, it will probably take less than 10 minutes for him to pack up and leave.

What would the Dursleys say if they saw Harry suddenly appear at the gate?

The two of them climbed the steps in front of the door and climbed the marble stairs inside. Professor McGonagall still said nothing.

She unscrewed the doors and strode down the corridors, followed pathetically by Harry.

Is Professor McGonagall going to take him to see Dumbledore?Let the principal handle himself personally?

Harry suddenly thought of Hagrid. Although Hagrid was expelled, he was still allowed to stay in the school as a gamekeeper. Maybe he could work as Hagrid's assistant.

He seemed to see himself carrying Hagrid's pocket, dragging heavy steps around the venue, watching Ron and others become wizards with helpless eyes, and he felt his stomach twisting into a ball when he thought about this.

Professor McGonagall stopped outside a classroom. She knocked gently three times, then opened the door and stuck her head in.

"I'm sorry, Professor Flitwick, I may need Wood's help. Can Wood come out for a while?"

Wood? wood?wood?

Professor Flitwick looked at the teaching aids he used in his lectures. Although he was very puzzled, he still handed a large basket of wooden sticks into the hands of Professor McGonagall.

Harry was frightened out of his mind. His little head was running wildly, as if he was thinking of the scene where McGonagall was going to order Peeves to whip him with such a thick wooden stick.

Professor McGonagall was extremely embarrassed. She could only cough lightly, put down a basket of sticks, and said softly: "This is your student, Oliver Wood. I need to use him temporarily."

(The surname "Wood" in English is spelled as wood, and it also means "wood".)

In the Charms classroom, a tall, sturdy fifth-grade boy walked out of the classroom with a confused look on his face.

Oh my God, Wood turned out to be a human being, and Harry finally felt relieved.

"You two, come with me."

Professor McGonagall said as the three strode down the corridor together, Wood eyeing Harry curiously.

"Go in."

Professor McGonagall pointed to a classroom and asked Harry and the others to go in. There was only Peeves inside, who was busy writing curse words on the blackboard.

The content is not that vicious, and the wording is just "a big idiot".

But unfortunately, this woman is Li Fei.

Seeing everyone suddenly entering this classroom, and unexpectedly breaking his deepest secret, Peeves had an expression of "Then I can't keep you here" until - Professor McGonagall finally entered the classroom.

"Peeves, get out!" Professor McGonagall yelled extremely sternly.

Peeves clattered the chalk into the trash can, then rushed out of the classroom with a curse. Professor McGonagall slammed the door shut, turned around, and faced the two boys.

The sternness on his face suddenly disappeared, and the frost on his face turned into a spring breeze blowing on the earth.

Professor McGonagall smiled very happily:

"Potter, let me introduce to you, this is Oliver Wood.

Wood, I have good news for you. I have discovered a Seeker with my own eyes, a very talented Seeker. "

Near the lawn, Malfoy, who had already changed into a new robe, kicked the grass hard, sending a piece of green lawn flying up, and finally landed on his head exactly.

"Bah, bah, bah, that's unlucky," Malfoy said, "Although my young master accidentally allowed that Harry to take advantage, I'm actually not bad at flying.

Seriously, the school should really consider making special arrangements to allow talented first-year students like me to join the Quidditch team. "