Mysterious Walker at Hogwarts

Just when Mundungus made up his mind and prepared to take the risk of sneaking across, a long-eared owl landed in front of him with fluttering wings and proudly stretched out its right leg towards him.

Mundungus recognized it at a glance as the owl he bought for that bad boy Dean with his own money. So... Dean finally remembered to return the wand?

Mundungus was a little excited, but when he found that there was only a shriveled envelope tied to Alfie's leg, and there was no trace of the pipe and wand, his heart suddenly sank to the bottom.

"Dear Mundungus:

I'm sorry to write to you so late. I'm really busy after school starts.Originally, I was planning to hold a ceremony to return the wand, but then I thought that this might not be what you wanted, so I gave up..."

What a load of nonsense!Mundungus couldn't help but cursed secretly when he saw that Dean had been talking for a long time without getting into the topic.

"...Now I have a little trouble, and I hope you can help me solve it - of course, I promise that whether you help or not, it has nothing to do with the pipe wand..."

That’s weird!This is clearly a naked threat!Mundungus gritted his teeth secretly, but the situation was stronger than the situation. Dean had the pipe and wand as a "hostage" in his hand. Even if he made an excessive request, Mundungus could only pinch his nose and continue to look down.

"...I need an approval slip from Professor Hogwarts, allowing me to go to the restricted area of ​​the school library to look up some information. I think this is a trivial matter for you. I hope you can get the approval slip and send it as soon as possible. Come. I'll remember to return the wand then.

Yours faithfully, Dean Thomas”

Alfie saw with satisfaction that after reading the letter, Mundungus gritted his teeth and tore it into pieces!

After Dean sent a letter to Mundungus, he never got a response, but he was no longer in a hurry. No matter how powerful he was, he still had to give Mundungus some time~

One Thursday afternoon, it was finally time for the new students Gryffindor and Slytherin to take flying lessons together.

During lunch, Dean noticed that Hermione was particularly irritable and had no appetite even for her favorite pumpkin pie.

Dean soon understood the reason: on the way to the flying lesson, Hermione chattered with him about some flying instructions from a library book called "Quidditch Origins".

Dean didn't understand how someone could show off so much, so he could only remain silent - when he saw Hermione receiving the flying broomstick from Mrs. Hooch, he was trembling nervously, and finally understood the reason. It turned out that Hermione Min was worried that she would not be able to fly.

Obviously, such a highly practical course cannot be mastered by reading it in a book and memorizing it by heart. Dean suspected that Hermione had tried flying before, and the results were not good.

In contrast, Neville seemed more nervous than Hermione. He said that his grandmother never let him touch the broomstick.

Dean fully agreed with this. Now, even if Neville has both feet firmly on the ground, he can always cause endless accidents.

At 03:30 in the afternoon, Dean and the other Gryffindor freshmen came to the field in front of the castle on time.

It was a clear, breezy day - whether Professor Quirrell was blind or not, at least the weather was perfect for flying.

The Slytherin students were already there, and twenty broomsticks were neatly arranged on the ground - a very old-fashioned sweeping series, Dean pouted.

After everyone arrived, Mrs. Huo Qi, who taught flying lessons, came.

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

"Okay, what are you all waiting for?" she snapped. "Everyone stand next to a broomstick. Hurry, hurry, hurry up."

"Stretch out your right hand and place it on the broom handle." Mrs. Hooch shouted from the front, "Then say: 'Get up!'"

"Get up!" everyone shouted.

As expected, Harry's broom immediately jumped into his hand - Ron, Seamus and other Gryffindors who had been exposed to the wizarding world since childhood were only a little slower than Harry in making their brooms obey.

Hermione Granger's broom looked a bit unsatisfactory in comparison - it just rolled on the ground, while Neville's broom didn't move at all.

As for Dean's broomstick, it was delayed for a long time due to the weakening of his mental power. It was not until Hermione's broom jumped into his hand that he obeyed obediently.

Hermione seemed to relax a lot after noticing this detail - she didn't look so bad after all~

Then Mrs. Hooch showed them how to ride on a broom without sliding off.

She walked around the team, correcting their grips from time to time - she kept criticizing Malfoy for what he was doing wrong, making Malfoy very anxious, but the Gryffindors were secretly happy.

Dean felt that Malfoy was underperforming, largely because the two of them were almost right next to each other.

Malfoy must be worried that he will get beaten again if he is not careful.

Since the start of school, Malfoy has been walking around Dean, even in Potions class, trying to keep as far away from Dean as possible - he found that even though Professor Snape thought highly of him, he didn't seem to treat Dean badly, so He wisely gave up his plan to ask Snape for support against Dean.

After confirming that all the students' movements were OK, Mrs. Huo Qi said: "Okay. Now when I blow the whistle, you will push your legs hard to get off the ground. You must hold the broom firmly, rise a few feet, and then slightly Lean forward and fall straight back to the ground. Listen to my whistle—three—two—"

The overly nervous Neville was afraid of being left on the ground, so before the whistle touched Mrs. Hooch's lips, he kicked hard and flew up with a whoosh.

"Come back, child! You can't—" Mrs. Hooch shouted.

But Neville went straight up like a rocket--twelve feet--twenty feet.

Dean saw the frightened, pale face looking at the ground flying away below, and sliding towards the broom handle with his mouth wide open, gasping for air.

"Oops!" Dean quickly pulled out the blackthorn wand, pointed at Neville and said, "Wingardim Leviosa!"

He hoped to use the levitation spell to save Neville's life, but unfortunately the delay in the spell still existed. Dean cast the levitation spell several times in a row, but it failed to have an effect in time.

Then Neville fell from the broomstick with a bang, and just when he was about to fall into pieces, Dean's first levitation spell barely took effect, but it was still too late - Neville was lying face down on the ground. huddled in the grass.

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

"The wrist is broken." Madam Hooch said in a low voice, "Okay, kid - it's okay, you get up. I'll take you to the campus hospital, and I guarantee Madam Pomfrey will cure you soon."

Then Mrs. Hooch turned to the other students and said: "None of you are allowed to move! Put the broomsticks back where they belong, otherwise, I guarantee that you will be expelled without even touching 'Quidditch'."

Poor Neville, with tears on his face, clutching his broken wrist, limped toward the school hospital with Mrs. Hooch.