Hogwarts Dances with Dragons

An hour later, when everyone left the Potions classroom, Harry was exhausted both physically and mentally.

During the second half of the lesson, Neville put in the porcupine quills without removing the cauldron from the fire, causing a strange chemical reaction in the potion - burning through Seamus' cauldron.

Neville's body was soaked with potion, and his arms and legs were covered with red and swollen boils. He screamed in pain, and was eventually sent to the school doctor's office by Seamus.

"Look away, Seamus, it's just a crucible." Ivan patted Seamus on the shoulder comfortingly: "It's better to burn it than to explode."

Seamus: "..."

Are you trying to comfort me?

"Here you are, notes." Hermione handed over some pieces of parchment: "It's all written down on it, and I marked it."

"Okay, thank you." Ivan took the parchment and inserted it into the book "Thousands of Magical Herbs and Mushrooms".

"Evan, why didn't you help Harry just now? If you spoke, Snape would not dare to embarrass him." Ron whispered: "Look at Snape, he doesn't even dare to look at you!"

"Hmm... what should I tell you?" Ivan thought for a moment and spread his hands: "Harry resisted, and I helped him. This is called helping. Harry didn't resist, and I helped him. This is called nosy. "

"I can't do things like reasoning. Fighting is what I'm best at. Besides, Snape is a school professor. He suppressed Harry within the rules. No one can find any problems. These are the rules of the game. .”

Ron opened his mouth: "Then if Snape targets you later..."

Ivan shrugged, leaving a chic back: "Then it's up to me to decide the rules - only those who stand can speak after a fight."

Ron: "..."

The first week of the new semester passed quickly, and the days passed very leisurely.

Although many students complained about too much homework (especially those given by Professor McGonagall), Alvin felt that it was okay. The analysis and experience of the Transformation Curse only required a one-foot paper.

Unlike Ron and Harry, who were complaining endlessly, Alvin didn't feel the slightest emotion in his heart.

It is only one foot (almost a piece of A4 paper), and the English sentences are long, one sentence per line, and it is not as difficult to write as an [-]-word essay. He only needs to summarize the knowledge points listed in the book. Just copy it onto parchment, it's not difficult at all.

On the weekend morning, Alvin woke up and went downstairs to find Harry and the others discussing something by the wall.

"What bad luck." Harry looked frustrated: "Riding a broomstick to make a fool of himself in front of Malfoy..."

"What? Flying lessons are about to start? Or take lessons with Slytherin..." Alvin glanced at the announcement.

When Ron saw Alvin, he smiled and patted Harry on the shoulder, pointing at Alvin: "Don't worry, man, there is someone even more unlucky!"

Alvin kicked him onto the soft chair.

The arrival of flying lessons gave all the boys a common language - except Alvin.

All boys from wizarding families brag. Malfoy, for example, will tell endless stories about his long flights, which always end with a narrow escape from a Muggle helicopter.

Even Seamus, who is the most resistant to Alvin in the dormitory, will tell Alvin about his childhood riding a broom and spending time in the wilderness as long as Alvin is willing to listen.

"Neville, have you ever ridden a broomstick?" Alvin looked at Neville, who was full of longing and frustration.

Neville shook his head: "Never, my grandma never let me get close to such dangerous things..."

"Yes, it is indeed dangerous." Ivan nodded with deep understanding: "If no one stops me, I will most likely die on it..."

Hermione also looked very nervous. The little girl came from a Muggle family and had never experienced a flying broomstick before.

So, amid everyone's expectations and Alvin's resistance, Thursday arrived.

During breakfast, when Alvin came to the auditorium reluctantly, Harry and the others seemed to have had some dispute with Malfoy. Seeing Alvin's arrival, Malfoy quickly threw a glass ball to Neville and said dejectedly. ran away.

"What happened?" Ivan asked.

"Neville's grandmother sent him a memory ball." Ron explained: "Malfoy grabbed it with his hands."

"Cut him." Ivan said casually.

Ron shrugged: "I haven't had time yet. I believe you can see it. Harry and I have been wanting to fight with him recently. Do you want to join us?"

"Forget it, I'm afraid of beating him to death..." Ivan shook his head.

Harry and Harry looked a little disappointed, but they didn't say anything. They watched Alvin kick a hole in the train car and come out. If Malfoy kicked him, the three of them would most likely be expelled from school on the spot. Don't let me go to Azkaban again...

At 03:30 in the afternoon, the first-year students of Gryffindor walked out of the castle and prepared for their first flying lesson.

Fortunately, today was a sunny day with a gentle breeze. When everyone walked quickly down the sloping grass and towards the flat lawn opposite the field, the breeze blowing the grass rippled under their feet.

The Slytherin students were already waiting there, and also waiting there were a row of old broomsticks neatly placed on the grass.

Just as the Gryffindor students arrived, Ms. Hooch, who taught flying lessons, also arrived. She had short gray hair and tawny eyes as sharp as an eagle.

"Okay, what are you all waiting for?" She shouted loudly: "Everyone stand next to a broomstick, hurry up, hurry up."

Seeing that Ivan was motionless, Ms. Hoqi frowned: "Mr. Darknight?"

Ivan took out a note from his pocket and handed it to Ms. Huo Qi: "I'm here to ask for leave. I have a note approved by Professor Dumbledore."

Ms. Huo Qi took the note and looked at it: "Okay, but you have to stay here and not run around. I allow you not to fly on the broomstick, but I don't allow you to skip class."

"Understood." Ivan walked to the slope of the lawn, leaning on his arms and looking at the people in the distance leisurely.

"Stretch out your right hand and put it on top of the broom! Then say: Get up!" Ms. Huo Qi turned around and shouted to the others.

"stand up!"

With a whoosh, the broom flew into Harry's hand, and he became the first person to summon the broomstick.

Looking at the broom in his hand, Harry had an inexplicable feeling of blood connection. He felt that he could control this broom with ease without any effort.

Glancing at Alvin lying dead in the distance, Harry felt an inexplicable sense of accomplishment.

The powerful and domineering Alvin cannot take transportation, but he seems to have an inexplicable talent for flying broomsticks.

However, this was only a brief thought. When Harry saw that Malfoy also successfully summoned the broom, this thought was dispelled.

What's the use of being able to fly?

It's not like I'm going to get beaten...

On the other side, Hermione finally succeeded in arousing the broomstick after a lot of effort. She was so excited that she wanted to find someone to share this moment.

Subconsciously looking in the direction of Alvin, he found that he was already lying on the grass and asleep.