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The Redeemer has shown a great talent for flying, and he is one of the few who can let his broom be ridden under him obediently.

Mrs. Hooch came over to correct Draco's movements. After she left, Draco and Louis complained, "There is absolutely something wrong with what she said. That's not what my riding teacher told me."

Even so, he obediently followed Mrs. Hooch's corrected actions.

"Okay, as soon as I whistle, you kick your legs and get out of the inside-be careful, you must push hard!"

Then Mrs. Hooch began to count down: "Three—two—"

There was a malfunction on the Gryffindor side, and a boy—Louis recognized him as if Malfoy had snatched the Remembrall this morning—was kicking hard before Mrs. Hooch had even blown the whistle, and the whole People are like arrows leaving the string, rushing forward.

"Come back, boy!" Mrs. Hooch called from below.

But she didn't expect that the boy would stop - his face was pale, his mouth was wide open, and he screamed at a high decibel level - he only appeared in front of the little Slytherin wizards for a moment, and then rushed straight Going up to the sky—ten feet, twenty feet—people could no longer see his expression clearly, and then people saw his body being swayed left and right by the air current, as if he would fall from above in the next second of.

Mrs. Hooch got on her broom—but it was too late, and the boy fell straight out of the air like a kite with a broken string, and fell to the ground with a "boom!" in the grass.

Why do Gryffindors have so many glitches every time?Lewis thought to himself.

Mrs. Hooch needed to take the boy to the hospital. She warned the little wizards not to touch the broom, or they would be sent home before they could say the word "Quidditch".

"See that face? That big stupid one?" Draco said nastyly as soon as Mrs. Hooch left, and most of the Slytherins laughed with him, including Crabbe and Goyle. Loudest.

"Shut up, Malfoy!" said a Gryffindor girl angrily.

"Yo, I didn't expect you to like that chubby little tearbag, Patil." Pansy seemed to recognize the girl, she took a step forward, her head held high, her tone was sour and mean.

Louis stood by without saying a word-this is actually his state most of the time, if it is not something he particularly cares about, he will usually stand by and watch.

"Look, what is this! That fool Longbottom's memory ball!" Draco's exaggerated tone made many people laugh, and the memory ball in his hand was shining beautifully in the sunlight.

"Put him down," Potter said sullenly.

"Let's see, where do I put him for Longbottom to pick him up? How about a tree? I think that's a good idea." Draco smiled viciously.

"Bring it here, Malfoy!" Potter said, annoyed by Draco.

Draco didn't hear it, he stepped on the broom - it could be seen that he was indeed well educated, he flew steadily, stopped by a tree, and looked at Potter defiantly.

"No, Harry! Don't go!" screamed Miss Know-it-all.

But Mr. Potter got on his own broom anyway—perhaps he felt it was his duty to retrieve the crystal ball for Longbottom.

His flying skills are so good that he seems to be self-taught. He leaned forward and swooped towards Draco at an extremely fast speed. Louis clearly saw that Draco was startled, maybe a little nervous. Somewhat stretched in the air to avoid the impact of Harry Potter.

The little lions of Gryffindor were all crazy, and that poor Weasley family seemed to have drunk a vat of stimulant potion-the whole person was screaming and jumping, and couldn't stay idle.

The Savior does have his charisma, Louis thought, seeing this.

"Give him to me, Malfoy! There are no two big men like Crabbe and Goyle here to escort you!"

Harry Potter is right, Draco is indeed not in a very good state now, he did not expect that Potter's flying skills are so superb - he was a little panicked, after all, he is only 11 years old, his little head can't figure out what a good way.

So he threw the memory ball in his hand casually, "Here, it depends on whether you can catch it!"

The memory ball flew high up at first - but soon it began to fall downward at a faster speed due to the effect of gravity. Potter reacted quickly. He adjusted his broom and lay tightly on the Above, swooping down at a faster speed than the remembra -- a thrilling sight -- he caught the remembra within a foot of the ground, and adjusted his broom just in time to avoid The neck was broken.

By this time Draco had landed next to Louis, and he heard the platinum-haired boy grunt in disbelief.

Louis rubbed the boy's head with his gloved hand, earning a protesting glance from the boy - but he was clearly in better shape, and Potter had certainly given him quite the shock.

"Harry Potter!" It was Professor McGonagall's voice—apparently no one had noticed her arrival, because the poor Weasley was about to pop his eyes out.

"All my years at Hogwarts I haven't—how dare you—"

"Professor, it's Malfoy..."

"Shut up, Miss Patil!" Professor McGonagall looked angrily.

"Okay, Potter, come with me."

When Draco saw Potter being taken away, the rest of the Gryffindor trio grimaced, and he couldn't help showing a smug expression on his face.

The flying lesson ended hastily—the second half was almost all boring theoretical explanations. No matter what they said, Mrs. Hooch wouldn't let them get on the broom again.

As he was walking towards the dining room, Louis finally asked the question he had always wanted to ask in his heart: "Why do you hate Potter so much?"

Draco seemed to have heard some big joke, "Why? Of course—" He paused, and then whispered, "You don't know, I'll tell you when I go to bed."

So when Louis came out of the shower at night to wipe the water from his hair and saw Draco sitting on his bed in a daze, he immediately thought of the problem of the day.

"Go take a shower." He said blankly.

The boy sitting on the bed woke up and looked up at him in bewilderment. After a while, he said "oh", got up from Louis' bed, and went to get his own change of clothes.

When Draco came out of the shower, the light in the room had been adjusted by Louis to a dark yellow suitable for sleeping, and the other party was leaning on a huge pillow, looking at the light in his hand with the bright hue of the bedside lamp. A book - Draco guessed it was probably the one called A Thousand Practical Spells that had arrived in the mail from his home.

Seeing Draco approaching, Louis didn't say anything, and turned the huge pillow behind him so that the boy could lean on it with him.

Draco hung up the towel, and Louis saw him climb onto the bed and over him, leaning against the half pillow he had left.

He stretched out his wand and quickly cast a "Quick Drying Charm" on the opponent's little head-it's really handy to have a practical book of spells.

The boy was a little surprised, he raised his hand to touch his hair, the moisture on it was disappearing quickly.

"Louis, sometimes I really want to go to Germany to see - you people there are not very good at charms." He muttered.

Louis couldn't help laughing, the boy's brain circuit was really funny, "Come if you want - I can invite you this holiday."

"Really?" Draco turned to look at him.

Louis nodded.

The boy looked very happy, his pale face was stained with some blush, which made him look a lot more angry...

"Am I your friend, Louis?" he asked.

"So you think I'd allow someone who isn't my friend to sit on my bed?" Louis asked rhetorically, who didn't dislike Draco - he was a very polite kid, at least to his own kind.

Although they had only known each other for more than a month, and had only really been together for two weeks—but he had a rare affection for this boy, well, for Pansy.

Moreover, the status of the Malfoy family is also more appropriate - he does not discriminate against those minor nobles or those half-blood wizards, this is just a rule of communication between nobles.

Draco seemed eager to befriend him, so he could give it a try.

Friendship is so wonderful sometimes, isn't it?

"You don't know, sometimes you look really indifferent, you don't seem to care about everything." Draco said, "You don't care about the position of chief at all, do you?"

Louis nodded at Draco's gaze.

Draco snorted, "And you don't really care about the professors' praise - don't think I don't know, you will definitely know the spells taught by Professor Flitwick - you seemed to hate it at first I?"

After speaking, he turned his head and stared at Louis carefully.

Louis could only nod his head, and explained, "I just... a little... Well, I dislike the Savior... and you always seem to be with him."

Isn't it bad to speak ill of people behind their backs?Louis asked himself in his mind.

Draco looked both pleased and slightly annoyed.

He was annoyed for a long time, and he pushed Louis hard to settle the matter.

"And you don't want to help other students when you see something is wrong!" In fact, Draco is still very good to those first-year little snakes. Basically, if you ask him for anything, he will can be solved.

And if you ask Louis, he will definitely see you give up with those emotionless emerald green eyes.

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