The Obsession of the Savior of HP

Mrs. Hooch shouted loudly, with some sweat rolling down her forehead. The most important thing now is to ensure Neville's safety. Harry's flight is very good. I believe he can hold on for a while, and that's all I can believe at the moment.

Neville held onto the broom tightly, his hands were all blue, and his eyes were tightly closed, as if he hadn't heard Mrs. Hooch's words.

"Neville, listen to me, everything will be fine, don't worry you're safe, jump down." Harry looked around carefully, and cast a wandless spell, the voice rang in Neville's ear, with The gentle reassurance made Neville relax.

Finally, he secretly opened his eyes, watching himself frightened in the high altitude and wanted to close them again, Harry's voice sounded in his ears again, "Neville, you are a real Gryffindor with extraordinary courage , don't be afraid, Madam Hooch will catch you, you are very brave, listen to my password... 3, 2, 1, jump!" Following Harry's order, Neville let go almost unconsciously hand, and then the small body was instantly shaken off by the crazy broom and fell down. Neville closed his eyes again nervously, and kept encouraging himself to believe Harry's words. Sure enough, a gust of wind blew by, and Neville felt I was hugged...

"It's all right, poor child." Mrs. Hooch quickly descended, escorted Neville to sit aside, then motioned for the Gryffindors to come and comfort the poor frightened child, and then boarded the broom again, Just about to take off, I heard a loud noise in the air...the broom exploded...

Turning his head, a complete black robe appeared in his vision, a hand holding a magic wand, a tightly pursed mouth, and... an ashen complexion.

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44. Halloween

"Oh, my God..." McGonagall, who hurried over, couldn't help exclaiming. Harry had to do a backflip just now to get rid of the crazy broom, and he didn't know if Professor McGonagall was right. Leigh's performance expressed admiration or horror at the phenomenon of casting jinxes in the school.

"Harry Potter, get off me!" Severus didn't care what Professor McGonagall thought, and yelled at Harry who was still in the sky with a black face. Messy, don't you know it's dangerous? !Damn it, Potter is a troublemaker!

Harry listened to the professor's words and flew down slowly, then stood beside the broom and lowered his head to wait for the professor's venom to spray.

"Professor Snape, you can't blame Harry for this matter." Seeing that the matter was resolved, Mrs. Hooch quickly interceded for Harry. After all, Harry's flying skills are good, and this matter is indeed not Harry's fault. , "That broom was cursed, it was my mistake, but believe me, Harry's flying skills have surpassed any Quidditch player today!" He glanced at Harry appreciatively.

The venom that Severus Snape was going to spray was caught in the throat by Madam Hooch, and she snorted coldly, "Harry Potter, remember your house, you are Slytherin, and Not Gryffindor, stop your feather-showing behavior."

"Yes, Professor." Without a word to defend himself, Harry accepted the professor's instruction calmly, but Severus frowned slightly and looked at Harry.

"Professor, it's really not Harry's fault. We were flying smoothly in the sky, but Neville Longbottom's broom suddenly flew towards Harry in a rampage. If Harry didn't dodge, the consequences would be disastrous." Draco looked But it was the godfather he ran to find. After all, in his opinion, only the godfather could solve the situation just now, so as soon as Mrs. Huo Qi opened his mouth, he immediately got rid of everyone and ran to the cellar.

"This can't hide the arrogance and ignorance of a Potter. Don't you know how to fly to the tower to ask the professor for help? This kind of IQ that is not even as good as a troll is Potter's fault. Confinement for a week, come to me at 7 o'clock every night Office." The deep voice slipped through the air with suppressed irony,

The corners of everyone's mouths twitched involuntarily when they heard this, and they looked sympathetically at Harry who was listening to the training with his head down, feeling that his luck was much better than Harry's.

"S...Professor Snape, yes, it's my fault. If it wasn't for Harry, I might...sorry." Neville, whose legs were weak, walked over with the support of a Gryffindor, and the original words were Incompletely speaking, after looking up and seeing Professor Snape's eyes, the word "sorry" was left shaking... The poor child was frightened again.

"Oh? How dare I say that the great Mr. Longbottom, an ordinary to ancient broom can also be ridden by you at the speed of the light wheel, and even spare no effort to find any possible substitute for our Slytherin Quidditch, I should thank you more, shouldn't I? It's rare that your limbs are more developed than your brain. Today's apology really makes me, the humble head of Slytherin, uneasy, doesn't it? Gryffindor deducted 10 points because The inappropriate words made the professor panic." Severus' voice became even deeper, and he shot at Neville, who was already in tears, without hesitation, full of malice.

The corners of the mouths of the Slytherins couldn't help twitching, including Harry, and then they couldn't help laughing. The professor's reason for deducting points is really getting stronger, and the head of Gryffindor is right next to him!Professor, you are too careless, right?Is it too blatant?so amazing……

Professor McGonagall, who was noticed by everyone, seemed to have gotten used to it a long time ago, and seriously pushed the glasses that he forgot to take off because he was full of them just now, "Send Neville to the medical room, let Madam Pomrad check it out, and Harry, dear , you should go and see it too."

Well, Professor McGonagall, you are also quite powerful, so you should get used to it naturally!

So the whole incident ended when Harry and Neville were forced to drink a bunch of potions with unique flavors. Mrs. Pomrad was very angry that this kind of thing happened in the school. Unfortunately, the taste of the potion had long since made poor Neville unconscious and stiffly followed the instructions to drink the medicine, while Harry was caught in a tangle of tastes, so the comfort failed, and the people who walked out of the medical room tremblingly With Harry's support, Neville returned to the Gryffindor Tower, of course, Gryffindor took over on the way.

"Oh, Harry..." Draco, who was sitting in the bedroom, saw Harry coming back and hurried over to express his condolences, but his face was full of gloating. He knew how special Madam Pomrad's potion was, his father had already told him passed him. "are you OK?"

"Of course, Draco." How could Harry fail to see what Draco was thinking, because in this way, it would be even more impossible for Draco to succeed, and Slytherin's evil taste is also quite powerful, "I Thought your attention would be on that broom."

"I've already told my father, and my father will definitely ask the principal for an explanation." Draco raised his chin high, proud and admiring his father.The speed is really fast... Harry's face twitched, and then he collapsed on the bed with a sigh, "I said, you won't really tell your father everything, will you?" This was Draco's catchphrase back then, 'I'm going to tell my dad', as if dad is everything.

"Of course, I won't keep it from my dad." Draco nodded solemnly, "But if it's from a friend, I'll keep it a secret." The second half of the sentence was just to reassure Harry, Slytherin The mouth is very strict, and will not say what should be said and what should not be said casually.

"Well..." Harry replied casually, Draco was one of his most trusted people, how could he doubt this.

"Hey, Harry, be happy, your performance can be heard by the whole Slytherin, I believe someone will find you to participate in the Quidditch match soon." Draco tried to make Harry excited, but This wish was cruelly extinguished, because Harry just glanced at him lazily, and then blinked helplessly, "It's just the first time I took flying lessons, and a crazy broom chased me. What are the consequences of my participation in Quidditch?"

Hearing this, Draco's face immediately turned pale after a little thought, "Harry, are you saying that someone is specifically trying to harm you?" The voice was a little loud and the pitch was a little high.

After all, Draco was still young, even if he had received a few years of noble education, he was still a child who grew up under the pampering of his father.

Rubbing his ears, Harry glared at Draco angrily, "Don't be so surprised, Draco, after all, my identity is there, and even if I don't want to, trouble will come to me on its own, okay Let’s not talk about this anymore, it will be Halloween soon, what preparations do you have?”

Harry changed the topic, but although Draco followed Harry in saying Halloween words, he still thought about what Harry said just now, and then hesitated for a while, telling Dad... Anyway, this is not haha Lee, it should be fine... right?

Well, Draco hesitated again and again, and in the end he couldn't help but test his father's views on the savior industry in a more elegant way. Malfoy's perspective, having previously gotten Draco's writing about what happened in flying lessons, Lucius