[HP] Harry doesn't think it's his fault

21. Paroxysmal aphasia

The troublemakers and the whole Gryffindor Quidditch team gathered around Harry to watch Mrs. Hooch give basic instruction to the first student in a century who could not fly by the sixth grade, that is, let the broom jump into the sky. hand.After being stared at for 6 years, Harry is not a particularly thin-skinned person, but now he really feels that he can't speak English because of the staring eyes of his parents.

After holding back for a long time, Harry burst out: "Stand up!"

James immediately sprayed him with saliva, and laughed so hard that he squatted on the ground, causing Sirius, who had been hooking his shoulders, to almost fall.The onlookers were not much better than them, especially the Slytherin group, and one person even fell down and rolled on the ground exaggeratedly.

"It's 'get up'." Mrs. Hooch corrected calmly.

"I'm sorry," Harry whispered.

"It's okay, Harry." Lily bit her lip and comforted, but her expression was also fluctuating, "Don't be nervous, it's very simple. This is only the first time, and some people can't wake up the broom until the third class Woolen cloth."

"But those aren't Gryffindor's back-up Seekers," said a Slytherin grinning while leaning on a broom. Harry didn't recognize him, but he recognized that there was a clear distance from the rest of the house. Snape at a distance, and—"Or, maybe that's the guy? It's probably quite an achievement for the Gryffindor team to be able to pick up a broom?"

"You were climbing on the broom the last time I scored, Zabini, watch the Bludgers," James shot back, earning another laugh from the crowd.

"Don't let them interfere," Lily said to Harry as the swords were tense (he noticed she was blocking him away from Slytherin), "focus on the broom, the point of making it obey is that you have to believe I will succeed."

"Are those all members of the Slytherin school team?" Harry asked in a low voice, glancing at the skinny boy who looked like Sirius, Regulus didn't say anything, but he was obviously standing firmly on the side of his teammates side.

"Yeah, I guess they're trying to find out about you. Just ignore them."

"I'm fine." Harry gave her a confident look, and Lily blushed as she remembered who he was.

"Enough!" said Mrs. Hooch sternly. "Try again, Harry Potter. Evans, please stand back."

A few whistles sounded all around, Lily stepped back in a hurry, Harry shrank his neck, he couldn't bear to look at James.But James stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder, "Try again, you have to believe in yourself, and the broom will believe in you."

"Well, that's what Lily said too," Harry replied, and James glared at him.

"Stand up!" Someone yelled, and Harry took a deep breath to get rid of distracting thoughts.

"stand up."

The broom flew obediently into his outstretched hand, and the Gryffindor side burst into applause, as if Harry had just caught the Snitch on the field - yet he didn't even leave the ground.Harry suddenly felt the urge to cover his face.

"That's great, Harry!" James squeezed into Lily's side, waving cheerfully at Harry.

Harry: "...thank you."

22. Too tired to fly

"That's right," said Mrs. Hooch. "Put down the broomstick and try again, and then we'll try real flying."

"True~right~fly~go~" Zabini was so angry that Mrs. Huo Qi gave her a glaring look.

Harry ignored it, and did it again as Mrs. Hooch asked, and the broom naturally returned to him docilely, and the voices mocking him were immediately quieter.Harry doesn't actually have to say "get up" at all, he jumps on a broomstick and flies, but that's definitely beyond his current persona.

Next, under Mrs. Hooch's guidance, he parked the broom at a position suitable for his height. Harry rode it on carefully, feeling that flying remedial lessons was becoming more and more stressful.How do normal students learn to fly? After 20 years, he dived 50 feet in his first class and went straight to the team practice. Mrs. Hooch said seeing him in class would give her a heart attack.

"Pull up the broom head and imagine yourself flying," instructed the younger Mrs. Hooch.

Slow down, slow down, I know we can, but don't fly... Harry desperately pressed the broom that was about to try (it's obviously not as good as the fire in terms of tacit understanding with the driver), so that it could only float tremblingly. Get up a foot.

"That's right, keep it up," Mrs. Hooch commented, and the Gryffindor crowd cheered loudly again.

To Harry's great relief, the Slytherins took off one after another with the sound of "Enough of the children's practice, the training begins", and James led the Gryffindors to argue with the captain that today is the Gryffindor appointment. The question of the venue went.

"Are you all right, Harry?" Lily didn't intervene. "You look tired, and if you're not good at flying..."

"I'm fine," said Harry hastily, wiping the sweat from his pretended brow.

"Try to go higher now," Mrs. Hooch instructed.

Half of Harry's ears were still listening to the Slytherins' quibbles that today's regular activities were only teaching, and the pitch was first come, first served, so he absently pulled the broom handle.

He is in heaven.

23. Diving

James jumped on his broomstick and arrived immediately, only to find that Harry's face remained unchanged, and they were looking at each other 50 feet in the air.

"Well, I said I've graduated, and of course I passed my flight test," Harry whispered.

James remembered this, scratching at his messy hair, and then they both leaned back and did a difficult somersault in opposite directions at the same time, avoiding the Slytherin team's intentional bludger.

This time, the onlookers were silent.

Harry made a quick decision, let go of the broom before his body fully recovered, and fell to the side.

"Ah—" he danced.

James swooped down and grabbed him by the collar, then dived back to the ground, throwing Harry on the lawn.

"Intentionally hurting people!" Madam Hooch roared from over there, "Twenty points deducted from Slytherin!"

James hopped off his broom, gave Harry a hand, and whispered before the others arrived, "Guess what, I'll feel sorry for losing points to Slytherin one day."

"Me too," Harry muttered.

24. Be a "thrill"

Despite Harry's best efforts, his first flying lesson was cut in half again.Mrs. Hooch involuntarily ordered him to go to rest. Harry had to obediently return the broom, and went to the stands with Lily, Remus, Sirius and Pedillo as spectators—Lily insisted that she stayed only because she was worried about Harry. trained.

"That flip was brilliant," Remus said. "You must fly pretty well."

"It's too scary!" Pedilu said with lingering fear.

"Did you really fall, or did you pretend?" Sirius asked.

"That maneuver was difficult, and passing the flying test doesn't mean I can do anything." Harry said ambiguously, "Thanks to James for catching me."

"You've done well enough," Lily said, obstinately not looking up at the sky.

Above the field, the two teams were training each other on the surface, but in fact they were secretly competing. Harry saw James jump over the two Slytherins, and the Quaffle was thrown from his hand in an arc, and it passed beautifully. Goal, couldn't help cheering loudly with Sirius.Seeing is believing, people say that he inherited his Quidditch ability from his father, Harry really wanted to learn from James.Maybe pick a time when there's no audience.

"It's unbelievable, he's showing off more than usual today," Sirius commented when James scored his fourth goal in 10 minutes.

"I don't know who stimulated it." Remus smiled and looked in the direction of Lily and Harry.

Lily was helping Harry remove the gray stains on his arms and back, when she heard this, she snorted, "Arrogance."

Harry's stomach hurt a little at the glare from James.

25. Empathy (he didn't!)

"You and Evans—"

"She's like my mother!" Harry interrupted James preparedly. "I'm serious about this part. She's like my mother. My mother died when I was very young."

James grimaced and nodded.

"So, she's your type."

How did you come to this conclusion? ? ?

"She's not! I have a crush!" Harry broke down. "She's called Ginny, and she didn't come with me. I swear to God I'm not going to cheat."

"Say it earlier." James' face brightened immediately, "Ginny, tsk, she sounds like a pretty girl."

"Yes." Harry held his forehead, restraining a sudden burst of thought. "She is very beautiful, and she is a good Quidditch player. She is excellent as a Seeker and a Chaser."

"Wow." James patted him on the shoulder, leaning towards him with glowing eyes, "That's really hot, what does she look like?"

"Redhead - no I mean..."

James withdrew his hand.