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"Oh, shut up!" Draco spread out the potions textbook, took out the parchment, quill and ink, sat down, and began to write the paper quickly.

Blaise, Pansy, and Daphne covered their mouths together and laughed together.

I let out a cry, pushed the potion textbook away, and honestly opened the "Encyclopedia of Basic Medicinal Materials" to read...

The classes in the past few weeks were almost the same, except that Professor Snape would let us make different potions every class, most of the others were theoretical knowledge.

On this day, when we returned to the common room after lunch, we found a notice posted there.

Flying lessons start on Thursday - we're going to be doing it with the Gryffindor students.

"How about I knock Potter and his followers off with a broomstick?" Draco said with bright eyes, as if he was seriously considering this idea.

"Childish!" I said without raising my head while holding a bulky book on the basics of potions borrowed from the library.

So far, I have found no problems with other classes, but my Potions is really weak, and I need to work harder, and this book should have been read the day before yesterday, but every night I sit on the bed and prepare to read a few pages When I sleep again, it becomes a fantasy.

I fell asleep almost as soon as I touched the bed, probably because I studied too hard, maybe!

"What are you talking about, idiot!" Draco yelled angrily.

"Honey, the professor won't let you do this!" Pansy persuaded with a smile.

Draco turned his head and let out a "hum", obviously not calmed down.

Next, Draco talked about flying all day long.

He complained loudly that first-years were ineligible for the House Quidditch team and told long, boastful stories that always ended with him narrowly dodging a Muggle helicopter.

I'm so tired of it, you must know that according to my life in Malfoy Manor for more than half a year, Draco can only fly around the manor on a broom for a very small amount of time every day, and occasionally play with Crabbe and Goyle An aerial ball game called Quidditch has never encountered any danger at all, otherwise Lucius and Narcissa would absolutely prohibit him from using the broom to the extent that Lucius and Narcissa doted on the child!

Until one time Draco overheard that Ron Weasley at the Gryffindor table talking aloud about the time he almost ran into a hang glider on Charlie's broken broom, of course It was also a thrilling escape... Draco made a mocking "hum" a few times, and finally restrained himself a lot.

After everyone's anticipation, finally came Thursday.

The Malfoy's owl brought Draco big and small bags of sweets from home.

Today, Draco was in a pretty good mood, and he happily unwrapped them at the Slytherin table, sharing them with us more generously than usual.

On the Gryffindor table, an owl threw a small package to the chubby little boy.

Later, during the roll call in Potions class, under Professor Snape's special attention, I remembered the boy's name - Neville Longbottom.

Neville opened it excitedly, and showed everyone a glass ball the size of a marble, which seemed to be filled with white smoke.

"That's a memory ball!" Draco had a strange look on his face, "It will tell you if there is something you forgot to do, hold it tightly, if it turns red, it means you Forgot something..."

"You want that ball? I thought you'd never need that thing to remind you of something important!" I asked in amazement.

Draco stared over suddenly, a faint blush appeared on his face, "Nonsense!"

I noncommittally got myself a fruit salad...

"Honey, it's not a good habit to eat fruit after a meal!" Daphne elegantly took the napkin and wiped the corner of her mouth where there was no oil stain.

"Oh, I don't pay attention to that now!" I carefully put the last piece of fruit into my mouth, and after I swallowed it, I also wiped the corner of my mouth.

At this point, all the first graders put down their napkins...

At around 25:[-] in the afternoon, we were led by the seniors down the sloping grass to a flat lawn on the opposite side of the field.

On the other side of the lawn is the forest, and the dark trees in the distance are swaying in the wind.

There were twenty broomsticks lined up neatly on the ground.

After waiting for about 10 minutes, the Gryffindor students hurried down the steps and ran towards this side.

The flying teacher was Mrs. Hooch, who had short gray hair and yellow eyes like a hawk's.

"Well, what are you all waiting for," she snapped as soon as she arrived, "everyone stand by a broomstick. Hurry, hurry, hurry up."

I stood next to Draco and looked down at the broomstick on the ground. It was worn out and old, with some branches protruding in all directions. It looked like it was about to fall apart at any moment!

"Put your right hand over the broom handle," Mrs. Hooch called from the front, "and say 'Get up.'"

"Get up!" I yelled with everyone.

Draco's broom jumped into his hand immediately, but there were only a few brooms that were so obedient.

My broom seemed to be twisted and rolled a few times on the ground. The difficult movements that this kind of broom could not make made me wonder if I was dazzled.

Today is a sunny, breezy day, sleepy in spring, tired in autumn and dozing off in summer, maybe I'm a little sleepy again!

Draco glanced around, his face showed a bit of complacency, and when he saw Harry Potter's broom jumped up immediately, his face was immediately replaced by anger.

"Get up!" I yelled again.

The broom flicked, but it was still some distance away from my hand. What was even more annoying was that this time it really twisted on the ground, as if mocking my incompetence.

"Get up!" I ordered in a raised voice, with a bit of cruelty that I didn't realize was in my voice.

How dare a broken broom be arrogant!

The broom jumped into my hand honestly.

I secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

After a while, the last student - Neville Longbottom finally got the broom in his hand.

Mrs Hooch then showed us how to get on the broom without slipping off our heads.

Afterwards, she walked up and down the line, correcting our handshakes.

After Mrs. Hooch walked into the Gryffindor team, she turned her back to us.

Draco threw the broom on the ground angrily, "I've tried it many times, and it's better to turn with the broom like that!"

"Oh, you can have a private discussion with Mrs. Hooch after class, Draco, put away your childishness! It's class now" I persuaded in a low voice.

Draco glared at me, snorted heavily, and finally called the broom again.

"Now, as soon as I whistle, you kick your legs off the ground and kick hard," cried Mrs. Hooch. "Hold the broom steady, rise a few feet, then lean forward slightly, and fall straight back to the ground. .Listen to my whistle—three—two—"

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