[HP] Pledge allegiance to Gellert

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It is not a dream to have Eric and Wells solve homework in two hours.When it was lunch time, Eric declined Wells's suggestion to have lunch together, and returned to the dormitory where Grace delivered the lunch. By the way, he could also experience the terrifying fun of feeding the dragon.

Eric patted Phil's head. Now Phil is still young, and he should be sent to the Forbidden Forest when he grows up a bit.It is inconvenient to keep pets in the dormitory anyway, let alone this pet is a dragon.

When I was feeding the steak, I communicated with Xiaolong by the way. After Xiaolong finally accepted the suggestion of changing places with great aggrievedness, Eric's school uniform and robes were basically unwearable.Even for small dragons, the attack power of teeth and claws is very strong.

But it’s okay, it’s flying class in the afternoon, and I have to change clothes. This school uniform will be restored without any trace in the hands of the house elf. The actual ability of the house elf is the most powerful creature in the wizarding world. indefinite.

When class is in the afternoon, the prefect should be the first to arrive at the lounge, and then lead people to the class location.Fortunately, Eric didn't have the habit of taking a nap, so he grabbed a book and went downstairs directly.

I dare not say that the Slytherin lounge is the most comfortable, but it must be the most luxurious.Then to a certain extent, luxury and rest are equated, at least the fire is strong enough, the carpet is thick enough, and the sofa is soft enough.

Eric nestled down on the sofa in the lounge, with soft velvet and fringed cushions under his feet.He found that this was a bad habit he had contracted for some unknown reason, and he felt uncomfortable if he didn't step on something.

The seniors basically don't go back to the dormitory at noon, they go on dates or hang out in the library more often.The lower grades haven't come yet, so he isn't worried that anyone will disturb him.A simple kid in the first grade is good, and he doesn't know anything about politics, and he won't always get along with him even if he knows that his surname is Carslet.

The Castlelets are a family that is always flattered and flattered.But it's annoying, you know?Endless promises, endless coping, endless looking for something to say... Eric sometimes wants to tear the mouth of the person in front of him a little bit, but he still has to pretend to be a junior, humble and polite.

Fuck... In other words, he really couldn't come here back then?Now this really makes his young master very upset!

Also... the flying lesson thing also made Eric very unhappy.

He swears he doesn't like broomsticks or anything.

Flying lessons are on the Quidditch pitch.Oh yes, Quidditch.Does anyone not know about Quidditch?It's one of those brutal sports where a lot of guys chase some balls around and knock the opposing player off the broom.

Now Master Eric was standing on the Quidditch pitch, looking around blankly and thinking so.

Germany is considered a Quidditch powerhouse, especially for men who go to school in Durmstrang.But Scandinavia is true!of!very!cold!Especially in winter, if you sit on a broom and fly around, you may become an ice sculpture directly.His young master has ridden a bicycle, driven a car, and even driven an airplane!But he really hates flying around on a broomstick!

It's too *!He would rather sit at home and think about the process of assembling a gun!

To sum up, Master Eric really, really hates broomsticks, flying lessons, and Quidditch.

But it's impossible not to come to the flying class, who made him a hard-working prefect. Master Eric has already decided to make a fuss and try to get exempted from flying lessons.

Sorry whoever the professor who taught this class is.

Gryffindor has always been more excited than Slytherin in this kind of class. When Slytherin arrived, Gryffindor was already standing there neatly. This was the first time.

But speaking of Quidditch...he remembered something.

Potter of Gryffindor... ahem.

During Potter's school days, the future of Slytherin's Quidditch was in doubt.

But is it really Potter that he saw in Diagon Alley with Senior Malfoy last time?Are you sure he wasn't invaded by Voldemort?What's wrong with Potter, who looks like a devil?Does the Potter family have the potential to become black?

But Eric stroked his chin, feeling a little more settled.

That Potter is at the same level as Senior Malfoy, and Potter will graduate when he takes over as the chief. Now, let Senior Malfoy deal with that Potter.

Senior Malfoy is also very good!

Rows of brooms have been placed on the ground, the models of 100 years ago... don't say it, you know, they are so old that there are not many hairs left.

Hey, is this kind of thing okay for children to ride and fly into the sky?It looks like an accident would kill someone. Master Eric said with a deadpan face that he was full of complaints.

The flying professor was a woman, and she said she could be called Mrs. Roald.

Hogwarts female bosses are everywhere, Eric stretched out his hand to the broom assigned to him and said Up without expression.

There was a sound of Up, and Master Eric's eyes turned cold.

Flying class, force him to use his trump card.

There are many lunatics in the Castlelet family, and the representatives are several Castlelet family members from the most famous magic research group in the world.

One of the family secrets that is not passed on to the outside world, a wizard of the Castle Wright family discovered a long time ago that instilling magic power according to a certain brain circuit can achieve the purpose of communicating with magic items.

If this kind of thing is known by outsiders, it will definitely cause a wave of cursing lunatics. Ordinary wizards don’t even dare to instill magic power on their bodies. The lunatic of the Castlelet family dares to instill magic power in his brain. His brain was not disturbed on the spot. It's a miracle that it turns into a paste.

But anyway, he succeeded.And after the continuous improvement of recent generations, this method is even more magical.

Magic items have a mind of their own, and the sorting hat is a very advanced example.Although the broomstick is not as advanced as the sorting hat, it can understand human speech.

Every broomstick is different, for example, some are stupid, some are obedient, and some are troublesome. Master Eric just lit up his brain circuit, when he was knocked down by a terrifying wave of chattering.

Damn it! ! !

"Shut up!" Master Eric stepped on the most quarrelsome broom next to him with a ferocious face, growling in his heart, Nima Laozi listened to these little snakes and little lions in the three-dimensional and had to listen to you in the Two-dimensional The broken broom roared wildly!Scream scream!Scream your sister!Shut up for me!Give it another try! ! !

The world was instantly quiet.

All the brooms were silent, and the brooms that had jumped into the little wizard's hands fell down again with a snap, and the little wizards didn't respond to how they called.

Master Eric pressed down on the spiritual world of the broomsticks with an extremely terrifying expression: All labor and capital who dared to stand up were burned by the devil.

All the brooms said silently: No, don’t get up, even if you beat me to death, I won’t get up! QAQ...Help, help...

It's a pity that no one can understand them except Master Eric, so of course no one can come to save them.After Mrs. Roald checked several times and couldn't get up, she had no choice but to announce that all the brooms had been damaged due to unknown reasons.

The corners of the mouths of the little animals twitched while grabbing the broom.It's really time for this broom to break down, why doesn't it break down after we fly into the sky?How wonderful that is, if you fall directly, you may be able to kill a few people.

When the principal received the news, he rushed over with an expression of "so many brooms are naturally damaged at the same time, you guess I believe it or not", and the flying professor said innocently, "I know you don't believe it, but you can't believe it."

Mr. Principal looked around for a week, and his eyes fell on Eric, who was beside him with an innocent face of "ah what happened", his handsome face began to twitch.

Eric has an innocent face. I don't know what happened. Mr. Principal, what do you think I am doing...

Mr. Principal was almost blinded by those pure, flickering, strange-colored eyes.Fu forehead: "Prefects of Slytherin and Gryffindor, come with me."

OKOK come here... Eric continued to support his innocent and pure face, and stepped out of the queue with Albus Dumbledore.

Mr. Principal first asked Dumbledore a few normal questions, such as is there anything wrong, is there any students injured, etc. Albus Dumbledore endured the feeling that something was wrong. He answered seriously, and then the principal let him go back.

Eric stood beside him with a calm face, knowing that it was his turn now.Mr. Principal, you are deliberately covering your eyes and ears. Hey, what do you want to do?

After thinking about the perfunctory explanations for various questions, Eric continued to remain calm.Unexpectedly, Mr. Principal was silent for a while, and asked directly: "Is it fun?"

Eric: "Huh?"

This is not pretending, but Eric is really confused.How did you know, Mr. Principal?Do you really know?

The headmaster said sadly: "Could you guys get some fresh brooms from the Castleslet family? Ah? It's amazing to know this kind of family magic? Ah? Do you know that the school's funds are tight? Ah? You know that it costs a lot of money to replace a batch of brooms. Long? Huh?"

"...Ah?" Eric was as confused as a quail.

"You guys are too bullying~!" Mr. Principal covered his face: "Such a thing happened 30 years ago, please fall! It was my first flying lesson! The Slytherin prefect back then was your father, soul Light! I have to do this every time I enter school! I don’t know that it’s your Castlelet’s mess! Can you bring something new?! The school has no funds..."

"... oh." ==

"Oh, your mother's head, get it back to normal!"

"Mr. Principal, I was wrong." ==

"..."

"But if you insist on letting me ride the broom, I'll make them come and go."

"..."

"Don't look at me like that, I'm serious."

"...flying class is exempt."

"Deal." ==

Now that they were exempted from flying lessons, the brooms on the ground twitched shyly for a while, and flew up again.The little lions cheered, and the little snakes were covered with black lines.

Is it really good for us to use this kind of broken broom that is in disrepair, out of season, uninsured, and regardless of safety? !What should I do if it falls halfway through the flight? !Can you afford to break one of us? !Well, even if you can afford it, we don't want to fall, bastard!What a fool, how short of funds the school is!Donate a little from our family and you can replace these broomsticks, okay? !

Don't get excited if you have something to say... The principal comforted the little animals, and then announced that Eric was exempted from flying class.The boy hadn't responded yet, but the girl had already let out a disappointed "Ah—"Hate it, I hate it, the prefect must be flying very well, maybe even better than that Potter.Now I can't see it after exempting from repairs. It's so annoying, so annoying...

Most of the boys are now full of black lines.They didn't think about it that much, they preferred rational observation, especially Wells, whose black lines covered his glasses now.Falk, the broom is not working as soon as the Leader comes. As soon as the Leader is exempted from repairs, the broom returns to normal. If you say it has nothing to do with the Leader, who will believe it?You think we are idiots... Well we are not idiots and we can't say, who made the two of you a prefect and the principal.

Real idiots don't feel heartless, such as Ac, he stroked his hair foolishly, a little dazed: "Ah, Leader is exempt? Leader doesn't play broomsticks? What a pity..."

What you regret is definitely not the Leader's studies! Student Wells vomited blood, and suddenly felt that this issue of Slytherin might be a little unreliable, whether it was a prefect or a student.

Eric worked hard, and finally got an exemption.So on this clear and sunny day, he can sit and drink tea while reading a book while watching all the little animals foolishly riding brooms!

The world is a good place, give him a thumbs up for his own wit!

Everything went smoothly. During the intermission of the flight class, the resentment of Wells's classmate almost enveloped Master Eric. Master Eric looked up at the sky and pretended that nothing happened.

Sunshine is good.

A huge black silhouette suddenly passed by on the ground, and the screams of girls could be heard all around. Master Eric squinted his eyes, only to realize that it was someone flying by in front of the dazzling sun on a broomstick, the silhouette of long hair and long robes swept out behind him, the broom below him had smooth lines, the waist and arms straddling the broom The legs are long and sexy.

After the first broom passed, several people flew past one after another.They flew past the sun, and when the blinding light ceased, those below saw that it was Slytherin's green robes.

The Slytherin school team is uniformly green jacket, white trousers, and dark brown boots.

Then a lot of students poured into the entrance, cheers and whistles sounded, and the entire empty Quidditch field suddenly became noisy.

"Ah..." Mrs. Roald murmured when she turned her head to look outside the court, "Damn it... I actually forgot that today is the school team's training day..."

Now the seven people lined up in a circle in the sky on the Quidditch pitch are the Quidditch Slytherin school team, the one at the front who is attractive and arrogant...is actually the Slytherin who has always been "elegant, noble, calm and gentle" Of... Senior Malfoy? !

That's Platinum Nobility.

Thousands of people screamed when they appeared on the stage.Hello, sharp-edged male god.