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Since that day and night tour, Amber has kept a low profile for a few days.

He never had the naive feeling that the teachers at the school were completely unaware of the theft in the forbidden area of ​​the library.

In this case, he naturally couldn't be like Gryffindor's reckless man who started his next plan without stopping.

Even the collection of materials for ritual magic has slowed down.

For a long time, Amber was like the most ordinary student, getting up early for training, class, and homework.

Sometimes in the library and Hermione to check the material, or watching Malfoy and Harry Ronald exchange.

The night was also uncharacteristic, sitting in the Slytherin lounge, leaning on the bonfire, enjoying the privilege of being a prefect.

"...So, March, I always feel that the Ministry of Magic is rotten enough. It is not very easy to make achievements in it and reach the first step in actual power."

Leaning on the one-seater sofa by the fireplace, Amber spread his right hand and expressed his point of view to March opposite.

The ranks of Slytherin are clearly divided, like the sofa next to the fireplace, basically all belong to the prefects of the seventh grade.

Usually even if it is empty, there will be no students who do not have long eyes, come over without authorization, and sit in such a position.

Even if there are one or two heartless guys, they will be taught the rules by others at the first time.

So at this time, although the fireplace was warm and comfortable, only two or three people participated in their conversation. (Ask for a book review evaluation ticket)

"Tsk tsk tsk, I can't even imagine it, but fortunately, I have two years to think about this matter"

Edmund's expression twisted as he listened to March telling his troubles.

Tonight, thanks to March's addition, their conversation naturally turned to where March was going.

March has taken one or two N.E.W.Ts exams as a seventh grader.

This also proves that after this year, March is about to usher in his career.

"Stop making fun of me, Edmund, I'm worrying now."

Hearing Edmund's strong sense of rejoicing, March made a bitter face and inadvertently cast his eyes on Amber.

"It's not like you don't know what the situation of our two families is. After coming out, you can only rely on yourself."

Laughing at himself and Edmund, March without a trace, turned the topic to Amber:

"We're not like you, Amber. The influence of the Cadmus family in the entire magical world cannot be underestimated. Naturally, you don't need to worry about employment."

Speaking of which, March seemed to be remembering something. He sat up straight and looked at Amber with a look of inquisitive interest in his eyes.

"Amber, your strength is so strong, do you have any idea of ​​becoming an Auror in the future?"

"Stop teasing, Auror?"

Amber shook his head wryly.

"That's not necessarily true. You can tell from your body that the Cadmus family must have a very special training method."

With that said, a strange light disappeared in the depths of Ma Qi's eyes.

"You have been training in this way, and after seven years, I can't even imagine where you will go."

"Where is there any special training method, it's just perseverance, it's not like you haven't seen it before."

Amber waved his hand, not suspicious of March's question.

For so long, he has been out training every morning consistently.

But not every time, he was the first to get up.

Like March and Edmund, Amber has met them more than once by the Black Lake or in the lounge.

Naturally, Amber thought March was talking about training every morning.

"The method has been told to you, you can also try it."

"Forget it, get up at four every morning, and if I can do this, N.E.W.Ts can get twelve O's."

Ma Qi's words caused a burst of laughter. In the joyous atmosphere, no one noticed the disappointment flashing in Ma Qi's eyes.

"Okay, let's chat first, I'm going back to sleep."

Looking at the time, Amber drank the last of the pumpkin juice in the glass, got up and walked towards the dormitory.

"Yes, yes, you should have a good rest. After all, tomorrow is of great significance to your first grade."

Edmund's tone was full of teasing. He winked at March and said yin and yang:

"Malfoy's been blowing it to others for a week that he nearly knocked a helicopter down with his broomstick."

"To be honest, I have heard more than a dozen versions of this story from different people, and I don't know what version yours is."

"Fuck off, isn't it just a flying lesson? I'm really not interested in this stuff."

Amber shook his head in disgust, he was telling the truth, he really wasn't interested in things like flying around on a broom.

It's just that tomorrow's first class, if you skip class, the consequences will be more serious.

So, no matter how reluctant Amber was, he could only obediently return to the dormitory to rest. If he remembered correctly, tomorrow was not just a flying lesson.

If he remembered correctly, were Harry and Malfoy going to make some noise tomorrow?

Early the next morning, when Amber finished his training routine by the Black Lake, he returned to the auditorium for dinner.

The first thing I heard was the noise at the Gryffindor long table.

Watching the love and killing between Malfoy and Harry, Amber shook his head helplessly, not intending to intervene in this matter.

He urgently needs to fill his stomach now, so he shouldn't have been drinking so much pumpkin juice last night, and now his stomach is constantly having acid reflux.

After eating and drinking, Amber burped in satisfaction and followed the stream to the vast meadow.

Here, the ground is full of flying brooms, and the oily and pulped handles and scarred tail branches bear witness to the feats of these flying brooms.

"Amber, I'm a little nervous. Is this thing… really safe?"

I don't know when, Hermione has followed closely behind Amber, looking at the broom on the ground, Hermione's eyes are full of excitement and fear at the same time.

"To tell you the truth, I'm also nervous now."

Amber's tone was unusually turbulent. His education in Grindelwald had always been comprehensive, but he didn't know much about this.

The reason is very simple. Broomsticks are used outdoors, but Grindelwald can't take a single step out of the Numengard Tower.

His manipulation of the broom in the scroll panel is just an introduction.

"It's over, what should I do with this? If you fall from the top halfway through the flight, you will definitely fall to your death..."

Seeing that the intention was calm and calm, as if omnipotent, Amber showed a rare nervous expression, and the little witch was about to faint.

But fortunately, this flight lesson must be unexpected.

When Neville was flying around on a broomstick, the tension in everyone's heart was swept away.

"What is this called..."

Amber shook his head, watching Neville screaming above the Hogwarts sky with his broom clenched tightly and his face full of horror.

In order not to waste time, Amber flicked his cuffs, his wand appeared in his hand, and he pointed to the broom in the air and said softly:

"Stop the curse"

"Wengardim Leviosa"

Two incantations were fired one after the other, and the out-of-control broom immediately lost all magic power and fell from the air.

And Neville was also caught by the floating spell at the moment he fell, and the accompanying scream slowly fell to the ground.

"Okay kid, calm down, calm down!"

After futile reassurance, Mrs. Hodge was only able to drag Neville to the infirmary.

The departure of the teacher often symbolizes the beginning of the students in this class to let go of themselves.

Draco and Harry pinched again immediately, surrounding Neville's memory ball. The two started their daily routine again.

"Amber... Are these two guys really eleven years old?"

Facing the two people who were riding their brooms to the sky without saying a word, Hermione looked at Amber helplessly.

"As much as I hate to admit it, it's true."

"Worst of all, there's a guy who's still my cousin."

Amber slapped his forehead with a slap and couldn't bear to look directly.

A good flying lesson and make a mess of these two bastards.

Especially when Harry was taken away by Professor McGonagall, where Draco was still giggling heartlessly.

"I said Draco, can't you see why Harry was taken away by Professor McGonagall?"

After class, Amber, who was sitting on the long Slytherin table waiting to be served, saw Draco, who was still very happy, and finally couldn't help but ask:

"Lucius never taught you what it means to see the essence through the surface?"

"Isn't it that Potter is going to be fired? What else is there?"

Seeing Amber's pained expression, Draco was stunned, and finally stopped his thoughts.

"Why do I have such a stupid cousin as you?"

After rubbing his temples to ease his impending collapse, Amber suppressed his anger and introduced Draco.

"What? Potter's going to be on the Quidditch team? How can that be?"

After Amber's popularization, Draco reacted afterward.

And before Amber had time to stop him, he took his two servants and rushed towards the Gryffindor long table.

Looking at Draco's back, Amber's anger almost overflowed his eyes.

If it weren't for the close relationship between his mother and the Narcissa sisters, he would have killed the Malfoy family.

Trying to suppress the anger in his heart, Amber bowed his head and ate his lunch.

Don't get angry, don't get angry, no one will take care of you when you get sick.

But the significance of the bear child is that he can always make the elders break the defense. When Amber finally calmed down his mood, Draco's words made him completely angry.

"Cousin, can you be my assistant?"*