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"It's okay, don't worry about it." Draco turned over, leaving his back to Thorne, and said in a muffled voice.

"Hey..." Thorne pulled the bed curtain in confusion, walked towards Crabbe and Goyle, and asked them straight to the point after waking them up: "What's wrong with Draco? Do you know?"

"No."

"What?"

"Forget it, there's nothing for you two to do." Thorne waved his hand casually and let the two go back to sleep, then pulled Draco's bed curtain to confirm that he was really not sick before going back to his bed to sleep.

The next day...

The four got up early and went to the auditorium for breakfast. The atmosphere along the way was very subtle. Draco looked at Thorne walking in front of him and wanted to say something several times, but when he saw his confused face when he turned back, as if nothing had happened, he swallowed back what he was about to say.

"The two of them walked towards the Quidditch field one after the other, one in a good mood and the other with a heavy heart."

"Oh my god, these antiques, will we really not fall from the sky when we ride them?"

After arriving at the lawn, Draco finally began to return to normal and began to complain about the brooms placed on the lawn.

"Who knows, if it doesn't work, drink a glass of bone spirit."

"Hehe... By the way, Thorne, what did you do when you suddenly rushed out in the middle of playing chess yesterday?" Draco laughed twice and asked.

"I promised Hermione to meet in the library yesterday afternoon. Didn't I almost be late yesterday? I was a little anxious." Thorne said casually.

"You seem to have a good relationship with her." Draco suddenly said.

"Well, it's okay. Didn't I say that I was the first family that had good intentions towards me after escaping from that research institute." Thorne explained.

"Okay, okay, who knows whether it was good intentions or something else." Draco smacked his lips and said calmly.

"Draco wasn't like this last night? Why is he suddenly different today?" Goyle, who was standing not far behind the two of them, complained to Crabbe quietly.

"Who knows."

"The professor is here!"

Seeing this, Thorne said nothing more. He found his seat and stood, listening to Madam Hooch talking about the development history of the flying broom..., the significance of the flying broom, the history of Quidditch, and the contribution of Quidditch to the modern magic world. For a moment, he was a little confused. Was Madam Hooch possessed by the ghost who taught history?

..... She was talking about Professor Binns!

Finally, after Madam Hooch talked for nearly ten minutes, she finally started to teach the flying broom.

"We just need to let our hands hang naturally and talk!" The flying broom at Madam Hooch's feet flew up at the right time and was firmly grasped by her.

"......" Madam Hooch looked at the pairs of eyes staring at her in silence for a while, then said: "Why are you looking at me? Try it yourself!"

The young wizards who heard this immediately started to move, such as Draco next to Thorne.

"Get up!"

The flying broom flew into his hands obediently, and he looked up at Thorne triumphantly.

"Why are you looking at me? I don't have any talent for this thing. Look at you." Thorne raised his head and said.

Draco looked up at this, and Harry from Gryffindor also held the flying broom in his hand and happened to look over here.

"Humph, a guy who has never ridden a flying broom is not worth worrying about." Draco said casually, turned around and frowned at the flying broom at Thorne's feet that was still motionless.

"Don't you like flying brooms in your heart?" Draco asked.

"How do you know? I really think so." Thorne said in surprise.

"Because they can't wake up the broom maybe because they don't have enough magic power, but you can't wake up the broom only because the broom doesn't like you, and of course it seems that you don't like it either." Draco explained.

"Indeed, I always think it's stupid to fly with a broom under your crotch."

"You can't think he's stupid, even if you really think he's stupid, you can't think it now, change your mind, think of something else before you talk about it." Draco said.

"Okay, I'll change... wake up." The next moment, the flying broom at Thorne's feet suddenly flew into Thorne's hands.

"That's right, will you join the Quidditch team? We can be together." Draco said excitedly.

"No idea... really not." Thorne refused decisively.

"Okay, if your flying broom really doesn't listen to you, you can just pick it up with your hands. There are a few flying broomsticks every school year. It's not a shame., like me, ride on it. " Madam Hooch said as she put the broom in the air and then rode on it.

Finally, she pushed her legs back slightly and flew up.

"You all try it like me..." Before Madam Hooch finished speaking, everyone saw something suddenly fly out.

"What was that just now?" Thorne asked Draco.

"...It looks like a person. "Draco replied.

Sure enough, he was an acquaintance, that might.

He flew forward without hesitation, like a bird, like a petrel, like his dream of making a big splash, like... an egg.

He flew to a tree and fell down. There was a click, which Thorne was very familiar with. It was the sound of a broken bone.

And judging from the sound, it was a serious fracture.

"Uh..." Thorne listened to the wailing not far away with a nauseous look on his face.

Madam Hooch hurried forward when she saw that it was just an ordinary fracture. She breathed a sigh of relief, helped him stand up and walked to the infirmary. Before leaving, she turned back and warned the little wizard: "If anyone on a broomstick leaves the ground even one centimeter before I come back, you will be in trouble!"

"Puff. "Thorne was unable to hold back for a moment, but he immediately held back, after all, it was quite rude to laugh out loud in this situation.

But Draco on the side was different. He had no idea what public order and morality were. He walked towards the ruins of Nawei with a broom, and indeed found the wonderful tools left by Nawei.

"Hey! Everyone look at me! Look, a memory ball, I can't believe that there are still people who use this thing these days." Draco raised the memory ball with one hand and shouted loudly to everyone.

"Oh my god." Thorne rubbed his face with his hands. Looking at this conspicuous behavior, sometimes he really didn't want to admit that he knew him, and of course more often he wanted to give him a big nose.