The first flying lesson was not smooth.
Mrs.
Hooch asked each little wizard to sit astride the broom, waiting for her whistle, kicking on the ground and slowly flying up.
But Neville Before he heard the whistle, he controlled the broom and flew into the sky.
Ignoring Mrs.
Hooch's yelling on the ground, Neville just couldn't control the broom and ran rampant in the sky, even hitting the walls of the castle several times.
In a classroom near the window of the castle, it was Sherlock and his second-year students who were studying Flitwick's second-year Charms class.
Flitwick was standing on a tall chair, instructing the second-year students.
The wisdom wand movements of our medium and low difficulty spells, and the correct pronunciation of the spells.
"So the last syllable should be a.
Come and read a with me."
"a" "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" Flitwick was stunned.
Someone was actually causing trouble in his class.
The apparently simple "a" turned into a series of screams.
Flitwick's eyes swept back and forth over the students, thinking Find the troublesome student.
"Okay, I don't know who it is, but it's best not to continue like this.
Come and read it again."
"Ah ah ah ah help ah help" Flitwick was so angry that he almost broke his own wand.
"Help, no matter who it is, I hope that particularly naughty student will come forward, otherwise no one will be able to save you even if you really shout for help later."
Flitwick fumed.
Sherlock sighed and asked Professor Flitwick to look outside.
At this time, Neville was still flying around on what seemed to be a malfunctioning broom outside.
Flitwick was lying beside the window in a hurry, muttering about the poor child, the poor little guy.
But the distance between them was too far, and the broom was flying too fast, so Flitwick was somewhat helpless.
If he was still, he could use magic to save Neville.
Sherlock took out his wand, but he couldn't help it.
There was an amazing first-year student outside, flying around with his wand shouting.
Don't expect this class to be completed quietly.
Although Xialock Locke found Flitwick's Charms class the most boring class at Hogwarts.
It's not that Flitwick's teaching level is poor, it's that Sherlock himself has more knowledge and theory of charms than Flitwick.
"Magic Hand" Sherlock used a magic spell he created.
Neville, who was still shouting in the sky, immediately felt as if his whole body was being held by an invisible transparent hand.
Even this The broom is also running rampant, but it just can't escape the grasp of this invisible hand.
Slowly, Neville was pulled over by Sherlock's magical hand and pulled from the air into Flitwick's classroom.
After entering the classroom through the window, Neville looked around at the seniors who were one grade above him, and immediately lowered his head in shame.
He was probably the only freshman who had caused such a big mess in flying class over the years.
People.
"Very good.
This is obviously a new curse.
Ten points for Slytherin."
Flitwick clapped his hands happily, and Neville realized that it was Sherlock who saved him.
This was the first time Neville had been so close to Sherlock.
As long as he raised his head, he could see his handsome face and his intimidating aura.
“Thank you thank you”
Neville didn't know whether it was because he was scared, or because he was excited to be so close to Sherlock for the first time.
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The second-year Gryffindor thanked Sherlock completely, thanking Sherlock for saving Neville, and at the same time A chair was brought for Neville to sit down, so as not to look in shock all the time.
The second-year Gryffindor had already been taking classes with Sherlock for a year, so naturally he wouldn't be as miserable as Neville.
Madam Hooch and others on the ground saw Neville floating into the second-grade classroom.
She immediately thought that someone had rescued Neville.
Madam Hooch ordered the first-year freshmen not to There was no movement, and she herself hurriedly ran inside the castle to find Neville.
Draco laughed at the way Neville was flying around in the sky just now.
"Did you see his face, that stupid big guy?"
Other Slytherin students also echoed.
"Shut up, Malfoy," Parvati Patil snapped.
"Hey, protect Longbottom," said Pansy Parkinson, a Slytherin girl.
"I didn't expect you to like a chubby little tearbag, Patil."
"Look," Malfoy said, rushing to grab something on the grass, "that idiot Longbottom's grandmother gave it to him."
He held up the memory ball, which sparkled in the sunlight.
"Bring it here, Malfoy," Harry whispered.
Everyone stopped talking and stared.
Malfoy grinned.
"I want to put it somewhere and let Longbottom pick it up and put it on a tree."
"Bring it here" Harry shouted, but Malfoy had already jumped on his broom and took off.
What he said before was not to brag.
He was indeed flying well.
He was suspended at a height parallel to the top of an oak tree and shouted: "Come and get it, Potter."
Harry grabbed his broom.
"No," shouted Hermione Granger, "Mrs.
Hooch told us not to move.
You would cause trouble for us all."
Harry ignored her.
The blood hit his eardrums loudly.
He got on the broomstick and kicked the ground hard, so he rose up, the air blew through his hair, and his robes fluttered behind him.
He felt a sudden burst of ecstasy in his heart, realizing that he had found a way that he could do without.
It's so easy and wonderful to learn skills from a teacher.
He lifted the broom a little higher, making it fly higher.
He heard the girls' screams and gasps coming from her face, and heard Ron's shouts of admiration.
He turned the broom sharply and pointed it at Malfoy in the air.
Malfoy looked shocked.
"Bring it here," Harry shouted, "or I'll knock you off your broom."
"Oh, really" said Malfoy.
He wanted to scoff, but the expression on his face was tense.
Sherlock, who had just rescued Neville from the sky, turned around and saw Harry and Malfoy riding broomsticks in the sky from the window, playing and chasing each other.
Sherlock was quite speechless about this, and Mrs.
Hooch, who came to find Neville, also saw this scene from the window.
She was so angry that she yelled and wanted to punish the two freshmen severely
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