Section 1

On Thursday morning, Sauron sat at the Slytherin table near the staff seats—from the night of the entrance dinner, the seat had been with Sauron. Sauron was slowly eating breakfast, and Ibikos walked up to him and sat down.

"Good morning, Mr. Soren," said Ibikos respectfully, calling Soren only privately His Highness. "You look good."

"Good morning, Ibikos, you look good today, too," Sauron said to him, and then he turned to continue eating his breakfast.

"I heard you had a quarrel with Dean Snape in Potion class, and I think that's not very wise." Ibikos said with a smile, pointing something.

"It didn't matter much," Soren raised his eyebrows and put down the cutlery. "I think it's just Professor Snape is a little oversensitive."

"Oh, I hope so," said Ibikos. "By the way, the little guy in the Malfoy family seems to be a little overly excited today."

Marl talked about flying at the dining table. He complained loudly that the freshman was not qualified to join the Academy Quidditch team, and he also told many lengthy, boasted stories, which ended with him thrillingly avoiding a Muggle helicopter.

Sauron curled his lips, "He is still not mature enough."

Sauron said something stupid, but Ibikos smiled knowingly.

...

At the Gryffindor table, the students were having breakfast while chatting and laughing, and the atmosphere was much more lively than the Slytherin's table.

"Good morning, Harry, oh, and our little brother." Fred and George came behind Harry and Ron and suddenly said, "This time Harry jumped - Ron was comforting Harry because Harry was a little nervous about the afternoon flight class.

"I said, Sauron is so cool," Fred said. "I have never heard of a freshman in the first grade who dares to go against Snape." It was George who spoke. "You know that Snape is not an easy person to deal with. He deducted more than 100 points from both of us last year." The two said at the same time.

Hermione raised her eyebrows unnaturally and hummed softly.

"The Slytherins are not easy to deal with-" "but obviously your brother is doing well there-" "They seem to be afraid of Soren-" "Especially the little idiot in the Malfoy family." Fred and George said in a word. "But this is what you should do, you know - the twins are always the best!" They said in a weird and exaggerated tone. "Okay, we're going to have a meal, I wish you a good life, and you, dear Ron - be careful to fall into the toilet, hahahaha." The twins left after saying that, and Ron ate the one behind them and waved his fists.

"Are they saying true? Malfoy is afraid of my brother?" Harry asked Ron uncertainly.

"Probably, Malfoy never dared to be presumptuous in front of your brother," said Ron.

An owl flew in and brought a small package to Neville from Neville's grandmother. Neville opened it excitedly and showed everyone a glass ball as big as a marble, which seemed to be filled with white smoke.

"This is the memory ball!" he explained, "Grandma knows that I always have no memory - it will tell you if there is something you forgot to do. Look, you hold it tightly, like this, if it turns red - oh..." He suddenly stretched his face because the memory ball suddenly turned red, "...you just forgot something."

Neville desperately recalled what he had forgotten. At this moment, Draco Malfoy passed the dining table in the Gryffindor Courtyard and snatched the memory ball from him.

Harry and Ron jumped up. For some reason, they had some hope of fighting with Malfoy. However, Professor McGonagall was always more keen to detect something wrong than other teachers, and she appeared in the blink of an eye.

"What's going on?" "Malfoy snatched my memory ball, professor." Malfoy had a gloomy face and quickly threw the memory ball back to the table.

"Wait and see." He said that, and then he slipped away, followed by Crab and Goll.

At 3:30 pm, Harry, Ron and the other students of Gryffindor hurried down the steps and came to the ground in front of the door to prepare for their first flight class. It was a clear, breeze day, and as they quickly walked down the sloped grass and walked towards a flat lawn opposite the ground, the grass was slightly waved at their feet. On the other side of the lawn was the forest, and the black winged trees in the distance swayed in the wind.

The Slytherin's students were already there, standing in a row, Sauron stood in the middle, and twenty flying brooms were neatly arranged on the ground.

Teacher Mrs. Huo Qi is here. She has short gray hair and her eyes are yellow, like an eagle's eyes.

"Okay, what are you all waiting for?" she sternly said, "Everyone stands next to a flying broom. Hurry, hurry up, hurry up."

Sauron looked down at his broomstick. It was broken and old, and some branches poked out in a row, but he didn't care.

"Stretch out your right hand and put it above the broom handle," Mrs. Huoqi shouted in front, "and said: 'Get up!.'"

"Get up!" everyone shouted.

Sauron's broom remained motionless, which was in a huge contrast with Harry - Harry Harry's broom immediately jumped into his hands. But there were only a few obedient brooms like this. Hermione.

Granger's broom just rolled on the ground, and Neville's broom was as unmoved as Sauron's. Sauron was a little helpless. Although he could easily blow the field into a deep pit, he obviously had no talent in dealing with the broom.

Then, Mrs. Huo Qi demonstrated to them how to ride a broom without sliding down from her head. She walked around the team and corrected their hand grip.

"Okay, as soon as I whistle, you will kick your legs and leave the ground, and you will kick hard." Mrs. Huo Qi said, "Hold the broom firmly, rise a few feet, then lean forward slightly and fall vertically back to the ground. Listen to my whistle-three-two-two-

However, Neville was too nervous, afraid of being left on the ground, so he kicked hard without waiting for the whistle to touch Mrs. Huo Qi's lips.

"Back, boy!" Mrs. Huoqi shouted, but Neville rose straight up like a bottle plug sprayed out of the bottle - twelve feet - twenty feet. Sauron saw him frightened, looking at the ground that was moving away quickly below, and saw him breathing open with his mouth wide open and sliding down from the side of the broom handle. Sauron watched Neville fall to the ground, and took out his wand and waved it gently when Neville was about to touch the ground. Neville seemed to fall on a large invisible mat without being injured, but his face was pale and looked dizzy, obviously frightened.

Mrs. Huoqi bent down and looked down at Neville, her face as pale as Neville's.

"It looks like you're lucky for a child. OK, kid - it's okay, get up."

She turned to Sauron and said, "Good job, Mr. Porter, Slytheringer has 5 points." Other students in the class said.

"I will send this child to Mrs. Pomfrey for a check. No one of you is allowed to move! Put the broom back in place, otherwise, you will be driven out of the Hogwarts gate without waiting for you to say 'Quidditch'. Let's go, my dear."

Na Cheng had tears on his face and left with Mrs. Huo Qi. Mrs. Huo Qi put her arm around him.

As soon as they left, Malfoy burst into laughter.

"Did you see his face? That stupid guy, and the other Slytherin students also echoed.

"Shut up, Malfoy." Parvati Pettier snapped.

"Wow, protect Longbottom?" said Pansy Parkinson, a Slytherin girl with an ugly appearance. "I didn't expect you to like the chubby little tears, Pettier."

"Look!" Malfoy said, rushing over to grab something on the ground, "it was brought to him by the grandmother of the fool Longbottom."

He held up the memory ball, which glittered in the sun.

"Take it, Malfoy." Harry whispered. Everyone stopped talking and stared.

Malfoy looked at Soren carefully and found that Soren was staring at something expressionlessly, ignoring the students present.

Malfoy sneered.

"How about I want to put it in a place and let Longbottom pick it up--place it on a tree?"

"Get it!" Harry shouted, but Malfoy had already jumped on his broom and took off. His words were not bragging before-he did fly well-he floated at a height parallel to the top of an oak tree, shouting; "Come and get it, Potter!"

Harry looked at Soren, hoping that he would stop Malfoy, but Soren had no reaction, and there seemed to be an inexplicable smile on the corner of his mouth, which made him feel very uncomfortable, so Harry grabbed his broom.

"No!" cried Hermione Granger, "Madam Hoqi told us not to move--you will cause trouble to all of us."

Harry ignored her. The blood raked his eardrums. He rode on the broom and kicked the ground hard, so he rose up, the air slashed over his hair, and the robe fluttered behind him-

He turned the broom suddenly and looked shocked at Malfoy in the air.

"Take it," Harry shouted, "or I'll knock you off the broom."

"Oh, is it?" said Malfoy. He wanted to laugh, but the expression on his face was very nervous.

Harry leaned forward and grabbed the broom with both hands, so the broom shot at Malfoy like a javelin. Malfoy barely dodged; Harry turned around and grabbed the broom steadily. Several people were applauding below.

"There are no Crab and Goll here to protect you, Malfoy." Harry shouted.

Malfoy seemed to have the same idea.

"Come on, see if you can catch it!" He shouted, threw the glass ball high into the air, and then quickly landed towards the ground.

Soren stared at Harry tightly since he flew into the sky to prevent him from getting into trouble, but Harry flew very well.

The glass ball rose to the sky and then began to fall. Harry leaned forward and pointed the flying broom downwards. In the blink of an eye, he accelerated and rushed down to chase the glass ball. He reached out and caught the glass ball one foot from the ground. He straightened the broom in time, and then he fell gently on the grass, holding the memory ball firmly in his palm.

"Harry Potter."

Professor McGonagall was running towards them. Harry stood up from the ground and shivered.

“I’ve been in Hogwarts for so many years—never—”

Professor McGonagall was so surprised that she couldn't speak, her glasses were flashing with anger, "—How dare you--you would break your neck--"

"It's not his fault, professor—"

"Shut up, Miss Pettier—"

"But Malfoy—"

"Stop talking, Mr. Weasley. OK, Potter, come with me."

Professor McGonagall strode towards the castle, and Harry followed mechanically.

"Why don't you talk!" Ron shouted to Sauron angrily, "He is your brother, he will be fired."

Malfoy also looked at Sauron with a complicated expression, looking very nervous.

Sauron looked at Ron coldly, turned to Malfoy and said, "Ask Mrs. Hodge for leave for me, I have something to leave first." Then he left the venue and walked towards the castle.

...

During dinner, Ibikos sat next to Soren, and the other Slytherin students kept a distance from the two. Soren's expression looked very gloomy.

"I heard that Harry became the trusted finder of Gryffindor, and I guess he would be the youngest finder in Hogwarts in a century," Ibicos said. "He's excellent, isn't he?"

"Yes, he inherited my father's talent," Sauron said, but he could not hear a hint of joy in his tone. "He also inherited his father's recklessness."

"So he belongs to the brave Gryffindor," Ibicos said, and then he changed the subject; "Don't you blame Malfoy, he didn't perform well enough this afternoon."

"Forget it this time, I hope he can do better next." Sauron didn't look at Ibicos and said in a plain tone.

...

Section 2

Harry felt his heart seem to have disappeared from his chest.

Now he, Ron, Hermione and Neville were facing a monster-like dog that was so big that it filled all the space from the ceiling to the floor. It had three heads, three pairs of vicious eyes that were rolling, three noses—twitching and trembling in their direction, and three mouths with saliva hanging down from the yellowed dog’s teeth like a sticky rope.

Harry and Ron agreed to Drucker Malfoy's duel invitation, sneaked out of the Gryffindor lounge at midnight, and met Hermione and Neville on the way to the agreed location - the prize showroom. But after they arrived at the prize showroom, they soon realized that Malfoy had fooled them because he didn't come at all. Then, in order to avoid the administrator Felch, they fled into the forbidden corridor...
To be continued...