The first flight class was not going well. Mrs. Huo Qi asked every little wizard to sit on the broom, waiting for her whistle, kicking the ground and then slowly flying up. However, before Neville could hear the whistle, she controlled the broom to fly to the sky.

Ignoring how Mrs. Huo Qi was yelling on the ground, but Neville just couldn't control the broom and rushed around the sky, and even hit the walls of the castle several times.

In a classroom near the window of the castle, it was the second-year student of Sherlock and others. While studying Flivi's second-year spell class, Flivi stood on a high chair, guiding the second-year students' wisdom wand movements of the low- and medium-difficulty spells and the correct pronunciation of the spell.

"So the last syllable should be...'a', come and read it with me 'a'!"

“a!”

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Flivi was stunned. Someone was making trouble in his class. A very simple sound of "a" turned into a series of screams. Flivi's eyes swept back and forth around the students, trying to find the student who was making trouble.

"Okay... I don't know who it is? But it's better not to continue like this next, read it again..."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Flivi was so angry that he almost broke his wand.

"Help? Well, no matter who it is, I hope that the particularly troublesome student would be better off standing up, otherwise no one can save you if he really wants to shout for help later."

Flivi was furious.

Sherlock sighed and asked Professor Frieve to look outside.

At this time, Neville was still flying around on the broom that seemed to be broken. Flivi was lying on the window in a hurry, muttering, "Poor child, poor little guy."

But the distance between his forehead was too far, and the broom was flying too fast, Frivi was somewhat powerless to do anything about this. If he was still, he could still use a spell to save Neville.

Sherlock took out his magic wand, and there was no way there was a thrilling freshman outside, riding his magic wand and screaming. Don't expect this class to be completed quietly, although Sherlock felt that Flivie's magic wand was the most boring course in Hogwarts.

It’s not that Flivi’s teaching level is very poor, but that Sherlock himself has more knowledge and theories in spell studies than Flivi.

"Magic Hand!"

Sherlock used a spell he created and was still shouting in the sky. He immediately felt that he was holding his whole body as if he was invisible with a transparent hand. Even the broom was rushing around, but he just couldn't rush out to master the invisible hand.

Slowly, Neville was pulled over by the magical hand exerted by Sherlock and pulled it from the air into Flivi's classroom.

After entering the classroom through the window, Neville looked at the seniors who were all above him, and immediately lowered his head in shame. Perhaps he was the only new student who caused such a big mess in flight class for so many years.

"It's very good, this is obviously another new spell, Slytheringa ten!"

Flivie slapped happily, and Neville realized that it was Sherlock who saved him.

This was the first time Neville was approaching Sherlock so close. Just by looking up, you can see the other party's handsome face and his compelling aura.

"Thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you!"

Neville didn't know if it was because of fear or the first time she was so close to Sherlock, but she was excited. Gryffindor, the second grader, thanked Sherlock for saving Neville. At the same time, he also brought a chair to let Neville sit down so that he would not always look shocked. Gryffindor, the second grader, had been taking a year-long course with Sherlock and naturally would not be as unbearable as Neville.

On the ground, Mrs. Huo Qi and others saw that Neville had floated to the second-grade classroom. She immediately thought that someone had rescued Neville. Mrs. Huo Qi ordered the group of first-grade freshmen not to move, but she hurried to the inside of the castle to find Neville.

Draco mocked Navi Ai for flying around in the sky just now.

"Did you see his face, that big stupid guy?" The other Slytherin students also echoed.

"Shut up, Malfoy." Parvati Pettier snapped.

"Wow, protect Longbottom?" said Pansy Parkinson, who is a Slytherin girl.

"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 watched.

Malfoy smiled grimly.

"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 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.

Blood hit 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 suddenly felt ecstatic, realizing that he had discovered a skill that he could learn without a teacher - so easy and so wonderful.

He lifted the broom a little more and let it fly higher.

He heard the screams and gasps of girls coming from her face, and also heard Ron's cry of admiration.

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.

Sherlock, who had just rescued Neville from the sky, turned around and saw Harry and Malfoy riding a broom in the sky, playing with you chasing me and playing...
Chapter completed!