Snakes in Hogwarts

At 3:30 in the afternoon, Andros, who had finished the curse class in Flivy's classroom, walked out of the castle gate with a group of snakes. They walked down the steps and came to the grass at the gate of the castle.

It was a sunny and good weather, and a pleasant breeze passed through the gorge, across the lake, and finally lightly brushed the faces of a few people.

Under their feet, the green grass waves, together with the ripples on the lake and the swaying woods in the distance, constitute a peaceful and peaceful beauty.

Taking a deep breath of the air mixed with the fragrance of green grass, and looking at the endless blue sky, Andros narrowed his eyes comfortably, his eyes still a little dazzling in the afternoon.

Except for going to the herbalism on Wednesdays every Wednesday in the greenhouse on the east side of the castle, he hasn't walked out of the castle for a long time.

And this kind of sight of standing in front of the grass outside the castle and looking out at the school is something like never before.

After realizing that the plot in the next few years will become more and more dangerous, Andros has been working hard to learn knowledge from books, or exercise his own spell.

Although in the way of magic, he does have this very good talent.

But Andros did not neglect the acquired training.

His super long performance in these two weeks is nothing more than an add-on brought about by the hard study he started before entering school.

There is nothing to be proud of.

Just like professional players in the Muggle world, you can become a player based on your outstanding physical talent.

However, the hard work of the day after tomorrow will be an important factor in whether you can go to the altar.

Maybe, I should also find time to relax, breathing in the fresh air outside, Andros thought in his heart.

Blindly squeezing yourself may have a counterproductive effect.

It's been a long time since he emptied himself.

...

Compared to the freshmen in Gryffindor, Slytherin seems to have adapted to the unpredictable stairs in the castle faster. They arrived at the flight class first. The little snakes gathered in groups, each other. Talking in a low voice.

"Ander, did you speak ill of me behind your back?" Draco quietly approached, scanning Andros up and down with suspicious eyes.

"Why do I feel that Pansy looks strange in my eyes since the morning?"

"Merlin is here! I didn't say anything, I swear by magic." Andros swore without sincerity.

In this world, only contracts or oaths concluded through those contract magics will have this extremely strong binding force. Since they can hardly be violated, they are called unbreakable oaths.

This kind of casual words would not have any binding effect even in the name of Merlin or magic.

Different worlds have different rules.

As usual, Andros easily coaxed Draco into his life, and the latter asked with some confusion when he heard his answer.

"Then do you know why she changed so much?"

Sometimes Andros really felt that Draco was a little cute silly.These days of contact with Draco have made Andros realize that the nature of the dragon is not bad.

No one is born to be evil, and the reason why Draco took a wrong path in the original book is largely because of the environment in which he grew up.

We all know the background of the Malfoy family.

Perhaps, here, Andros can try to drag him on the right path.

Maybe.

No one knows what the future holds except for Merlin.

...

"Who knows? Girls' minds are always the hardest to guess. This is the broom we will ride for a while?"

In a few words, Andros brought the topic back to Flying Broomstick and Quidditch. He pointed to the lawn not far away, where dozens of broomsticks were neatly arranged.

"That's right." Draco glanced at the pile of things on the ground that he called flying broomsticks, and then showed a very disgusting expression.

"If you didn't say anything, I thought it was the firewood to be thrown in the kitchen! These broomsticks are too old."

No wonder Draco disliked it, it was because Hogwarts' broomsticks were of poor quality.

They are outdated, old models, shabby and old, and the branches on some broomsticks are also sloppy without anyone taking care of them.

"I really don't know where Dumbledore uses so much money from the school board every year! These broomsticks are old antiquities decades ago."

Is this still necessary?

Most of it was used for the activities of his secret organization "Turkey Club", as Andros thought.

"Have you never thought about checking the accounts?" He naturally looked as if it wasn't too much to watch the excitement.

"Without a proper reason, even my father can't publicly doubt Dumbledore. He has a great reputation!" Draco curled his lips in disdain.

"Also, if the problem is found, it's okay, if it can't be found, it's too risky."

The two continued to talk a few words, and Andros asked about the school board.

"Look, Scarhead, they are here." Draco snorted coldly at the Gryffindor students who came by.

"I bet he would tremble uncontrollably as soon as he picked up the broom."

You guessed it wrong. Potter's flying talent is probably much better than you.

Forget it, let's not hit him yet.

"Whatever you think, I hope you can find superiority in him."

Before the students waited long, a middle-aged witch with short gray hair walked out of the castle quickly. To Andros's surprise, she also had yellow eyes.

However, the pupils of the witch are no different, and they don't look like a snake, but are as sharp as an eagle, making people afraid to look at them easily.

This should be Ms. Hooch, Andros thought.

"What are you waiting for!" she said sharply.

"Everyone comes here, everyone stands next to a flying broom! Now, right away, right away!"

It seems that this lady has a somewhat resolute personality.

The students approached very obediently, and Andros casually picked a broom that looked pleasing to the eye and stood beside it.

I don't know if I have any talent for flying.

"Now, stretch out your right hand, put it on top of the broom, and say: "Get up!" After all the students have stood up, Ms. Hooch shouted from the front of the crowd.

There was one after another shouts from the crowd beside the lady, and Andros noticed that Draco's broomstick jumped into his hand for the first time, which made the dragon proudly show off to the surrounding students.

"Get up." Andros also reached out and aimed at the broom below.

Hearing Andros' orders, the broom rolled lazily on the grass.

Damn, I knew it!

Andros had long felt that he might not have any talent for flying, and he had some fluke before.

This time, Andros' performance is finally not eye-catching.

Because most Slytherins have successfully picked up broomsticks, most of these little snakes are from a family of wizards, who have played flying broomsticks since they were young.

In contrast, Gryffindor had very few successes, and only Potter let the broom jump into his hand.

Savior Porter inherited his father's outstanding flying talent.

This is nothing to envy, hasn't he also inherited his father's Gryffindor stupidity?

Andros curled his lips, then looked viciously at the broom on the ground.

"If you are embarrassing me, don't blame me for being rude to you, I know you can understand, get up for me, or I will send you to the kitchen and let the house elves treat you like chopping wood and burn you." Ms. Hooch didn't pay attention, and Andros gave the broom a kick.

Whoosh~pop~

The broom immediately jumped into Andros's hand and was firmly grasped by him.

Sure enough, this is a group of guys who are bullying and afraid of hardship!

After a long time, the little wizards finally took their broomsticks, their faces were full of unbearable excitement, and soon, they could fly in the bright sky.

Since first-year students are not allowed to carry flying broomsticks, this is the only way they can personally contact flying.

Without letting them fly to the sky, Ms. Hooch walked among the freshmen of the two colleges and corrected their hand grips one by one. The lady was very serious and responsible. She personally showed the students how to ride a broomstick without slipping from above. Go down.

And Draco, who loves to show off, becomes the chicken that Ms. Hooch kills.

"Your grip is wrong! If you fly into the sky like this, you'll probably break your neck." She checked Draco's grip with a critical attitude, and found a bunch of problems easily.

Gleeful laughter came from the crowd where Gryffindor was, especially the red-haired Weasley named Ron, whose face was full of gloat.

There was no time to pay attention to these Andros. At this moment, his attention was all on the obscure, round-faced fat boy in the crowd.

The latter was swinging, his hand holding the broom trembling slightly, and the knuckles were a little pale because of the force.

"Well, as soon as I blow the whistle, you should kick your legs off the ground and kick hard." After rechecking everyone's gestures on one side, Ms. Hooch said.

There was a burst of cheers from the crowd, and they could finally fly into the sky.

"Remember, hold the broom firmly, raise it a few feet, then lean forward slightly and fall vertically to the ground. Don't play tricks. Now everyone listens to my whistle, three, two, one.

Under Andros' gaze, the round-faced fat boy flew off the ground with his feet off the ground before Ms. Hooch sent the silver whistle around his neck to her lips.

Anyone familiar with the plot knows that this little boy is Neville.

He was too nervous, maybe because he was afraid that everyone would fly up when the whistle sounded, but he would stay alone on the ground.

Under Andros's gaze, Neville flew up and down like a cork shot from the mouth of a bottle, twelve feet, twenty feet.

"Come back soon! Child!"

Madam Hooch's anxious shouts sounded on the ground, but this nervous and crazy shouting guy probably can't hear her clearly.