Snakes in Hogwarts

"Now, Potter will definitely be fired!"

Seeing Potter being taken away by Professor McGonagall, Draco triumphantly showed off to Andros.

"Professor McGonagall is the most unselfish professor in Hogwarts."

He had just had a battle with Potter similar to the aerial duel of ancient wizards.

It was a rather savage flying broomstick contest. The rule was to shoot down the opponent from the broomstick, and the person who stayed on the flying broomstick was the winner.

Andros knew this because he heard Hermione tell a lot about Quidditch and the history of wizarding air sports that day.

"Don't be silly, Dumbledore would not agree, how could he fire his savior for such a small matter."

"Even if this is the case, he will definitely be punished by Professor McGonagall, and Gryffindor will also deduct a lot of points." Draco still did not give up, as long as it was something that could make the savior Potter bad. He must be willing to try it.

"That's not necessarily true. In any case, Professor McGonagall is a Gryffindor."

Looking at the dazed little dragon, Andros felt that it would be better not to dissipate his interest, anyway, he would know in a few days.

Not only did Porter go unpunished, he became the youngest seeker in a century.

"You will understand later."

Although Professor McGonagall is strict and rigid, she is still a Gryffindor after all, with the qualities that Gryffindor praises.

Moreover, she is also an avid Quidditch fan.

I think I understand everything.

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(It's worth mentioning that in the novel, Harry swooped less than a foot from the grass and caught the memory ball, then rolled onto the grass.

In the movie, Harry caught the memory ball outside the window of Professor McGonagall's office, and Professor McGonagall discovered his outstanding flying talent.)

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Without letting them wait long, Ms. Huo Qi hurried back soon.

"Now, everyone is standing!" She blew the silver whistle tied to her neck, and the loud whistle brought the scattered students together again.

"Let's continue class!"

"Ms. Hooch, what's going on with Neville." A Gryffindor asked in the crowd, sounding like the blaster that Andros met in the school infirmary that day, Seamus Finnigan.

"Don't worry, he didn't suffer any injuries, but was a little too frightened. Madam Pomfrey gave him a suit of relaxation feathers. I think you can see him on the long table at the beginning of dinner.

Neville is really miserable. He has already been admitted to the school's medical room twice since the beginning of school.

Moreover, as the students continue to learn in the potions class, he may gradually become a frequent visitor in the medical room.

But what does this have to do with yourself?

While stepping on the flying broomstick with the Slytherins, Andros quickly stopped thinking in his mind.

He is not Porter, he doesn't have that kind of flying talent, and he needs to concentrate on practicing flying.

Otherwise, the tragedy that happened on Neville's forefoot is likely to happen to him.

"Okay, now, think carefully about the points I said, don't be nervous, listen to my whistle, three, two, one, take off!"

When the whistle sounded, Andros slammed, and he finally left the solid ground, blood pouring in his body, the afternoon breeze gently rounded his cheeks, blowing through his eardrums, and there was a whistling sound. sound.

After experiencing the initial panic, Andros soon fell in love with the feeling of flying.

No wonder there have been so many people yearning for flying from ancient times to the present, it is because this feeling is too impressive.

Although due to his own technical reasons, he didn't fly high, he didn't fly fast, and always crookedly control the direction.

But Andros is still very satisfied.

At the very least, I'm pretty good in this area, right?

Out of this self-satisfaction, he didn't even pay attention to Draco's ridicule, and explored the method of flying for himself.

"Good job!" Ms. Hooch's voice came from below Andros.

He lowered his head, the witch was shouting to the sky on the lawn, she looked about the size of the house elf in the kitchen!

"Okay! Okay! Now everyone is ready to land, remember, slow down!" Ms. Huo Qi shouted.

Ah, is it over so soon?

Andros thought boringly. He glanced at the vast Black Lake in the distance for the last time, and then he was about to turn his broom head and fly towards the lawn below.

An accident happened.

Just as he was about to change directions, suddenly, Andros found that the broom in his hand no longer obeyed his commands.

It trembled violently, swaying left and right desperately trying to throw him down.

Is not it!

Is it because I kicked you just now?

Andros held the broomstick tightly, and before he could think about it, the out of control broom lifted his head, and an acceleration took him towards a higher sky.

"What's the situation!" The students who had flown back also discovered Andros' anomaly.

"Come back, kid!" Ms. Hooch called Andros loudly.

"My broom is out of control!" Andros replied to the bottom, regardless of whether Ms. Hooch heard it or not.

All his thoughts were placed on the broom that would not be thrown down by the violent bumps, his knees clamped the broom tightly, and the knuckles of one of his hands became pale because of the tight grip.

damn it!

Do you think I don't want to go back!

Andros couldn't help but explode.

In such a short time, the out-of-control broom has brought him up six or seven feet crookedly.

"Merlin!" Exclaimed one after another from the crowd.

Madam Hooch suddenly grabbed a broomstick from the little wizard next to her, and the lady slammed on the ground. As the broom accelerated, she collapsed from the side and flew towards Andros quickly.

She couldn't imagine what it would be like if there were accidents in her course.

"Hold on the kid! I'll be there soon."

Everyone's eyes were on Andros, who was flying higher and higher, and no one noticed that beside the gate of the castle, a tall male student with a strong physique was staring at Andros' broomstick intently.

There were words in his mouth, as if he was chanting some spell.

Of course, Andros in the air didn't know these things, he didn't even hear Ms. Hooch's shout.

The wind whistling in his ears, and the blood in his brain, hit his eardrums, making him unable to hear any sound. Looking at the broomstick flying higher and higher, Andros already had judgment in his heart.

Can't fly up anymore.

In just a few seconds, the broom has taken him to an altitude of at least twenty feet, and this altitude is still rising with his hesitation.

It must be done!

Andros had a decision in his heart, he never lacked determination and courage, hesitating that it was not his character.

In the exclamation of the crowd below, Andros released his hand, and then, a violent sway of the broom shook him from the flying broomstick.

In the rotating perspective, he saw Ms. Hooch's hand, and the lady almost grabbed the fallen self.

"Damn it, it was almost!" Malfoy and Zabini waved their hands fiercely, and nearly caught him by Ms. Hooch.

"Merlin!" Pansy and several girls covered their eyes in despair.

At the end of the crowd, Marsol Flint gave a grinning smile.

"It depends on what you do, little genius!" He said softly in a subtle tone.

Damn, I knew I wouldn't jump.

Such a thought flashed through Andros, who was constantly falling.

However, it is too late to regret now.

No way!

It would be too sad to receive a box lunch like this!

While controlling his body as much as possible, Andros quickly drew his wand and aimed it at the grass below. The magic power was transmitted from every corner of his body to the wand held by his right hand at an unprecedented speed. .

Looking at the ground getting closer and closer, Andros shouted loudly.

"Armor bodyguard!"