A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

However, Aaron wasn't really looking forward to this class, because for him, there was no difference between attending it and not attending it.

He gets a lot of magic points from signing in at Hogwarts. At this rate, he can get a magic carpet in ten days at most. With such a high-end flying device, who would still ride a broom!

Besides, once Abe grows up a bit, his flying speed will surpass any magical artifact. Wouldn't riding a dragon be much better?

Abe, who was lying on the lawn sunbathing, suddenly shivered.

Professor Huo Qi, with short gray hair, walked over and said, "Good afternoon, students."

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Focke."

Professor Huo Qi walked up to all the students and said, "Now we'll begin the first flight lesson. What are you waiting for?"

Everyone, stand to the left of the flying broomstick. Okay, hurry up!

The students immediately did as instructed and stood by the brooms.

Professor Hodge extended his right hand and explained, "Place your right hand above the broom, and then say: Get up!"

"Get up!" ×n.

Harry's broom was immediately in his hands, which can be considered a gift.

Aaron was the same; although he didn't particularly like magic brooms, he was just too talented!

As for the others, they had to keep trying. The calls to "get up" were constant. Some succeeded quickly, like Draco, while others tried more than ten times, like Hermione.

There were a few students who, no matter how much they shouted, only saw their brooms sway slightly. Ron fared even worse, getting hit in the face by a flying broom.

After more than ten minutes, all the students had figured out the trick to calling the broom and were able to hold it firmly in their hands.

Professor Hodge walked among the students. “Now, grab your brooms and ride on them.”

Hold on tight, don't slip. When I blow the whistle, each of you must push off the ground and jump into the air. Make sure you hold the broom steady, circle around for a while, then lean your body slightly forward and return to the ground.

Listen to my whistle, three, two...

The whistle blew, but before the other students could move, Neville's broom flew up on its own, and it seemed to be somewhat out of control, swaying left and right while constantly bobbing up and down.

A moment later, to everyone's astonishment and worry, Neville Longbottom soared into the sky on his broom in an exaggerated manner, but everyone clearly heard the word 'help'.

Neville tumbled and spun in the sky in all sorts of ways, making him dizzy, but he held on tightly to the broom handle as if he were taming a wild horse.

However, his technique was clearly not very good; the broom carried him around the castle walls, crashing wildly before plunging downwards and splashing ripples across the lawn.

Professor Hooch drew her wand to try and stop Neville, but he was flying too fast, and before she could cast a spell, Neville flew past her.

"How pitiful!" Aaron exclaimed.

"Aaron!" Draco, watching Neville flying through the sky, couldn't help but tug at Aaron's sleeve.

"what happened?"

“Maybe I’m seeing things, but the white, furry thing hanging in front of Neville’s broom looks like your pet.”

"What? That can't be!"

“It’s Abbey,” Hermione confirmed.

Aaron looked closely and saw a white cat holding the broom tip tightly. Its four paws clung to the broom, and its adorable face showed no fear, but rather excitement, a stark contrast to Neville's.

Humans are inferior to cats? That's just too outrageous.

"Holy crap!" Aaron couldn't help but swear, and immediately chased after it on his broom.

He wasn't worried that Abe would have problems flying, as flying was its innate ability. But he was afraid that the little dragon would get carried away and accidentally expose its wings.

It's only been a few days since school started! And people already know he's raising a dragon; he wasn't even mentally prepared for this!

Aaron was fast, and compared to Neville Longbottom, who was flying around haphazardly, his target was quite clear.

After making a quick prediction of where the broom might fly next, he leaped up and, the instant he touched Neville's broom, reached out his right hand and pulled Abe off it.

He then ducked sharply, dodging Neville's rapidly spinning impact.

"Phew! That was close!" Aaron breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at Abe, who was covering his eyes with his front paws in embarrassment, and said irritably, "You troublesome fellow, I'll settle the score with you later."

Once Aaron returned to the ground, Neville's broom seemed to have had enough fun. It flew quickly over a sculpture above the castle, and the sculpture's spear hooked onto Neville's wizard's robe, hanging it at least twenty meters off the ground.

However, a moment later, the wizard's robe could not withstand Neville's weight and shattered. With a tearing sound, Neville fell vertically to the ground.

Fortunately, when he was still twenty feet off the ground, his robe, which had been torn to shreds, was hanging on the lamp stand.

But as expected, the remaining half of the wizard's robe could not support Neville's weight, and after a tearing sound, Neville continued to fall.

"Wingardim Leviosa!"

When Neville was still a few centimeters off the ground, Aaron drew his wand and silently cast a levitation spell on him.

boom!

A few seconds later, Neville fell to the ground, but because he was cushioned twice, he was not seriously injured.

All the students turned to look, instinctively assuming that Professor Hodge had cast a spell.

Professor Hooch looked at Aaron, only to find that his wand had been put away at some point, and he was looking at her with the same surprise as the other students.

Professor Huo Qi was momentarily at a loss, suddenly feeling that she had failed as a professor and needed a freshman to save face and avoid a teaching accident.

“Um…Professor, I suggest you go check on Neville right now; he might have suffered a minor injury,” Aaron advised.

"Ah! Right." Professor Hooch realized what was happening and hurriedly went over to Neville to examine him. Fortunately, it was just some scratches, which would heal in two days at most.

She turned to all the students and said, “Now everyone stay on the ground quietly. I’m taking Mr. Longbottom to the hospital.”

Got it? If I saw a broom in the sky, the guy riding it would be fired before he even said he wanted to play Quidditch.

Neville groaned as he walked toward the hospital with Professor Hodge's help. As he passed Aaron, he paused and whispered, "Thank you."

No one else saw Aaron cast the spell, but he was right in front of everyone and saw it very clearly.

Chapter 23 The Birth of a New Generation of Seekers

Malfoy picked up a transparent sphere that Neville had dropped on the lawn, weighed it in his hand, and chuckled, "Did you see his face?"

If that fat kid squeezes this ball, he'll remember to land on his bottom.

Many students laughed, and the Slytherins laughed even more loudly.

"Give me the ball, Malfoy," Harry said as he walked over.

“No, I’m going to hide and let Neville find it,” Malfoy said, then mounted his broomstick, circled for a moment, and flew high into the air. “What’s wrong, Potter? Can’t reach it?”

Harry glared at him, grabbed the broom, and climbed on.

He had just thought of flying when Hermione stopped him. "Harry, that's absolutely not allowed. Madam Hooch just said that, and besides, you don't even know how to fly."

Harry ignored him, pushed off the ground, and flew straight toward Malfoy.

"What a complete idiot," Hermione said, speechless.

"Another wizard with the talent of flight." Aaron looked up at the scene and felt a sense of emotion.

"Aaron, stop watching and get Malfoy down. He should listen to what you say."

"Um... Hermione, you might have misunderstood something."

Didn't you just try to persuade Harry? Did he listen?

"this..."

"Right! He's my friend, not my servant."

"He might listen to me out of friendship, but I don't actually have any right to order him around," Aaron explained patiently.

“But…they…” Hermione looked at the two people riding brooms high in the sky, her face filled with worry.

"It's alright, this is just a prank between students at most. Professor Huo Qi was just trying to scare people," Aaron said calmly.

If students could be expelled for something as trivial as not using a flying broomstick in flight class, Hogwarts would probably have less than half its current student body, and more than half of those expelled would be from the mischievous Gryffindor class.

Besides, one of the two people riding brooms is the son of a board member, and the other is the boy who survived the prophecy. Dumbledore wouldn't fire either of them.

A moment later, Harry steadied his broom and stopped opposite Malfoy. "Give me this, or I'll knock you off."

"Quite the boast."

Harry didn't waste any words and immediately grabbed it.

But just as he was about to touch the memory ball, Malfoy grabbed his broom and spun 360 degrees, perfectly dodging it.

As soon as Harry turned the broom around, Malfoy turned around and tossed the memory orb in his hand provocatively, "You'd better watch out!"

Having said that, Malfoy forcefully threw the memory orb into the distance. Harry's pupils widened slightly, and he accelerated after it with his broom.

Upon seeing this, Aaron frowned slightly; Draco's actions were indeed going too far.

The kid has been spoiled too much; it will probably take a lot of effort to correct him.

Harry has a remarkable talent for flying. Although it was his first time using a magic broom, he used it with great skill, catching the memory ball just as it was about to hit the castle wall.

Unfortunately, this scene was captured by Professor McGonagall, who was working in her office, because if Harry hadn't caught the Memory Ball in time, it would have landed right in Professor McGonagall's office.

After Harry landed the Memory Orb on the lawn, the Gryffindor students cheered and ran over, praising Harry for doing a good job.

As they cheered, Professor McGonagall strode over, gave Harry Potter a deep look, and said, "Harry Potter, come with me."

Draco and his two henchmen sneered at Harry, who was following behind Professor McGonagall with his head drooping.

"Is it funny?" Aaron asked.

“Of course, Harry Potter brought this on himself. He might get expelled tomorrow,” Draco laughed, already thinking about how to celebrate when he got back.

"I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you, it's just a small problem."

"Professor McGonagall is the Head of Gryffindor; she wouldn't expel a student from her own house for this reason," Aaron said, pouring cold water on Malfoy's excitement.

"Hmph! You can only say he was lucky."

“Perhaps! But you really shouldn’t have thrown Neville’s memory orb away,” Aaron said seriously.

"What do you mean?" Malfoy frowned.

"What did Mr. Snape say about Harry Potter in class? It's not enough to just be famous."

As one of the Twenty-Eight Holy Houses, the Malfoy family has always been a representative of pure blood. In other words, the reputation of your Malfoy family is no less than that of Harry Potter. This is the reputation your family has accumulated over thousands of years.