Hogwarts: Nagini captured at the start

Chapter 32 The Unlucky Sword Saint

Malfoy didn't want to lose points or write a thousand-word reflection report, so he said through gritted teeth, his face dark, "I'm sorry!"

"Professor McGonagall, may I leave now?"

"Um!"

Having received an affirmative answer, Malfoy, with his two henchmen, headed toward the Slytherin long table. Halfway there, he suddenly turned and mouthed "you'll see" to Neville.

"Professor McGonagall, just now, Malfoy, he..."

"Miss Granger, what you need to do now is: finish breakfast, and then go to the History of Magic classroom!"

With the dean having spoken, the others stopped arguing about it. After noticing that the students had all sat down, Minerva McGonagall turned and went up the stairs.

It's 3:30 PM!

Robin, Harry, Ron, and the other first-year Gryffindor students hurried down the stone steps through the castle gates to a wide expanse of green grass.

The weather is great today, with blue skies and white clouds, and a gentle breeze blowing occasionally. It's a perfect day for a bike ride.

On the lawn, about twenty flying brooms were neatly arranged on the ground. The Slytherin students who had arrived a little earlier were discussing how to distribute the brooms.

Robin glanced at the brooms and said: Forgive my bluntness, but those ugly brooms are really not worth assigning well!

At Hogwarts, first-year students use communal flying brooms for their flying lessons. These brooms have been passed down through generations and by several mischievous children, giving each one a weathered and worn appearance.

Some brooms have burrs on them, and you have to sand them four or five times before each use.

Some of the tail branches fork haphazardly like fireworks, and when you ride on them to fly, you have to worry about your robe getting torn by the branches.

Some internal parts malfunction, causing the bike to shake violently halfway through the ride, attempting to throw the rider off.

Of course, flight instructor Ms. Hooch and hunting ground guard Hagrid would regularly repair these broken brooms.

"Robin, Harry, I heard from Fred and George that none of the public flying brooms are any good. When you two are trying them out later, be careful not to fall off!"

Cough!

Ron was quietly reminding his friend when a cough came from behind him, startling him. He turned around and met a pair of sharp yellow eyes.

"Professor, I'm so sorry!"

Ms. Hodge ignored Ron and walked straight to the beginning of the broom row. She turned around and said, "Freshmen, every public flying broom has undergone rigorous inspection before it is placed here. As long as you use it according to the rules, there will be no problems."

"Quickly, everyone pick a flying broom and stand next to it. Hurry up, in the competition, even a second's delay will affect the outcome of the match between the two teams."

Ms. Huo Qi had a loud and clear voice. She had neat, short gray hair and yellow eyes with a sharp, eagle-like gaze.

At her urging, everyone quickly chose their flying brooms.

Luo Bin lowered his eyes slightly, staring intently at the broom at his feet.

It was broken and old, with oil stains all over the wooden broom. I wonder if the last person who used it ate fried chicken on it?

Its tail branches, like a rooster with its feathers ruffled, each have their own unique ideas.

"Stretch out your right hand and place it directly above the broom handle, then say firmly: Arise!" Ms. Hodge shouted.

Everyone did as instructed, and each person shouted, "Get up!"

Luo Bin had to call out five times before the broken broom finally wobbled into his hand. Even so, he was still one of the best among the freshmen.

Apart from Harry, whose Quidditch talent is at its peak and whose broomsticks immediately jump into his hands at the command of "Get up," the other Gryffindor freshmen are not as good as Robin.

Hermione's broom, like a spoiled puppy, rolled and tumbled on the spot.

Neville's broom was as still as a dead fish, completely motionless.

Ron's broom, like a little rabbit, went up and down, but refused to rise into his palm.

Simo's broom vibrated like a bee.

Five minutes later, after everyone had shouted themselves hoarse, the brooms, which looked like old men, finally rose steadily into their palms.

Ms. Huo Qi blew her silver whistle, and everyone turned to look at her.

"Next, I'll teach you how to ride securely on your flying broomsticks."

"First, grip the broom tightly with your hands. Second, lift one foot high and straddle the broom by stepping over the end. Then, adjust to a comfortable riding position. Finally, squeeze the broom between your thighs. Now, listen to my command, all students, get on the broom."

After everyone did as instructed, Ms. Hodge, wearing high-top leather shoes, walked back and forth in the line, occasionally helping students adjust their grip and riding posture. Robin heard her criticizing Seamus and Malfoy for doing things incorrectly.

Tsk, well, that bragging guy and Ximo have been thoroughly humiliated by the teacher. He doesn't want to hear any more of those boastful stories about dodging helicopters.

Ms. Huo Qi circled around and returned to her original position, saying loudly, "Children, push off the ground with your legs, and the broom will carry you into the air. When you rise to a height of one and a half meters, lean your body slightly forward, and the broom will carry you down vertically. Okay, let's practice taking off and falling. Remember, hold the broom tightly. Come on, listen to my whistle!"

After Ms. Huo finished speaking, she put the silver whistle to her lips.

However, Neville was too nervous. He was afraid that if he flew up, he would be ridiculed by his classmates. Before the silver whistle blew, he pushed off with both feet and flew up on his broom.

"Come back, child, come back quickly! Grip the broom tightly, lean forward, come back, child, come back quickly!"

Ms. Huo Qi shouted at the figure in the sky.

Neville's broom, like a wild horse, wouldn't listen to anyone. It carried Neville higher and higher, and when it reached a height of 8 meters, the tip of the broom slammed wildly against the stone wall.

Neville was terrified. He stared in horror at the bushes below when suddenly, a strong wave of dizziness hit his brain.

Then, with his round eyes wide open and his mouth agape enough to fit a whole apple, he fell off the flying broom.

Bang!

Ouch, poor little chubby boy, he fell face down into the grass!

The flying broom that caused the trouble crashed into the stone wall seven or eight times, then changed direction, flew over the vegetable garden, and disappeared into the forbidden forest.

"My hand, my hand, waah, Grandma, waah!" Neville wailed, curled up in pain.

Ms. Hodge rushed forward anxiously and, after a preliminary examination, said, "Your wrist is broken, and you have abrasions. I need to take you to see Ms. Pomfrey. Okay, child, don't cry. Your leg isn't hurt. Stand up, I'll go with you to the school clinic."

Neville got up, crying and sobbing!

"Children, listen up! Put your brooms back where they are, and don't touch them. And don't try to fly away on your own. Otherwise, before you even reach the Quidditch gates, you'll be expelled from Hogwarts Castle for serious violations of school rules. Go on, poor children."

"OK!"

Neville, his lips trembling and tears streaming down his face, followed Madam Hodge into the castle.

"Haha, you big fool, you can't even ride a broken broom properly, what are you trying to learn magic for?" Malfoy laughed, clutching his stomach.

(End of this chapter)