Ancient Wizards Return to Hogwarts...

Chapter 45 Daphne: That's it?

Watching Malfoy soar into the sky amidst gasps of surprise, Harry felt a fire burning in his chest.

"Don't listen to his nonsense, Harry, he's just trying to provoke you." Ron knew his friend well enough to quickly try to calm him down.

Unfortunately, Ron's words had no effect. Harry was usually a very friendly and easy-going person, but once he made up his mind about something, no one could change it.

He mounted the broomstick exactly as Mrs. Hodge had taught him, pushed off the ground, and soared into the sky like Malfoy.

"Harry!!!" Ron's face turned deathly pale instantly: Harry had been living at his aunt's house and had never even touched a flying broomstick before. If he flew up like that, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Harry and Malfoy flew into the sky one after the other, startling the new students of Gryffindor and Slytherin. Gasps and screams rose and fell, clearly audible even dozens of feet away.

By this time, Mrs. Hooch had already caught the two out-of-control brooms. She hadn't paid much attention to the gasps from the ground—it was normal for young wizards to be easily startled, but she had to hurry and get the brooms back. Otherwise, given the school board's nature, there was no way she could expect to ride any flying brooms this semester.

But when she caught a glimpse of a dark green shadow out of the corner of her eye, she realized the seriousness of the situation. She turned her head sharply and discovered that two little wizards had taken to the sky on broomsticks.

Mrs. Huo felt as if she had been struck on the head with two clubs, one after the other, causing her vision to go black.

Once she regained her senses and her rationality returned somewhat, she shouted with all her might, "You two, stop right there!!!"

Unfortunately, if the two young wizards had obediently landed at their teacher's command, they wouldn't have been able to fly in the first place. Malfoy completely disregarded Madam Hooch, and Harry, increasingly caught up in his excitement, selectively ignored her words.

Malfoy dashed to a broom, raised his arm, and grabbed it. Laughing loudly, he slammed the broom down to the ground.

Not to be outdone, Harry, riding a broomstick for the first time and flying for the first time, seemed to know how to fly from birth. He leaned forward, gripped the broomstick tightly with both hands, and launched it like a javelin at the stray brooms in the sky.

In the blink of an eye, he was level with the two brooms. Harry used both hands to firmly grasp the two headless fly-like brooms in his hands, squeezed the brooms between his legs, and the brooms suddenly turned around and swooped down towards the ground.

The young wizards watching from the ground applauded, but when they saw Harry's astonishingly fast dive, they all gasped in surprise.

Malfoy felt a surge of pride seeing his classmates applauding on the ground. Just as he was smugly descending to the ground, Harry whizzed past him on his broomstick, leaving him with only a dashing silhouette.

Malfoy was completely astonished; he never dreamed that Harry, who was using a flying broom for the first time, would fly so well.

Seeing Harry join the Gryffindor group and receive cheers, Malfoy couldn't help but purse his lips, inwardly cursing Harry for stealing his thunder.

After a moment's thought, he came up with a cooler way to land. Pretending not to see anything and forcing himself to forget about Harry, Malfoy flicked his broom and landed on the ground in a drifting motion, stopping right in front of Daphne.

Feeling incredibly cool about his move, Malfoy raised the flying broom he was holding and said confidently to Daphne, "Here, your broom. I got it back for you."

In Malfoy's plan, Daphne must have been captivated by his charm, and with just a little cooperation, he could instantly overshadow Harry.

However, reality differed slightly from his script.

Upon hearing Malfoy's words, Daphne couldn't help but roll her eyes.

"No need." She even stepped aside, distancing herself from Malfoy.

Malfoy's performance completely fell apart. Stunned, Malfoy's facial muscles twitched a couple of times. After a few seconds, he finally came to his senses, casually tossing the broom to Pansy standing to the side, then pushing off the ground with both feet and flying into the sky again.

He needed this opportunity to defuse his embarrassment, but before he could fly more than a few feet, a shadow brushed past his broom and overtook him.

Malfoy initially thought it was Potter, but upon closer inspection, he realized it was Daphne, and what was even more absurd was that she wasn't riding a flying broom!

She held her wand in her right hand, her left hand hanging at her side, and turned to look at him expressionlessly.

"I can carry it myself." After saying this, she turned around and flew into the sky.

Everyone present except Rice was stunned. In their understanding, wizards needed the power of magical tools such as flying brooms to fly; how could a wizard fly independently on their own?

Malfoy also froze on the spot, staring blankly at Daphne's retreating figure.

"You! Get! Down! of! Me!" Suddenly, a furious shout rang in his ears, followed by a sharp pain in his ear.

Lady Hooch rushed up to him on her broom, grabbed his ear, and dragged Malfoy and his broom back to the ground.

When Lady Hooch landed back on the ground, her face was pale with anger, and her hands trembled uncontrollably with rage. Not only was Malfoy dragged down from the sky by her, but Harry, who had calmed down on the ground, and Daphne, who had just returned to the ground, were also dragged by her.

"You, you, and you! How dare you three?! You'll break your necks!"

Harry was a little better, obediently bowing his head and accepting the scolding, while Daphne and Malfoy were particularly defiant.

In Malfoy's eyes, how could he possibly fall off a broom? He'd been playing with brooms since he was five. Daphne was even more confident in herself, because while the other two were flying with the help of their brooms, she was relying entirely on the flying magic she had learned.

However, no matter what, neither of them dared to contradict the teacher to his face, and they both kept their mouths shut and stood there without saying a word.

"Harry Potter!" Professor McGonagall's voice interrupted Madam Hooch's reprimand.

Harry looked up and his heart sank: Professor McGonagall was striding toward him.

"Gryffindor, deduct ten points! Potter, come with me."

"Professor, Harry—"

"Stop talking, Mr. Weasley."

When Malfoy saw that Harry had points deducted by Professor McGonagall and was about to be taken away, he almost burst out laughing, but he stopped laughing the next second.

"Slytherin, deduct twenty points. Miss Greengrass and Mr. Malfoy, you two will come with me as well."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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