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A gentle breeze, sunlight, a golden rain.

A scene that should have been beautiful was now causing screams of terror and disgust to erupt from around the flying lesson grounds.

"Damn it!"

"What, what is this?"

"Ugh!"

The older Slytherins, drenched in the golden rain, some even having swallowed a few drops, were now green in the face, kneeling on the ground and vomiting.

As for the first-year Slytherins in the sky, their faces had turned ashen.

A feeling like a stormy sea arose in their stomachs, as if the slightest relaxation would lead to a complete evacuation.

And that wasn't the end of it; a burning pain followed.

With these two sensations attacking at once, even a great immortal would probably soil their pants.

In this state, flying naturally became a luxury.

Before long, the first-year Slytherins, who had just been so full of themselves, were making crash landings accompanied by a sky-high stench, each with a twisted expression.

Madam Hooch, witnessing this scene, truly turned green in the face.

As the flying instructor, she should have been dealing with these students' conditions in the flying lesson.

But this…

It was really too much to handle!

Fortunately, the next second, Rhine's voice chanting a spell rang out.

"Aguamenti."

A stream of clear water poured over the Slytherins, soaking them to the bone, but at least cleaning them up a bit.

Madam Hooch couldn't help but cast a grateful glance at Rhine.

"Gryffindor, twenty points!"

But the next moment, Madam Hooch suddenly seemed to realize something.

Wait?

The Gryffindor students had prepared protective gear in advance, so they knew about this?

Could it be that this group of lawless Gryffindors had done this?!

But now was not the time to dwell on these things; so many students had diarrhea and needed to be taken to the hospital wing immediately.

She needed to pass this hot potato to Madam Pomfrey as soon as possible; she didn't want to continue this flying lesson for even a minute.

Madam Hooch sullenly instructed the Gryffindors.

"Do not act without permission."

Then, pinching her nose inside her protective gear, she waved her wand and led the first-year Slytherins towards the hospital wing.

And after Madam Hooch disappeared from sight, the little lions of Gryffindor looked at each other, and then burst into deafening cheers and laughter.

"Hahaha!"

"Finally, there are no annoying Slytherins!"

"Merlin above, did you see the way they looked just now? Disgusting, but I'm going to mention it to the Slytherins at every breakfast for the next seven years!"

"Rhine, Harry, how did you do it?"

Rhine grinned.

"That's a secret."

"But the most important thing now is—"

"Free flying!"

"Don't worry, Madam Hooch is going to be arguing with Madam Pomfrey until the end of class, no one will care about us!"

The next second, Harry, who couldn't wait any longer, flew into the sky, letting out a hearty laugh.

He felt like he was born to fly; it was in his bones!

This was only natural; when he was just one year old, he could ride a toy flying broom and fly around the house.

During the Triwizard Tournament, he was even able to play a chase game with a dragon on a flying broom, and even Krum, a member of the national team, greatly admired Harry's flying talent.

If it were peacetime, perhaps Harry could have become a Quidditch star.

Then, watching Harry fly like a bird, the other little lions no longer hesitated, flying into the sky one after another.

Even Hermione, who had always been wary of dangerous sports, flew from the ground into the sky under Rhine's encouraging gaze, and then let out screams of extremely high decibels.

Rhine then looked at Neville.

"Neville, don't be nervous, take a deep breath, think about how you feel in the greenhouse."

"You can do it, Neville, take it slow."

Neville also pursed his lips and pushed off the ground with his legs.

He flew up too.

Without losing control like in the original story, and without unfortunately breaking his wrist, although wobbly and flying very low, Neville was indeed controlling the broom to fly.

"Rhine, I'm going to tell Grandma about this."

"She never lets me ride a flying broom, saying I already cause enough trouble on the ground, but I learned to fly in my first lesson!"

Rhine smiled and waved to his friends in the sky, intending to ride the broom himself to experience it, but the corner of his eye caught Malfoy standing alone and at a loss.

He was the only "survivor" of Slytherin, but now he was here alone, not knowing what to do.

Looking at his dusty face, he didn't look like the "arrogant dragon" in the original story at all, looking like a small, yellowish stray dog by the roadside.

Rhine sighed, got on his broom, and loudly provoked Malfoy.

"Malfoy, I heard your family is particularly rich, and I also heard you bragging about how you brushed past a helicopter."

"Can you really fly?"

"If you can fly past me, I'll admit you win!"

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Malfoy instantly perked up.

"I can definitely fly better than you!"

The next second, Rhine and Malfoy flew up one after the other, almost at the same time, chasing each other in the air.

Rhine didn't use his talent to control wind and thunder to bully Malfoy, simply relying on his comfortable body coordination to control the broom.

However, Malfoy was indeed as Harry had commented in the original story—he flew very well, only a little inferior to the prodigy Harry, although he was left behind by Rhine for a distance, he had been chasing behind Rhine.

Until an hour later, the little lions, tired of flying, landed one after another, and Rhine also landed, smiling at Malfoy.

"You flew okay, but you still didn't catch up to me."

Although Malfoy was surprised by Rhine's flying skills, he still maintained his usual stubbornness.

"That's because we're using the school's brooms, they can't go fast. If I had a Nimbus 2000, I would have caught up to you long ago."

"I'll definitely be faster than you next time!"

But looking at Malfoy's expression at this time, it was clear that he had vented a lot of previously suppressed unhappiness, his eyes were much brighter, and he turned and walked towards the castle.

At this time, Flint and several members of the Slytherin Quidditch team walked over menacingly, colliding with Malfoy head-on.

They had seen Malfoy talking to Rhine from afar, and now they pushed Malfoy to the ground.

"Traitor!"

"What benefits did they give you to buy you over?"

"You must have eavesdropped on our plan, you must have added something to the potion, you damned blood traitor!"

Flint grabbed Malfoy's collar fiercely, and pulled him up again.

A fire dragon pendant inlaid with gems fell into Flint's sight, and he snatched it from Malfoy's neck.

"Traitors should be punished."

"I'm going to throw this into the Black Lake!"

Then, Flint, who had brought his broom, displayed the skills of the Quidditch captain, flying away at a very fast speed.

Malfoy reflexively got on his broom, trying to catch up with Flint.

"That's my birthday present!"

"My mom gave it to me, give it back!"

But the members of the Slytherin Quidditch team were not only more skilled than him, but the brooms used in the team were also much better than those in the flying lesson. One by one, they surpassed him, tossing the pendant back and forth like a pass.

"Want it?"

"Admit you're a traitor!"

"Blood traitor, the shame of Slytherin, otherwise we'll throw this into the Black Lake, or you can try to snatch it, let's see what you can do!"

At this moment, Harry's eyes seemed to be spitting fire.

Although he didn't like Malfoy, thinking about what he would do if his mother's birthday present was threatened like this, he couldn't wait to beat these people's heads into a pulp!

Harry instantly flew up.

"Give it back to him, or you'll be sorry!"

As Harry flew back into the sky, a hint of cold light flashed in Rhine's eyes, and he soared into the air.

Flint and the others showed a smug look in their eyes, quickly flying away, leading Rhine and Harry towards the Black Lake.

The third update, one chapter short. It may not be sent out until after twelve o'clock, sorry.