The King of Flags at Hogwarts

“Okay, Papa Snape.”

“At school, you don’t need to hide your relationship with me. You should let everyone know that you are my goddaughter.”

Draco Malfoy, sitting in the audience, looked aggrieved. "Godfather, you forbade me from announcing in school that I'm your godson! This is unfair of you, and it makes me very upset!"

Professor Snape retorted: "Hmph, can a godson and a godson be the same? Besides, your godson was begged by your father to me, while Bobby was begged by Selby to be my godson!"

The instructor continued from the stage: "Perhaps you don't have Poppy's talent, which allowed you to concoct Felix Felicis at the age of eight, become a sought-after potion supplier in Diagon Alley at the age of nine, and create new potions by the age of ten! But as long as you truly immerse yourselves in this subject, you will all gain something!"

Hermione looked on with admiration from the audience; Poppy was truly amazing.

Harry asked, bewildered, "What is Felix Felicis?"

Hermione answered softly, "It's a powerful potion of luck."

A sly smile crept across Si Jiao's lips. "I've caught you red-handed."

"Harry Potter is not following classroom rules and is whispering in class. Gryffindor loses 5 points!"

"Hmph, they're all Evans kids, how come there's such a huge difference!"

It must be James Potter's filthy blood that tainted Lily's pure blood!

He then looked at his obedient daughter standing on the podium, feeling completely satisfied.

Poppy is still the best!

"Bobby Evans's helpfulness in class earns Slytherin ten more points!"

Chapter 10 Poppy Wants to Lie Down

At nine o'clock at night, escorted by the castle caretaker Filch, Bobby returned wearily to Professor McGonagall's room.

“Mama McGonagall, I’m home…”

"Oh, darling, why do you look so tired?"

Bobby gave her godmother a resentful look, as if to say, "Don't you know why I'm so tired?"

I originally suggested taking classes with everyone to escape the academic pressure from the three of you, but the time I should have used to complete my assignments has been taken up by class time, while I haven't missed a single assignment. This is just too much!

I'm only eleven years old, and I already have to work overtime. If this continues, I won't grow tall!

In the middle of the night, Professor McGonagall suddenly opened her eyes. Without even getting dressed, she rushed to Bobby's bedside.

Bobby was emanating black energy and trembling like a sieve.

McGonagall immediately intervened to suppress her rampaging magic, while simultaneously using Patronus to notify Dumbledore.

The two struggled until late into the night before Bobby's condition gradually stabilized.

“Albus, the magic power within her is growing faster and faster. If this continues, by the time she turns eighteen, even you may not be able to control it.”

Dumbledore's expression was grave: "I recently saw a book by Flamel that describes a situation similar to Bobby's, and I'm looking for a solution."

McGonagall quickly asked, "Then what's wrong with her?"

Dumbledore shook his head: "Reversion to ancestral blood."

McGonagall had never heard of bloodline atavism and was about to ask again when Dumbledore waved her off.

"Don't worry too much, there are still many years to go, we'll always find a way."

A night passed. Bobby was rejuvenated and completely recovered, showing no signs of the exhaustion she had felt the night before.

In contrast, Professor McGonagall had two large dark circles under her eyes, which forced her to undergo eye socket deformity surgery to make herself look more normal.

This is why Bobby needs to stay at the four deans' homes in rotation; if he had to stay in one place continuously, no one could handle it.

Inside the auditorium, it's lunchtime.

Bobby sat next to Harry, eating and drinking heartily.

Today's boiled sliced ​​pork was really good, and the seafood congee was also perfect. There was so much shrimp in the xiaolongbao (soup dumplings). I'll tell the little elf Sarabo later that more ingredients aren't necessarily better; it has to be just right.

"Cousin Bobby, I heard you were busy until very late last night?"

Bobby glanced up at Harry and continued to eat heartily, while Hermione, standing to the side, couldn't quite accept that her idol could eat so...rudely? Wildly? Yes, wildly.

“There’s nothing I can do,” Bobby sighed as he cleared his mouth of food. “My godparents have given me too much homework.”

Hermione asked, "Is it a seventh-year course?" That was the highest level she could think of.

“No,” Bobby said, somewhat dejectedly, “I finished the seventh-year curriculum when I was seven… If I mastered everything they’re making me learn now, I think I could take over Dumbledore’s job…”

The chanting of Simon Finnigan could be heard from the side: "Rabbit eyes gleam, harp whispers, turn this clear water into fine wine!"

Suddenly, Bobby cast a silent disarming spell, knocking Seamus's wand away and grabbing it into her own hand.

“Simo, your magic was running too wildly just now. If I hadn’t stopped you, the spell would have exploded.”

Seamus blushed as he took the wand from Bobby.

Poppy was right; his spells often exploded inexplicably.

"Thank you, Bobby."

With a dismissive wave of her hand, signifying "you're welcome," Bobby continued to Hermione, "Do you know what I've been through these past five years? It was a living hell, a living hell!"

"I thought things would be easier after starting school, but it's gotten even worse! I want to lie down, I want to rest! I'm just an eleven-year-old kid!"

Poppy channeled her grief into her appetite, grabbing a large meat bun and taking a bite.

It was a steamed bun with braised pork, and the caramelized meat juices splattered out, getting all over her face.

Poppy's shining idol image in Hermione's heart has collapsed, just like the flags Poppy set.

It turns out that Bobby's excellence was due to the encouragement from his professors!

Hermione was full of fighting spirit. If Poppy could do it, so could she. Even if Poppy's level was so high that she couldn't see her back, the final exam questions would definitely be within the scope of the first year!

I can win the exam within the first-grade range!

Seeing Hermione grab her books and run off, Bobby shouted, "Hermione, it's flying class this afternoon! You don't need to bring your books!"

The auditorium was always noisy when the owl delivered mail.

"Hey, look! Neville got a Memory Orb!"

Hermione had already gone off to study on her own, so no one was there to explain to Harry what a Memory Ball was.

Bobby's stomach seemed to be a bottomless pit, and she kept eating non-stop.

Harry's curiosity eventually prevailed, and he interrupted Bobby's eating, somewhat embarrassed: "Cousin Bobby, what is a memory ball?"

Bobby swallowed his food and mumbled, "If the smoke in the memory ball turns red, it means you've forgotten something. Memory balls are usually for people who are forgetful."

Neville was quite embarrassed: "My memory is really not very good. The key is that even if I know I've forgotten something, I can't remember exactly what I've forgotten."

Bobby shook his head. "Navie, I know your situation. That's not your problem."

She glanced at Jady Indigo, who was leisurely eating her meal at the Ravenclaw table, and then at Professor Quirrell, who was quietly eating at the professors' table. She said softly, "Those were painful times, painful for everyone. Neville, don't just remember the pain. Although I can't give you my blessing, one must always look forward."

Neville nodded, somewhat bewildered, grateful for the young lady's understanding. He also reminded her, "Thank you, Bobby. You'll be taking your flight lesson later, right? You'd better not eat so much; it's not good for your health."

Bobby stood up. "Thank you for your concern, Neville," she said, glancing longingly at the food on the table before turning her head away with a heavy heart. "You're right. I'll go prepare the equipment I need for flight lessons."

Ron looked puzzled: "Flying equipment? Aren't brooms provided by the school?"

Harry was equally confused. "I don't know."

The first-year students' long-awaited flight lesson has finally arrived.

Hawkeye Mihawk—no, Mrs. Hooch—arrived at the arena with an imposing air.

The ground was already littered with brooms. Although they were old models, for some freshmen who had never been exposed to flying brooms before, it was still a remarkable experience.

Ron quietly asked Harry, "Harry, wasn't your cousin supposed to come to class? I haven't seen her."

Harry shook his head blankly, but then he heard a student from the Slytherin side exclaim, "Look, what's that?"

A horse is flying in the sky, and from a distance, it looks like there are people on its back.

"Poppy, that's Poppy!"

Hermione recognized Bobby immediately.

The visitor was none other than Bobby.

She rode on Hawk's back, soaring freely through the air. The fierce wind raged in her face, posing no threat to her, only causing her hair to flutter wildly; the cold of the high altitude did not hinder her progress, but only made her burning heart even more unrestrained.

Hawk was the little pony from her own farm. Ever since she came to Hogwarts, Hawk had stopped eating because she couldn't see her young mistress.

Left with no other choice, Servi had to transport Hawke to Hogwarts.

Surprisingly, Hawke probably really saw himself as a magical creature, because he made quite a few friends in the Forbidden Forest.

"Wow! What kind of horse is that? I've never seen a flying horse before!"

Ron laughed, "That's just an ordinary horse. I've heard my brothers say that Bobby's horse can't fly at all. It looks like the horse is carrying Bobby, but actually, Bobby is carrying the horse and flying!"

Everyone was giving me the same look of bewilderment. Bobby's thought process is indeed hard to fathom.

I know you have powerful magic and high magical skill, but is it really necessary to carry a horse while flying? What's the difference between this and carrying a donkey on your back?

Hawke landed smoothly amidst Bobby's silvery laughter.

Mrs. Hodge smiled and walked up to Bobby: "Bobby, would you like to reconsider my previous suggestion? The Pudmir United manager has asked me several times. If you want, the starting position for Seeker in the new season is yours!"

Bobby smiled and shook his head. "Thank you for your kindness, Mrs. Hodge, but as you know, I have a lot of schoolwork to do and I'm afraid I don't have much time to practice. I'm already grateful that I can get some fresh air today."

Mrs. Fokke shook her head. "What a pity."

She turned around to announce the start of class, but suddenly turned back to Bobby and said, "Bobby, don't waste your time here. Go, go, do whatever you want."

Upon hearing this, Draco Malfoy's expression changed.

This Bobby Evans is even more annoying than Harry Potter! It's one thing for the Godfather to favor her, but now she even wants special treatment in her flying lessons—why should she?!

“No, Mrs. Hodge, I would like to stay here a little longer.”

Hehe, it's rare to see a top student like her get embarrassed, so we'll secretly record it.

Sure enough, the broom completely ignored Hermione, and Miss Beaver was so angry that she pounded her chest and stamped her feet.