Hogwarts: Undercover Death Eater Replaces the Dark Lord

As we all know, when Gryffindor and Slytherin take flying lessons together, all kinds of accidents are bound to happen.

And after this year's flying class, if nothing unexpected happens, it will be the key point where Draco and Harry Potter have their first major conflict, and it will also be the first time that Harry Potter and the other two discover the secret of the corridor on the fourth floor.

This leaves a lot of room for maneuver!

……

The prefect had posted a notice on the bulletin board in the Slytherin common room -

This Thursday, Slytherin's first-year students will have their first flying lesson together with Gryffindor, and the flying lesson teacher will be Ms. Hooch.

At this moment, Draco was sitting next to the warm fireplace in the common room, chatting about his flying experience with several young wizards around him.

However, while chatting, he suddenly shuddered all over, and a chill surged over him that even the fireplace beside him could not dispel.

He turned around subconsciously and found Lycos looking at him with a smirk on his face.

"You...why are you looking at me like that?" Draco shrank behind the back of the sofa and looked at Lecos with a puzzled expression.

"Ahem...it's nothing, just continue." Lycos coughed twice and retracted his malicious gaze.

Draco didn't quite believe it and decided to continue asking questions, but Pansy Parkinson, a girl who looked like a poodle, grabbed his arm.

She asked with admiration, "Draco, tell me, what did you see when you were riding on the broom?"

"Oh, no problem!" Draco couldn't resist the joy of being admired by the little girl, and threw all his doubts behind him in an instant.

"Let me tell you something. I once rode my Meteor 7 Special Edition broomstick to see how high it could fly... I kept flying up and up until I was above the clouds, and then I saw a huge monster."

"I flew closer and saw it was a Muggle helicopter! The Muggle piloting the helicopter was a complete idiot. He didn't even react before it crashed straight into me!"

Pansy exclaimed, her face filled with worry.

"Are you okay, Draco?"

"Don't you see who I am? Of course I'm fine!" Draco puffed out his chest and raised his chin proudly.

"Thanks to my superb flying skills, I narrowly avoided being hit by that Muggle helicopter by just an inch!"

"..."

Draco was still there showing off his flying skills to Pansy and a few familiar girls, while Crabbe and Goyle stood behind him, applauding.

Lycos rolled his eyes silently.

Given the low pressure created by the helicopter's propellers, a wizard riding a broom would likely be sucked into the propeller from a long distance away, potentially causing a murder...

Draco, this little wizard with no common sense, actually dared to say that he was only an inch away from the helicopter?

……

On Thursday afternoon, Lycos was dragged by Draco, who was already impatient, to the lawn on the north side of the castle.

"Hurry, Lycos, I must get the best broom!"

Draco once again put on his sporty narrow-sleeved robe and combed his light blond hair meticulously until it was shiny. It seemed that he was determined to make a splash in the flying class.

"There's no need to be so anxious. I think it's still early for class." Lycos said helplessly as Draco pulled his arm.

"How can I not be anxious? Flint told me that the brooms used in flying classes are all defective products that have been used for who knows how many years. You have to be lucky to find a new one." Draco said anxiously.

"I really don't know what the school is thinking, not allowing first-year students to bring their own broomsticks... Otherwise, I'd definitely ask my dad to buy me the latest Nimbus 2000!"

Draco muttered, "I have to get there early today and pick the best broom even if I have to choose from them all!"

Rushing out of the north gate of Hogwarts, you can see bright sunshine, fresh grass, and swaying trees in the distance. The weather is just right.

Draco dragged Lycos along and hurried down the sloping grass toward the flat lawn at the end of the slope.

Every step they took on the grass made the tender green grass ripple slightly under their feet... But the heavy footsteps of Crabbe and Goyle behind them flattened a piece of grass, completely destroying the beautiful environment.

The sun hung high in the sky, casting rays of warm sunlight, illuminating the grass where the flying class was held.

Twenty-two flying brooms were neatly arranged on the bright grass, pressing twenty-two shallow holes in the soft turf. The green grass leaves gently brushed against the brooms, wiping away the old dust marks on them.

"This one is just so-so...this one is better...this one is too dirty...this one..."

As soon as Draco got to the lawn, he began to look through the twenty-two brooms to find the best. But after looking through them, he still didn't find anything that satisfied him.

"Or just pick up whatever you want and use it." Lycos was anxious, so he held Draco's shoulder, and said coaxingly, "Aren't you confident that you can fly with anything?"

"That's right." Draco raised his chin proudly.

Of course, he still stood next to the best broom he had picked out earlier.

……

Few Gryffindor students seemed as enthusiastic as Draco, and only came slowly in groups when the class was about to start.

As soon as Harry Potter appeared in round-frame glasses, Draco stared at him, as if he wanted to burn him to death with his eyes.

"Haha!" Draco suddenly laughed happily.

"What's wrong with you, Draco?" Lycos glanced at him. "Take my advice. If you're sick, you need treatment."

"It's not my problem, Lecos, look at Potter, hahahaha..." As he spoke, Draco couldn't help laughing again.

Lycos turned his head to look in the direction of Draco's finger and was slightly stunned.

This was the first time he looked at the savior seriously—

He had messy black hair and a pair of green, almond-shaped pupils behind worn round-frame glasses. He was much thinner than the red-haired boy next to him and looked very ordinary.

Who would have thought that such an unremarkable boy would become the famous savior of the wizarding world?

"What's wrong with Potter?" Lycos asked softly.

"Look at his broom, can it really fly? Hahaha..." Draco laughed again.

Lycos's gaze moved and he saw a tattered and old broom with some branches sticking out in all directions. Judging from its appearance, it was not even as good as the broken brooms used to sweep the floor in some villages.

"It's indeed a pretty broken broom." Lycos nodded.

But instead of sympathizing with Harry's luck, he cast a look of pity on Draco.

How could the naive Draco know that some talents are unreasonable...

Such a shabby old broom could be perfectly controlled by Harry, and he could even use it to easily catch glass balls falling from the sky?

It was because of this broom that Professor McGonagall saw Harry's talent and recruited him to the Quidditch team that Draco had always dreamed of joining...

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Chapter 23: The First Law of Flying Lessons: Accidents Are Inevitable

The bell for class rang melodiously from the distant bell tower.

Ms. Huo Qi, the flying class teacher, walked over from the end of the lawn and glanced at the freshmen from the two colleges.

She has short gray hair and yellow eyes like an eagle. At first glance, she has the temperament of an excellent golfer.

"All right, what are you waiting for?" she said decisively. "Everyone, get to your broomsticks. Quick, quick, hurry!"

Lycos looked down at his broom.

Although it is not as good as the one Draco picked for a long time, it is at least much stronger than the Savior's, and it looks like it should be quite useful.

However, when they actually used them, the quality of the two brooms seemed to be reversed -

"Stretch out your right hand and place it on top of the broom handle,"

Madam Hooch's voice rang out again, "And said: 'Get up!'"

Waves of "get up" some low and some high came out of the mouths of the little wizards.

Harry from the opposite Gryffindor team just shouted "Get up" and picked up the tattered flying broom on the ground; Draco beside him also easily got the broom with his rich flying experience and equipment advantages.

Lycos watched the two of them perform their movements smoothly and felt that flying might not be that difficult. So he cleared his throat and raised his hands to the side in a ceremonial manner.

"stand up."

The broom on the ground shook for a moment, then lay back on the lawn.

It looks like a student who tried and failed to get out of bed on the weekend, finally gave up and decided to sleep in...

Lycos: “…”

Why is it different from what I imagined...

"Your voice should be emotional, so that the flying broom can feel your sincerity!" Madam Hooch's voice sounded at the right time.

This was followed by another call for the broom to "get up", and this time the call seemed more rhythmic.

Many little wizards, like coaxing children, called out to their brooms in an almost fawning manner. Some little wizards, helpless, even decided to let themselves go and sang nursery rhymes filled with the word "rise"...

After all, before traveling through time, Lecos was also an English major in college. His mental age was ten years older than these young wizards, so he could not do such shameful things.

So he just emphasized his tone and repeated what Madam Hooch had taught him:

"stand up!"

The broom on the lawn did a sit-up, then quickly fell back down and fell into a deep sleep.

"Lex, that's not how you use a broom!" Draco couldn't help but get excited when he saw that the big brother he had just met hadn't woken up the broom, and he subconsciously puffed out his chest with pride.

"Then how do you say we use it?" Lycos tilted his head and looked at him.

"Watch carefully, do as I do..." Draco threw his broom to the ground again: "Get up!"

Before his broom was even firmly on the ground, he was called back and held in his hand.

"Have you learned it?" Draco raised an eyebrow at Lycos.

Lycos rolled his eyes and decided to ignore this guy who was showing off his flying talent in front of him.

About twenty minutes passed before all the little wizards finally raised their brooms from the grass—

Lecos's efficiency is average.

He also saw that a tall, round-faced little wizard in the opposite team failed to wake up the broom in the end, but was afraid of delaying everyone's progress, so he could only squat down and pick it up when Madam Hooch was not paying attention.

"It seems you're ready. Yeah, a little faster than I thought." Madam Hooch nodded. "Now, get on your brooms and hold the front of the handle with both hands..."

She demonstrated to the little wizards in detail how to ride on a broom without sliding off the broom head.

Madam Hooch then walked back and forth between the two house teams, correcting their hand grips.