Journey to the Wizarding World of Hogwarts

Although Robert comforted Cedric, it was just the professor's little joke, but inevitably, Cedric was affected and depressed all day long.

It has to be said that Cedric is indeed a very good person. Even if he had an intuition that the disciple Professor Trelawney mentioned was Harry Potter, he did not say bad things about him like other students.

Yes, after experiencing the initial star-chasing frenzy, the little wizards whose brains had cooled down began to feel that the Boy Who Lived seemed different from what they imagined.

He would be late for no reason - he said he was just lost.

Will be scolded by Professor Snape - he didn't prepare his homework properly.

Would fall asleep in Professor Binns's class - although almost everyone else would.

But little wizards don’t think so!

Everyone grew up listening to the stories of Harry Potter. He was so brave and powerful that even the mysterious man fell in front of him. As a result...

After observation, he is actually no different from us!

Perhaps nothing in the world makes young wizards sadder than the shattered image of their idols. Of course, they began to despise him, resist him, and even have a little strange thoughts.

If Voldemort fell in front of me, could I also be the boy (girl) who survived the disaster?

The emotions of the young wizards were so undisguised that Harry soon felt the hostility from others. He was a little baffled and at a loss.

I can only work harder to memorize the content in the book and take class notes carefully.

But that didn't help.

Harry had to admit one thing, that is, he might not be a genius in learning.

However, things soon took a turn for the better.

It was a Thursday morning. Harry and his little friend Ron defeated the evil master Malfoy's conspiracy and saved Neville's memory ball. Master Malfoy, who was not particularly big-hearted in the first place, almost lost his temper. nose!

In the afternoon, during flying lessons, Master Malfoy found an opportunity.

As expected, the honest and dull Neville got into a serious situation. He first flew to a height of twenty feet, and then fell heavily to the ground out of fear.

Thank God, the flying lesson venue was a lawn, and Neville was indeed a wizard. Apart from a broken arm, he did not suffer much damage.

Something happened to the student and Ms. Hodge had to take him to the school hospital for treatment.

This gave Master Malfoy an opportunity to take advantage of.

First, the effective provocation skills were used, and the little lions were easily provoked to anger by the Slytherin guys.

When the two sides were tense, Malfoy picked up Neville's memory ball.

"Look, what did I find?" He tossed the glass ball in his hand, "A memory ball, let me guess... this must belong to the big fool Longbottom!"

"Give it to me! Malfoy!" Harry glared at Malfoy, trying to overpower him.

The flying field fell silent, and everyone's eyes were attracted to their actions.

"Oops, the savior Harry Potter is ordering me?" Malfoy exclaimed exaggeratedly. Behind him, the Slytherins sneered, obviously disdainful of the name "savior".

Harry swore that he had never hated a person so much, and he must teach Malfoy a lesson!

Malfoy, who didn't know what he was planning, was still pretending to say, "Let me think about it, let me think about it, where should I put it and let Longbottom pick it up? That's right!" He clapped his hands, He happily asked his companion, "How about I put it on a tree? Longbottom, who is afraid of heights, will definitely cry, right?"

The Slytherins burst into laughter.

"Bring it here!" Harry shouted angrily and rushed towards Malfoy.

But he was still a beat slow.

Malfoy, who had already understood his movements, turned over, jumped on his broom, and flew into the air.

Although it was his first time to take flying lessons, Master Malfoy, who was not short of money, had flying skills that were miles ahead of others.

He controlled the broom so that it was suspended at a height parallel to the top of an oak tree, and shouted down: "If you have the ability, come and get it yourself, Potter!"

Harry, who was so angry, didn't remember what Ms. Hoch warned them before she left. Without saying a word, he picked up his broom and went up to argue with Malfoy.

"Harry! You can't do this!" Hermione shouted in panic, "Ms. Hooch told us not to move! You will be expelled!"

Harry ignored her shouting and pushed his feet hard. It was very simple, incredibly simple, and he flew into the air.

The wind in the sky was stronger than below, and his wizard robes rustled.

It seems like it’s not that difficult!

Harry thought this and looked up at Malfoy. He seemed to have never expected that he would master flying skills so quickly. After all, Harry's usual performance in class could only be described as unsatisfactory.

The little lions cheered, they admire people with superb flying skills the most!

"Bring me the memory ball!" Harry shouted, "or I'll knock you off your broom!"

"Oh, really?" Malfoy pretended to be calm, but he refused to admit defeat at all, "You can give it a try!"

Harry flew towards him with such indomitable momentum that Malfoy couldn't resist it. He dodged back and forth on the broom, looking very embarrassed.

Finally, Malfoy got angry and shouted to Harry, "If you want this memory ball so much, then you have the ability to pick it up yourself!"

As he spoke, he threw the memory ball in his hand from a distance with all his strength.

Harry's heart tightened, that thing was made of glass!

If it breaks...

Not daring to think about it anymore, Harry lowered his body without any hesitation and flew towards the direction of the memory ball at high speed.

He was going so fast, the wind was whistling in his ears, the sound was really unpleasant, but the feeling of speeding was great!

The little lions were all stunned. They didn't think about why Harry Potter could fly so fast, but they cared about another question.

Is it dangerous for him to fly so fast?

Hermione looked like she was about to cry, and so did her roommates. A group of people stared blankly at the glass ball that Harry caught, then reversed the direction of the broomstick and fell to the lawn.

"Harry!" The little lions, who thought he was injured, exclaimed and ran towards the lawn in the distance.

The little snakes looked at each other and did not go to check in the end.

To the relief of everyone in Gryffindor, Harry was fine, not even a scratch.

At this time, he was lying on the lawn with a silly smile, holding the memory ball high in his hand.

He did it!