Melee wizards at Hogwarts

After the showdown in Potions class, everything at Hogwarts seemed to be calm again. Parsifal was able to take one or two fewer punches when facing the centaur Bane, and Hermione had forgiven him in the History of Magic class and no longer glared at him viciously after class, although it was more likely because of the glare. It's no use either.

But this kind of thing is definitely not something that scholars would admit.

Even Harry showed a bright smile that he hadn't seen for a long time, because the first-year little lions and little snakes only needed to take Potions class together. This meant that, at least until Friday's Potions class, he didn't have to deal with Malfoy. However, this smile only lasted for two days, and turned into a sad look of mixed joy and sorrow.

Because a notice was suddenly posted on the bulletin board in the common room, announcing that starting from this Thursday afternoon, the little lions would need to take flying lessons with the little snakes.

Regarding this news, most of the little lions were looking forward to it. Although taking classes with the little snakes made them a little irritated, the excitement of being able to fly finally overcame their anxiety.

"Merlin, are you finally able to take flying lessons? Now let Malfoy have a good experience. Seriously, you know, Harry, once I almost hit a plane while riding Charlie's old broomstick. Gua’s Hang Glider”

Parsifal still remembered the excitement on Ron's face when the notice was posted that day.

Before I knew it, it was Thursday. After finishing Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class, the little Gryffindor lions walked out of the auditorium together and headed towards the flying practice field.

Frankly speaking, today is indeed a day suitable for flying. It is sunny and breezey. When they walked quickly down the slightly sloping grass and towards a flat lawn opposite the field, the grass swayed slightly under their feet, and some Itchy, but comfortable. At the other end of the lawn is the Forbidden Forest, with dark trees swaying in the wind.

"How nice," Harry said with some frustration, turning to Ron beside him, "riding a broomstick to make a fool of himself in front of Malfoy."

He had always wanted to learn to fly. This desire was stronger than anything else, but he had no idea that his first flight would be with Malfoy. Especially since this week, Malfoy has been bragging about his flying skills on all occasions where he can speak loudly. His arrogant look made Parsifal want to throw a curse at him.

Parsifal invoked the Fifth Amendment to remain silent regarding the unfortunate incident in which Malfoy shouted during Transfiguration this morning and kept pronouncing the curse Aku as Aqua.

"That's not necessarily true," Ron said rationally, "I know Malfoy always brags that he plays Quidditch very well, but I bet he's just bragging."

"But what if I fall from the sky"

Harry was still very worried. He had never imagined flying with a broom.

"You two, stop talking, others will be nervous. And flying on a broomstick is not difficult. Harry, you can definitely do it."

Looking at Neville who was worried beside him and Hermione who was muttering silently, Parsifal had no choice but to intervene in the conversation. He spent a lot of effort in the morning to convince Hermione that the things recorded in Quidditch Origins did not have any practical value.

"Well, thank you, Patsy."

Harry smiled reluctantly and nodded.

"Okay, hurry up and run."

From a distance, Mrs. Huo Qi had already seen them and waved to them to run over in a few steps. The Slytherin snakes were already waiting in line there. On the ground, there were twenty or thirty old-looking broomsticks neatly lined up.

"What are you waiting for?" Mrs. Hooch said loudly after seeing the Gryffindor wizards arriving. "Everyone stand next to a broomstick. Quick, quick, hurry up."

She looked to be in her forties, with short gray hair and yellow pupils as sharp as an eagle.

"Stretch out your right hand and place it on the broom handle," she shouted, standing in front of everyone, "and then said: Get up."

"Get up" Parsifal imitated Mrs. Hooch and ordered his broom. The broom rolled twice, floated lazily for a few inches, and then fell back down.

"Gryffindor's Gorilla"

Parsifal's hands froze in place, his face looked a little ugly, and his keen hearing determined that this quiet whisper came from Zabini not far away.

"get up"

He shouted again, this time his voice was harsher. The broom floated up in response and fell into his hand.

Even if Parsifal didn't close his palms, he was still floating with a strong desire to survive. He could feel that the broom was trembling, as if in fear.

Weak, humble, and helpless.

An idea suddenly occurred to Parsifal, and he was sure that he could realize it.

"go down"

He walked over to the Slytherin side and faced Zabini.

"Williams, what did you say?"

The dark-skinned Zabini took a few steps forward and stood in front of Parsifal, holding his broom tightly in his hand. He was the first among all the young wizards to successfully summon a broom, only a little slower than Harry and Malfoy.

"I said, get out"

Parsifal did not look at Zabini, but stared at the broom in his hand and said in a deep voice.

"Don't think you can"

A blood vessel protruded from Zabini's forehead. He stretched out his left index finger, wanting to poke Parsifal's chest, and spoke word by word. But before he finished speaking, he had to take his hand back and hold the broom with both hands.

His broom was trembling crazily, trying to get out of his hand, even dragging him to sprint.

"What are you two doing?" Mrs. Hooch, who was guiding Neville to sit on the broom, noticed the commotion and ran over, "Let go of the broom."

But she arrived a little too late, or in other words, things developed too fast. Zabini had been dragged four to five meters by his broom. His legs were kicking, and he was about to fly off the ground.

“finite incantate stop immediately”

Only then did Parsifal draw out his wand, point his finger at the rampaging broom, and silver light flew out, stopping it. Mrs. Huo Qi ran a few steps to catch up and picked up Zabini who had fallen to the ground. She found that he was frightened but not seriously injured.

"Five points deducted from Gryffindor. Now, everyone stands back. This is the first time, the first time in so many years, that someone is in the flying lesson."

Mrs. Huo Qi, who came back, said sternly and drove away the confrontation between the little lion and the little snake. Her face was ashen.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

Suddenly, a Neville flew into the sky and turned into an EX level Noble Phantasm.

The red Neville spins and thrusts.