Snakes at Hogwarts

At 03:30 in the afternoon, Andros, who had finished the Charms class in Flitwick's classroom, walked out of the castle gate with a group of little snakes. They walked down the steps and came to the grass at the gate of the castle.

It was a nice sunny day, and a pleasant breeze passed through the canyon, blew across the lake, and finally gently touched several people's faces.

Under their feet, the green grass rippled, and together with the ripples on the lake and the swaying woods in the distance, they formed a peaceful and peaceful scene.

Taking a deep breath of the air mixed with the scent of grass, and then looking at the endless blue sky, Andros narrowed his eyes comfortably, and the afternoon glare was still a bit dazzling.

Except for going to the greenhouse on the east side of the castle to attend herbalism classes every Wednesday, he had not left the castle for a long time.

And this kind of standing in front of the grass outside the castle and staring at the beautiful scenery of the school has never happened before.

After realizing that the plot in the next few years would become increasingly dangerous, Andros has been working hard to absorb knowledge from books or practice his magic spells.

Although he does have a very good talent in the way of magic.

But Andros did not neglect his training.

His extraordinary performance in the past two weeks was just an add-on to the hard study he started before entering school.

Nothing to be proud of.

Just like those professional players in the Muggle world, being able to become a player depends on your outstanding physical talent.

However, hard work the day after tomorrow will be an important factor in whether you can reach the altar.

Maybe, he should find time to relax and breathe the fresh air outside, Andros thought in his heart.

Blindly squeezing yourself may have the opposite effect.

It's been a long time since he let himself go.

...

Compared to the freshmen of Gryffindor, Slytherin seemed to have adapted to the unpredictable stairs in the castle faster. They were the first to arrive at the flying lesson venue. The little snakes gathered in groups and looked at each other. Conversing in low voices.

"Ender, did you say something bad about me behind my back?" Draco quietly came over and glanced up and down at Andros with suspicious eyes.

"Why do I feel like Pansy has been looking at me weird since this morning?"

"Merlin, I didn't say anything. I swear by magic." Andros swore without sincerity.

In this world, only contracts or oaths concluded through contract magic have such strong binding force. Since they can hardly be violated, they are called unbreakable oaths.

Such casual remarks will not have any binding force even if they are in the name of Merlin or magic.

Different worlds have different rules.

As usual, Andros easily coaxed Draco, and after hearing his answer, the latter asked with some confusion.

"Then do you know why she changed so much?"

Sometimes Andros really felt that Draco was a little cute when he was stupid.These days of contact with Draco made Andros realize that the dragon was not bad in nature.

No one is born evil, and the reason Draco took the wrong path in the original novel was largely due to the environment in which he grew up.

We all know the background of the Malfoy family very well.

Perhaps, here, Andros can try to drag him onto the right path.

Maybe.

No one except Merlin knows what the future will be like.

...

"Who knows? Girls' thoughts are always the hardest to guess. This is the broom we will ride on soon."

Andros brought the topic back to broomsticks and Quidditch in a few words. He pointed to the lawn not far away, where dozens of broomsticks were neatly placed.

"That's right." Draco glanced at the pile of broomsticks on the ground, and then showed a very disgusted expression.

"If you hadn't told me, I would have thought they were firewood to be thrown into the kitchen. These brooms are really old."

It's no wonder that Draco dislikes it so much, it's really because the quality of the broomsticks at Hogwarts is not good.

They are old models that have long been outdated, worn out and old, and some brooms have branches all over the place and no one has taken good care of them.

"I really don't know how much money the school board gives to the school every year has been used by Dumbledore. These brooms are antiques from decades ago."

Needless to say?

It was probably the activity funds of his secret organization "Turkey Society" that were used, Andros thought.

"Haven't you ever thought about checking the accounts?" He naturally looked like he was just watching the fun and not taking it too seriously.

"Without a proper reason, even my father cannot openly doubt Dumbledore. His reputation is huge." Draco curled his lips disdainfully.

"Besides, it's okay if the problem is detected, but if not, it's too risky."

The two continued to talk for a while, and Andros asked about the school board.

"Look, Scarhead and the others are coming." Looking at the Gryffindor students walking over, Draco snorted coldly.

"I bet he can't stop shaking when he picks up a broom."

You guessed it wrong. Potter's flying talent is probably much better than yours.

Forget it, let’s not attack him yet.

"Whatever you think, I hope you can find a sense of superiority from him."

Without keeping the students waiting, a middle-aged witch with short gray hair quickly walked out of the castle. What surprised Andros was that she also had a pair of yellow eyes.

However, the witch's pupils are not strange, and they don't look like snakes. Instead, they are as sharp as eagles, making people dare not look at them.

This must be Ms. Huo Qi, Andros thought.

"What are you waiting for?" she snapped.

"Everyone come here, everyone stand next to a broomstick now, now, now"

It seems that this lady has quite a resolute personality.

The students came over obediently, and Andros randomly picked a broom that looked pleasing to the eye and stood next to it.

I don’t know if I have any talent in flying.

"Now, stretch out your right hand, place it on top of the broom, and say: "Get up"" Ms. Huo Qi shouted from the front of the crowd after all the students stood up.

There were shouts and shouts from the crowd beside the lady, and Andros noticed that Draco's broom immediately jumped into his hand, which made the little dragon proudly show off to the students around him.

"Get up." Andros also reached out and pointed at the broom below.

After hearing Andros's order, the broom rolled lazily on the grass.

Damn it, I knew it

Andros had long felt that he might not have any talent in flying, and he had always had some luck.

This time, Andros's performance finally stopped being eye-catching.

Because most Slytherins have successfully picked up broomsticks, most of these little snakes come from wizarding families and have played with broomsticks since they were young.

In contrast, there were very few successful Gryffindors, and only Potter let the broom jump to his hand.

Savior Porter inherited his father's outstanding talent for flying.

This is nothing to envy. Didn't he also inherit his father's Gryffindor-like stupidity?

Andros curled his lips, then looked fiercely at the broom on the ground.

"If you are embarrassing me, don't blame me for being rude to you. I know you can understand. Get up, or I will send you to the kitchen and let those house elves burn you like firewood." When Ms. Hooch wasn't paying attention, Andros gave the broom a hard kick.

Whoosh~pa~

The broom immediately jumped into Andros' hand and was firmly grasped by him.

Sure enough, these are a group of guys who bully the weak and fear the strong.

After a long time, the little wizards finally got their brooms. Their faces were full of unbearable excitement. Soon, they could fly in the bright sky.

Since first graders are not allowed to carry broomsticks, this is the only way they can get hands-on exposure to flying.

Instead of letting them fly into the sky, Ms. Huo Qi walked among the freshmen of the two colleges and corrected their hand grips one by one. The lady was very serious and responsible. She personally showed the students how to ride a broomstick without slipping from it. Go down.

And Draco, who loves to show off, becomes the chicken that Ms. Huo Qi kills to scare the monkeys.

"Your grip is wrong. If you fly into the sky like this, you will definitely break your neck." She checked Draco's grip with a critical attitude and found a lot of problems easily.

There were gloating laughter from the crowd of Gryffindors, especially the red-haired Weasley named Ron, whose face was filled with gloating.

Andros had no time to pay attention to any of this. At this moment, his attention was entirely focused on an inconspicuous round-faced fat boy in the crowd.

The latter was swaying, the hand holding the broom was shaking slightly, and his knuckles were turning white from holding it too hard.

"Okay, when I whistle, you kick your legs off the ground and push hard." After re-checking the gestures of everyone on the side, Ms. Huo Qi said.

There was a burst of cheers from the crowd, and they could finally fly into the sky.

"Remember, hold the broom steady, rise a few feet, then lean forward slightly and fall straight back to the ground. No one is playing any tricks. Now, everyone listen to my whistle, three, two, one."

Under Andros's gaze, the fat boy with a round face flew off the ground before Ms. Huo Qi put the silver whistle hanging around her neck to her lips.

Friends who are familiar with the plot know that this little boy is Neville.

He was really too nervous, probably because he was afraid that when the whistle sounded, everyone would fly up, leaving him alone on the ground.

As Andros watched, Neville flew higher and higher like a cork shooting out of a bottle, twelve feet, twenty feet.

"Come back soon kid"

Mrs. Huo Qi's anxious shouts rang out from the ground, but I'm afraid this guy who was nervous and shouting like crazy couldn't hear clearly.