Azkaban students at Hogwarts

The weather gradually cooled down.

The noisy insects in the forbidden forest were replaced by the refreshing sound of waves in the forest sea.

Mr. Belby's owl had not been seen for three days.

This shows that the Wolfsbane Potion is almost successful.

Roman was also happy and relaxed.

His current task is to travel through the Hogwarts castle every day, learn various basic magic theories, and correct his original wild ways.

Professor Flitwick's class will be as detailed as the small movements of holding a wand, and Professor McGonagall's theory of transformation can be expanded into a paper.The herbs grown by Professor Sprout are [-]% more effective than those on the market, and he has benefited a lot from the "make-up lessons" on potions every weekend.

The only ones who visit on time every day, apart from the food on the table, are the two red-haired brothers.

But the Weasley brothers who replaced Owl were far more difficult to deal with.

I don't know if it was because Roman disturbed Filch's punishment to them, or because they decided that Roman was an autistic patient who lacked friends.

In short, they still have to say hello to Roman every day, even under the double pressure of Charlie and Percy.

For example now.

After a drowsy History of Magic lesson, they stopped Roman in front of the Ravenclaw table as he was about to take a lunch break.

Fred stopped Roman with a solemn expression and spoke slowly:

"Brother, you haven't eaten at the same table with us for a long time."

George's expression was even worse.

"We're sad."

Roman twitched the corners of his eyes innocently.

As for why not have dinner with Gryffindor?

He sneered.

Of course it’s because I can’t win over you!

Except for some banquets where the food appears directly on the dinner plate, in most cases the food appears on the public plate.

The plate is empty when you raise your hand, so you can only stop and wait for the plate to be full again, watching other people's mouths dripping with oil.

It feels bad.

"Well, I prefer a quiet dining environment." He explained without sincerity.

"The Slytherin table is equally quiet." Fred leaned on his brother's shoulder sadly, "That's not a good excuse."

Roman looked at the serious Slytherin table and felt a stone forming in his stomach.

Obviously this kind of dining environment is not very friendly to the appetite.

"Hufflepuffs aren't noisy either," George comforted Fred, shaking his head sadly.

this……

Roman raised his eyebrows.

There was no vacancy on Hufflepuff's long table. Was he supposed to sit on Cedric's lap and eat?

"Okay, what do you want?" Roman raised his hands to express surrender.

"Actually - we came to you for - this." Fred said in a long voice, unfolding the revelation copied from the common room in front of Roman.

Roman gave it a cursory glance.

The general idea is that flying lessons start on Thursday - Gryffindor students and Slytherin students.

Is this the only disadvantage of not having an academy?

"Please be sure to arrive on time." George's movements were very disgusting. He hunched over as if sending an invitation to a dance.

"Well...I think...I still..." Roman hesitated and looked at the Ravenclaw table.

He didn't want to be stuck in a bunch of Gryffindors and Slytherins.

Especially since they are all full of energy and each of them is carrying a heavy broomstick.

"I'm sorry, I'm afraid you don't have a choice." Fred raised the collar of his robe proudly.

"They flew over yesterday morning." George patted Roman on the shoulder. "If you had breakfast a few more times, you would know how excited they were."

So Roman's figure appeared at the breakfast table for the first time in a long time.

But it's still the Ravenclaw table.

This time it had nothing to do with owls or eating speed, but with Gryffindor and Slytherin wizards chattering away about flying.

They didn't say anything too outrageous, after all, the new students of Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff had learned a painful lesson yesterday.

Everyone realizes that the harder the cowhide blows, the more painful it will be when falling off the broom.

But they overlooked one thing, that is, cows and horses always go in groups, but cows and horses always act alone.

Senior Marcus Flint slapped Cassius Warrington on the shoulder and shouted:

"What a good chaser. You will definitely join the academy team in the future."

Cassius, possibly getting carried away by the glycemic effects of the cereal, began bragging about chasing airplanes on a broomstick.

It's always easy to get carried away.

5 minutes later - in the entire restaurant, the little wizard from a wizarding family believed that he had touched the moon by riding a broken meteor or sweeping a star or something.

The new students in Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff were silent, waiting to watch their jokes at noon.

"Roman, you must have ridden a broomstick before."

George left Fred, who was bragging about his playing skills to Angelina, and went to the long table in Ravenclaw.

"I once crossed the Atlantic on an Oak Arrow 79." Roman slowly spread jam on the bread.

"Then I got a crosswind, a strong crosswind. I had to lower my altitude, but the waves wet the broom and I fell into the sea and floated on a thick oak handle until I was rescued by a whale."

There was a sound of air-conditioning all around.

"is this real?"

Unlike other people's bragging, everyone thought Roman's bragging would be true.

For a moment, the little wizards around him looked at him with respect.

"Of course not, it was Jokuda Sykes who crossed the Atlantic with Oak Arrow 79."

Roger Davis arrived belatedly.

He plodded across from Roman and angrily grabbed a piece of toast.

On the long table behind them, Cedric turned his head and whispered to Roman:

"Don't mention flying, he just had an accident during his flying class yesterday."

"He doesn't fly well?" Roman leaned up and leaned his head over to ask in a low voice.

"No, he flew very well, but unfortunately he flew too well." Cedric's voice was filled with laughter.

Roman turned around and saw Cedric gently stuffing the bread into the pumpkin porridge and scooping it up with a spoon.

Understood.

When a person is talented at something, he often wants to show it off among his peers.

But a newcomer can never be a good showman.

No wonder Roger's head was still wet when he arrived at the History of Magic classroom yesterday.

It turns out that he went to the Black Lake to become the Lake Thief King.

After breakfast, the Gryffindor and Slytherin students walked onto the field distinctly, preparing for their first flying lesson.

They were so excited and came so early that Mrs. Hooch hadn't arrived yet.

Roman was at the end of the queue, so he took out his notes and sat on the ground, leisurely enjoying the waves of green grass in the morning breeze.

10 minutes later, Mrs. Huo Qi flew from the sky on a broomstick.

She has short gray hair and yellow eyes. She is followed by a bunch of brooms, just like an eagle with a flock of eagle cubs behind her.

"One person each, stand still."

The brooms lined up in front of the little wizard and landed on the grass.

Everyone looked at the worm-eaten, hairless flying broom in front of them. Before their anticipation could even subside, they were filled with tension.

Looking at the nervous people, Mrs. Huo Qi even thoughtfully said that she had prepared several spare brooms, ready to replace those that were unable to carry people flying.

But obviously, this makes everyone more worried.

"Put your right hand over the broom handle," cried Mrs. Hooch ahead, "and say, 'Get up!'"

Only about half of the broom rose from the grass, and the rest just rolled around.

Roman looked at the bare broomstick in his hand and raised his hand helplessly.

"Mrs. Hooch - I can't seem to hold on to this broom."

The broom twisted its body in response, lost its buoyancy and fell to the ground.