Azkaban students at Hogwarts

Soon, Roman got another old and worn broom.

Although its branches are sticking out all over the place, at least it has branches.

Mrs. Hooch began to show them how to ride on a broom without falling off their heads.

She walked up and down the line, correcting their handshakes.

"More up!"

"Okay, okay, kid. You're not sweeping the floor!"

"Hold, but don't freeze! Relax."

"It's relaxed, not soft."

There is a huge gap between the young wizards.

The little wizard who had used a toy broomstick was more likely to make mistakes, and Mrs. Hooch had to correct them one by one.

The small movements that broke out from time to time in the team also made Roman understand the good intentions of Mrs. Huo Qi in taking out these broken brooms.

"If I find out who fights with a broom again, I can say goodbye to Quidditch forever!"

She blew the whistle desperately and stopped three fights.

Roman noticed that a certain broom had shed a few more branches.

"That's it, I'm begging you!"

"Stop touching that poor broomstick!"

Mrs. Huo Qi said begging, but her face didn't look good.

If anyone took her words seriously, they would be thrown into the goal like a quaffle.

"Now, when I whistle, you kick your legs off the ground and push hard."

Mrs. Hooch raised her whistle.

"Hold the broom steady, rise a few feet, then lean forward slightly and drop straight back to the ground. Listen to my whistle - three - two -"

A piercing whistle sounded.

Each little wizard kicked the ground hard, and the brooms left the ground, and then fell vertically.

Of course, there were also those who jumped on the spot and left the broom.

According to the theory that something will happen during flying lessons, Roman was very careful to stay one step behind others.

But things went surprisingly well.

Everyone did it very well - well, safely.

So he glared hard at the ground and stood up obediently.

He was suspended five feet above the ground, ready to fall.

The broom flew higher and higher obediently.

Flying higher and higher...

Then it rushed straight into the air with Roman, like a cork ejected from champagne.

Sitting up in shock while dying, the clown was actually myself.

Roman looked at Mrs. Ho Qi with her mouth wide open on the ground with a sad face.

He also wanted to go down, but unfortunately the broom seemed to be swinging in the air like crazy.

He tried to free one hand to reach for his wand, but the broom somersaulted on the spot and now he had to use his other hand to hang himself in the air.

"Give me your hand!" Mrs. Ho Qi appeared in mid-air, followed by several unmanned broomsticks.

Roman retracted his hand for the wand and stretched it towards Mrs. Hooch.

He grabbed Mrs. Hooch, then let go of the other hand, and the original broom fled away crazily.

The broomstick was not suitable for two people to ride on it. He tried to grab the broom behind Mrs. Hooch and reluctantly rode on it, but then it began to shake crazily.

Roman didn't hesitate and jumped onto the other broom.

It was bare, without even a branch on its tail to keep it balanced. It was trembling in the air and might fall at any time.

But just such a broom supported him to hover thirty feet in the air.

Roman tried another broom, but he was surprised to find that the other brooms trembled uncontrollably when he touched them.

He tried to urge the broom under him to land, but it seemed to ignore Roman's instructions and stayed in the air like an unmanned broom.

"Okay, it should be fine if you use a shock-absorbing spell at this height."

He pushed the broom head gently, preparing to force it down and then jump out of the car.

But when he pushed the broom, it rushed towards the distance like crazy.

Soon, he caught up with another escaping broom.

The two broomsticks were fighting almost crazily in the air, and even Mrs. Hooch's broom was left behind.I'm afraid they haven't been this fast since they came out of the factory.

Roman's broom wins!

It is bald, but also stronger.

It rides through the dust, leaving its companions with branches far behind.

Roman took out his wand and prepared to choose a flat grassy area to cast the shock-absorbing spell, but the broom flew straight over the dark Forbidden Forest.

Now there was no room for him to choose a landing place.

It was not his style to rush into the depths of the Forbidden Forest rashly, so he gently let go of his hand and let the broom throw him away.

But at this moment, another broom caught up with him.

Its handle penetrated Roman's fluttering robe, and then it rushed into the dense jungle with Roman hanging on it.

"ah-REST-ohmo-MEN-tum!"

Roman only had time to shout out the shock-absorbing spell before he was knocked off the broom by an oncoming branch.

When he opened his eyes again, he found that his body was covered with rough vines.

This is a thick and sturdy grapevine that grows wildly. It first erected a short trunk in an open space, and then allowed its branches to cling to the giant tree wantonly, carving out its own territory in the forbidden forest.

Its thick and thin branches are twisted and folded together, and the bark on the surface is withered and looks dying, but "a tree cannot be judged by its appearance" and it is not as dry as it looks.

It bears large, dense purple-red grapes that are completely different from carefully selected varieties.

Many of the fruits had fallen to the ground and began to rot, giving the air the smell of alcohol.

Roman slid down the gap to the ground and looked at the bottles and cans that fell out of his pocket with regret. They were scattered on the ground and smashed into pieces.

But fortunately, the truly precious things are protected by magic.

He stepped on the thick leaves and rotten grapes and carefully buried the broken medicine bottles.

Magical creatures may come here to look for food. Handling the magic potion carefully can effectively prevent crazy creatures from charging towards you.

Roman waved his wand, dug a large hole from the ground, and moved soil from elsewhere to bury it.

But as the fallen leaves and soil were lifted, a silver-white furry little guy fell out from the pile of leaves.

Are there wolves in the Forbidden Forest?

Roman looked at the little guy curiously, who was already drunk from fermented grapes.

"Wake up, do you still know my family?"

He picked up the little wolf and patted the fallen leaves and dirt on its snout.

Then his finger was caught in the mouth of the drunken wolf, and the tiny baby teeth couldn't even cut the skin on the back of his hand.

Such a small thing must have parents following him.

Roman held the wand in his hand and looked around warily.

But it was quiet in the forest, and there was no movement after a long time.

"Clear water is like a spring."

Roman's wand tip spurted a small stream of water, and he caught it with his hand, gently wiping the little wolf's face.

Goo!

The little wolf purred comfortably from his throat.

It opened its eyes in confusion and looked at the human in front of it, but ran away without fear.

"Aren't you afraid of people?"

Roman teased the tip of its nose curiously. Such a rare little guy must stroke it until it is bald.

He didn't expect that the little wolf raised two paws, first stroked his fur, and then pointed at Roman.

"Me? Same kind?"

Roman frowned. He was not shocked by the cub's IQ - after all, the creatures in the Forbidden Forest might even be able to solve math problems if they were in a hurry. Instead, he took out a small pocket watch from his pocket, opened the cover, and read Toward the mirror behind the lid.

His usually thick dark brown hair had turned into silvery white with slightly transparent ends.

This is a sign that he should take medication.

It's half a month earlier than last year.

"Does the same fur color mean the same kind?" Roman smiled and patted the little wolf on the butt. "Go home quickly. I have to go back to find the principal."

He took out a small bottle of survival potion from the pocket with the most protective spells on it, sighed, put it back into his robe, and walked towards the border covered with grapevines.

Only then could he discern the general direction.

But the little wolf bit his trousers with its deciduous teeth until he dragged him half a meter.

"small thing."

Roman rubbed its head and said in a very scumbag tone:

"Can you find me powerful magical animals? If not, I will find another old man."

Hey!

The little wolf raised one front paw and patted its chest, then howled in a milky voice.

For three seconds, Roman almost laughed.

But then, he heard a messy sound of horse hooves.

He watched with slight shock as a snow-white pony ran from a distance and stopped in front of the little wolf.

You are not running away from home in a group, are you?

Give up!

Different types are inappropriate!

But then, the little wolf used an almost weird movement to climb onto the horse with its four short legs staring at him.

It first raised its front paws and pointed at Roman's pocket where he kept the survival potion, and then patted the white horse under him vigorously.

Baima approached Roman with a stupid look on his face, obediently tilted his head into his arms, and tried to take the smooth potion bottle out of his pocket.

Roman watched blankly as it moved into his arms without any reaction.

Of course he discovered that both cubs were male.

Of course this is not important.

What's important is that he felt the subtle pressure of the white horse in his arms, and also saw the twisted lines of hair on its head.

This is a unicorn cub!