A sharp Hogwarts

Mrs. Hooch was far harsher than Dalia had imagined.

In fact, Dalia felt that Mrs. Hooch had the aura of a devilish physical education teacher.

Amidst Stinky Tofu's aggrieved whimpers, Mrs. Huo Qi led him to the other side of the field to stand.

Dalia, on the other hand, had to continue to stand there stupidly and call for the broom.

Draco Malfoy may be an annoying character, but his talent for flying isn't all bragging.

Apart from Harry, he was the only student in the class who successfully summoned a broom within three or four seconds.

Dalia and others had to endure Malfoy's annoying tuts, changing various tones in an attempt to get the broomstick to rise into their hands.

Ron was whipped hard with the stick by the broom, but Dalia managed to levitate the broom before Hermione could.

Dalia's flying talent is still slightly better than Hermione's... she is roughly ranked in the middle of the class, although there are only a few people in total.

Then Mrs. Hooch showed them how to ride on a broom without falling off their heads.

She walked around the group, correcting everyone's grip, and Harry and Daria were delighted to hear her criticize Malfoy for what he was doing wrong.

"Now, grab your broomsticks and mount up slowly—hold on tight, but be sure you don't slide off."

Mrs. Huo Qi was patrolling the team with her hands on her hips, her eagle-like eyes scanning the faces of every student.

"When I blow the whistle, I want each of you to immediately push your legs hard and fly into the air."

"First hold the broom steady and lift it a few feet."

"Hovering for a while, then the body tilted forward slightly and fell vertically back to the ground."

"Listen to my whistle, three-two-"

As Mrs. Huo Qi spoke, she picked up the whistle hanging on her chest and prepared to issue instructions.

At this moment, Dalia suddenly remembered a crucial unexpected plot:

In the first flying lesson in the original book, something happens to Neville!Neville would fall out of the air and break his wrist.

Although the result was a near miss, it also created an opportunity for Harry to be selected for the Gryffindor House Quidditch team.

but……

Sure enough, she still couldn't turn a blind eye!

Dalia turned her head and hurriedly looked at Neville beside her and shouted loudly.

"Neville! Don't push too hard, stay on the ground first-"

However, her warning was still half a second too late.

Neville was too nervous, too afraid of being left on the ground.

Before the whistle touched Mrs. Hooch's lips, Neville kicked hard and flew up.

"Come back, child!" Mrs. Hooch shouted sharply, "Mr. Longbottom, come down here immediately, do you hear me?!"

Mrs. Hooch obviously thought that she had encountered some disobedient thorn. She put her hands on her hips and frowned at the swaying Neville above.

But she soon realized it wasn't a prick - Neville looked completely unable to control his broom.

Neville flew straight up, like a cork bursting from a bottle.

Twelve feet—twenty feet—

Dahlia saw Neville's frightened, pale face looking down at the ground rapidly receding away.

He saw Neville gasping for air with his mouth wide open, sliding down from the broom handle and falling downwards like a stone.

"Stinky Tofu! Go! Neville! Quick!"

Dalia shouted, and the next moment, a gust of wind suddenly rose from the venue.

Mrs. Hoqi saw the little Thestral spread its wings and rushed towards Neville without any hesitation.

The Thestral flew faster than a broomstick, and before Neville could fall two meters, Stinky Tofu arrived at his side, opened his mouth and bit Neville's robe.

"Phew - thank God -"

Mrs. Huo Qi breathed a sigh of relief and put away the magic knife in her hand.

"Now you come down little by little, slowly, don't be in a hurry -"

As a former professional Quidditch player, her spell skills were not very good.

Neville's broomstick was still rising higher and higher, then turned around and floated towards the Forbidden Forest.

However, no one is paying attention to the broomstick that suddenly changed direction.

Everyone's attention was focused on Neville above - in the eyes of most young wizards, Neville seemed to be nailed in the air.

tear-

At this moment, the sound of tearing cloth suddenly sounded in the air.

The seam of Neville's robe collapsed and quickly turned into a big hole in a few seconds.

"no no--"

Neville struggled in horror, like a drowning man, and opened his hands to tightly hug the little Thestral next to him.

Woo-woo? !

Everyone heard Xiao Yeqi making a panicked cry.

Then, Neville seemed to turn into stone again and continued to fall rapidly towards the ground below.

Before everyone figured out what happened——

boom--

There was a crash, a violent crash, and Neville lay face down in the grass, huddled in a ball.

And among his painful moans, there was also a series of harsh whimpers.

"Neville!"

"Stinky tofu!"

Dalia reacted quickly, dropped her broom and ran towards that direction.

Mrs. Hooch reached the grass faster than she did. She bent down and looked down at Neville. Her face was as pale as Neville's.

"The jaw is misaligned," Dalia heard her whisper, "it's okay, it's not that high - it's okay -"

She turned to look at the other students in the class, her expression becoming particularly stern and irritable.

"Everyone stay on the ground now! I'll take Mr. Longbottom to the school hospital and put all the broomsticks back in their places!"

"Do you understand? If I saw a broomstick in the sky, the broomstick rider would be kicked out of Hogwarts before he could even say a word of Quidditch!"

Mrs. Hooch carefully helped Neville up, and at the same time showed a somewhat guilty and sad expression to Dalia.

"Well, the kid...it seems to have injuries to its wings and legs - Madam Pomfrey will heal it."

"Stinky tofu—well, don't be afraid, don't be afraid—I'll carry you over."

Dalia looked at the trembling piece of paper beside the grass and stroked it gently with some distress.

The five-day-old Thestral is not too heavy, and most of its parts still feel shriveled to the touch.

However, Dalia is worried about more than just stinky tofu.

Dalia hugged the stinky tofu and quickly followed Mrs. Hoqi's footsteps towards the castle.

Neville's face was streaked with tears, his chin was still bleeding, and there seemed to be a long gap made by a stone.

Chin, misaligned...

It's not the trick in the original plot...

Due to the appearance of stinky tofu, Neville seems to have... landed headfirst on the ground this time? !

…………

Hogwarts, school infirmary.

Madam Pomfrey is a gentle-looking woman.

Just like in the original novel, she cured Neville and Stinky Tofu effortlessly...

——Using her delicate and sharp scalpel——Dalia thought she would perform an operation at first.

Well, Dalia is no longer surprised by the knives in the hands of wizards. This is the situation in the world anyway.

Dalia is more concerned about another issue now...

With his own active intervention, some plots may become more serious.

"Luckily I didn't break my neck - otherwise I would have been in trouble."

Madam Pomfrey said, giving Neville one last look and giving Madam Hooch a reproachful look.

"If you ask me, those broomsticks in the school should have been replaced a long time ago. Even if they are not the latest models, at least they will stop causing problems."

"Then you have to find Professor Dumbledore..." Mrs. Hooch sighed.

In fact, she had mentioned purchasing a batch of Nimbus 2000 as teaching props.

However, although Dumbledore did not veto it, the application was still rejected by the school board on the grounds that there was no extra budget for flying lessons.

"Ah--"

Madam Pomfrey rolled her eyes, put away the scalpel in her hand, and said seriously.

"But you have to thank the child for the Thestral. If it were any higher, Mr. Longbottom might really break his neck."

"Well, I know—thank God—"

Mrs. Hoqi nodded, turned her head and looked at Dalia, who was holding "Air" and softly comforting her.

As Madam Pomfrey said, it's a good thing that this child is here, otherwise there might really be a big accident today.

I heard that this kid encountered difficulties from the board of directors and is still on probation—if he fails to pass the assessment, he will even be expelled.

perhaps……

Could she try to help this kid?

"Well...Miss Dursley-"

Mrs. Huo Qi hesitated for a moment, squatted down, looked into Dalia's eyes and said slowly.

"Would you be interested in serving as an assistant referee for the Quidditch House Cup... along with your Thestrals."

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There’s only one chapter tonight, sorry~