Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

Chapter 67: Not Too Bad Flying Lesson

If things go as expected, in a flying lesson with Neville involved...it's almost certain that he will be the first to have an accident.

Draco also remembered something and rubbed his eyebrows with a headache.

"That idiot Longbottom... I guarantee that he will mess up the flying lesson."

Harry was also a little dejected.

"You're right, that's too bad... I've been looking forward to this flying lesson for a long time."

Amanta shook her head and asked Draco.

"Draco, you can ride a broomstick, right?"

"Of course! My skills are superb, but..." Draco frowned in disgust, "You don't want me to help hold him back, do you?"

"Of course I plan to go by myself, but I just wanted to ask if you would help... I heard that Neville's grades in Herbology are very good... But the Herbology for the three of us... um."

Amanta blinked.

"Our SO team needs exactly this kind of talent."

This is a great opportunity to improve Neville's favorability.

By the way, maybe it can also save their bad image in school.

"How can your tiny body stop that big fool Longbottom... Never mind, let me do it."

Draco anxiously smoothed his oily platinum hair and said helplessly.

"It's okay, there's still Harry."

Amanta looked at Harry.

Harry waved his hands quickly: "Forget it. I'll be thankful if I don't end up like Longbottom..."

Amanta patted his shoulder: "Harry, I'm counting on you."

……

After three o'clock in the afternoon, they walked down the steps out of the gate of Hogwarts Castle and came to a flat lawn in front of the castle.

There are already two rows of brooms neatly placed on the ground.

The Slytherin students had been waiting here for a long time, but the Gryffindor students had not arrived yet.

"Have all the Gryffindors been eaten by slugs?" Draco complained.

"Who knows? Anyway, it's not time for class yet... Of course I can't wait."

Harry ran over to the two rows of brooms and looked at them curiously.

"This broom is nothing like Amanta's...it feels like a Muggle sweeping broom."

Amanta found a patch of grass and sat down.

As the breeze blew, she pushed aside a few strands of light golden curls that were in the way and looked out at the dark forbidden forest in the distance.

A section of the forbidden forest near the center was visibly burned black... and even a little bald.

“That fire looked horrific.”

Bryce walked over to them, also looked into the distance and made some comments.

The trio was suddenly embarrassed.

Amanta nodded seriously: "It's really evil that someone could do such a thing as setting a forest on fire."

"..."

Draco and Harry looked at her with eyes that seemed to be hesitant to speak.

Fortunately, Blaise was still looking into the distance and didn't notice anything unusual about Draco and Harry.

"I have a bad feeling... the Dark Lord might be coming back, right?"

He glanced sharply at Amanta's expression.

Amanta looked normal.

"Who knows? We always have to prepare for the worst."

As they talked, the Gryffindor students had already arrived on the lawn one after another, followed by Madam Hooch.

She had very short light gray hair and a pair of bright yellow eyes like an eagle.

"What are you waiting for? Each of you has a broom. Stand next to the broom. Hurry up."

she snapped.

They quickly stood over a broom.

"Put your right hand on your broomstick and yell, 'Get up!'"

Madam Hooch blew her whistle, signaling everyone to start practicing.

"stand up!"

Amanta, Draco, and Harry's brooms immediately jumped into their hands.

Harry exclaimed excitedly: "Great!"

The same was true for most Slytherins. Amanta guessed that it might be because of their backgrounds, as they had all had more or less contact with flying brooms before.

The situation in Gryffindor is a bit bad.

"stand up!"

Dean's broom rolled lazily on the ground.

"Get up! Get up! Get up!—"

Neville shouted loudly, his face flushed red, but his broom lay motionless on the ground.

beep—

Madam Hooch waited a moment and then blew her whistle.

She personally demonstrated the correct way to ride a broom, then walked around the crowd, correcting everyone's way of holding the broom.

Amanta kept watching Neville out of the corner of her eye.

After all, Neville could go wrong at any time and anywhere.

Next she would have to ride the broom, so she had to be extra alert.

Madam Hooch blew the whistle again: "Okay, when I blow the whistle again, you push your legs hard, lift yourself a few feet off the ground, and then lean forward - slowly fall back to the ground, and listen to my whistle -"

Yes, it's here!

Amanta immediately glanced in Neville's direction.

Neville was indeed too nervous. Before Madam Hooch blew the whistle, he kicked off the ground and rose higher and higher.

Five feet, ten feet—twenty feet—

His face turned pale and he looked under the broom in fear. His body leaned forward more and more and he was about to slide off the broom.

Everyone raised their heads and looked at him in horror.

A figure suddenly appeared beside Neville who was about to fall off his broom.

"Neville, don't look down there."

Amanta grabbed the back of his cloak from behind and pulled his upper body back.

“Hoo—hoo, hoo—”

Neville was so frightened that he could not speak, but he gasped for air.

Draco flew over as well and grabbed Neville's other shoulder.

Neville's face was still pale, and he lowered his head to look at the ground. Fear seemed to have taken over his brain, and he didn't even realize that he had been caught by two people.

"Beautiful!" cried Madam Hooch. "Bring him down here, and be careful—"

"Hold on, let's take him down together." Draco said.

"it is good."

They each grabbed Neville's shoulders, trying to hold him down to land.

Neville was pressed forward at an angle by them, and the broom began to descend slowly and steadily.

A shiny glass ball suddenly slipped out of Neville's robe pocket.

Below the glass ball, Ron was watching the show.

"what!!"

There was a cry of surprise from the crowd, but Ron was still looking up, staring blankly with his mouth wide open -

Just as the glass ball was about to hit his head, whoosh—

A figure flashed quickly above Ron's head.

Ron, Seamus and Dean beside him were hit by the man and they all rolled on the lawn.