Became good friends with the Boy Who Lived

Hermione on the side asked anxiously in a low voice: "How did you do it?"

Aeris groaned and said, "Try to imagine yourself flying through the sky on a broom."

Hermione frowned and closed her eyes, as if she was struggling with something. "The most important thing is confidence," Aries whispered, "You have to believe that the broom will definitely fall into your hands..."

Before Aris finished speaking, Hermione shouted firmly, "Come up!" Her broom hesitated for a moment, but still "jumped" into her hand. Hermione grabbed the broom with an expression of disbelief. She looked at Aris, who smiled at her encouragingly.

When most people had their brooms in hand, Madam Hooch said loudly, "Now, I want you to ride on your brooms. When I blow the whistle, you should fly up slowly, circle around the grass, and then land steadily. Are you ready? One... two..."

Before Madam Hooch blew the whistle, Neville's broom seemed to be out of control, and it rushed out with a "whoosh" and flew higher and higher.

Neville screamed in fear on his broom. Madam Hooch shouted, "Mr. Longbottom, what are you doing? Get down quickly." She took out her wand and wanted to do something, but the frightened Neville lost his grip and fell off the wildly swinging broom.

Aeris quickly took out his wand, muttered something, and pointed the tip of the wand at the lawn where Neville landed. In an instant, the grass on that lawn grew and tangled wildly, becoming thick and dense.

Neville also fell on the straw mat. He didn't seem to be injured, but his whole body was shaking. He was terrified. Madam Hooch hurried over to check the situation.

"Oh! Poor child!" said Madam Hooch. "It seems that his arm was twisted by the swinging broom. I will take him to Madam Pomfrey. If I see even a broom flying in the sky before I come back, I will make sure that person gets out of Hogwarts before he touches Quidditch!"

"That's right!" Madam Hooch looked at Aris with appreciation as she helped Neville up. "Ten points for Gryffindor!"

Madam Hooch took Neville to the hospital ward. Aris waved his wand and the straw mat returned to its original state. Hermione looked at Aris with envy and jealousy, while Harry praised him, "Great!"

Draco picked up the memory ball from the ground, played with it, and said sarcastically: "Did you see the look of that idiot? If he had remembered to look at this memory ball often, he wouldn't have fallen from the sky."

Just as Aris was about to say something, Harry stood up and said indignantly: "Hand it over, Malfoy, it doesn't belong to you!" Several girls on the side also chattered and criticized Draco for being too harsh.

An ordinary-looking Slytherin girl stood up and sneered, "Patill, I didn't expect you would like Longbottom, who cries all the time!"

Aries retorted, "Ms. Parkinson, please don't overthink our friendship, but your harshness is quite compatible with my arrogant brother."

Pansy Parkinson blushed, then glared at Aris fiercely.

Draco sneered and said, "I'm going to put this thing where Longbottom can't reach it. How about the roof?" After that, he got on his broom and flew into the air. He had to admit that he flew very well.

Harry, who was furious, also got on his broom. Just as Hermione was about to stop him, Harry flew towards Draco. Draco, who was in mid-air, seemed not to have expected Harry to come towards him like this. He looked a little panicked and threw the memory ball far away.

Aris saw Harry chasing after him, rushing forward and grabbing something, which should be the memory ball, and then diving down, the broom stopped steadily about one meter from the ground. Harry let go of the broom and rolled over and lay on the lawn with his arms and legs spread out.

"Is this talent?" Aesop muttered to himself. Hermione asked in confusion, "Did you say anything?" Aesop shook his head.

The classmates gathered around and praised Harry loudly. Only Hermione said in a reproachful tone, "Do you know how dangerous you were just now..."

Before Hermione could finish her words of reproach, a more severe voice was heard: "Harry Potter, do you know how dangerous you were just now? You could have broken your neck!" Professor McGonagall walked over quickly with a serious face.

Draco laughed maliciously.

"Professor, this is not Harry's fault..."

Professor McGonagall: "Shut up, Mr. Weasley!"

"Professor, it was Malfoy who started the trouble first..."

Professor McGonagall: "Don't talk either, Miss Patil! Potter, come with me!"

Harry stood up, trembling slightly, and followed Professor McGonagall away.

It was not until lunch time that Harry appeared in front of everyone again. "Where have you been? Professor McGonagall didn't punish you, did she?" Ron asked impatiently.

Harry told everyone what had happened. "Seeker?" Ron said in surprise. "The school Quidditch team has never recruited first-year players. You may be the youngest seeker in the school's history!"

"It's been a hundred years," said Harry. "Professor McGonagall told me!"

Just as Harry was about to enjoy his lunch, an inopportune voice came: "You weren't expelled! Potter!" Draco walked over slowly and said in a drawled tone.

Harry retorted: "Now that you are back on the ground, with your two little followers to give you courage, you are more confident now, right, Malfoy!"

Crabbe and Goyle stared at Harry with gloomy faces. Aeris held his forehead helplessly. The two enemies started again.

"On the contrary," Ron said proudly, "Not only was Harry not expelled, he became the Seeker of the Gryffindor Quidditch team!" Ron looked so good that people who didn't know him would think he had become a Seeker.

Draco's face turned ugly. Aeris said, "Don't look so bitter, bro. Since Harry can become a seeker, you can too. Professor Snape will be willing to help you apply for it. You can have a fair fight on the court."

Draco's eyes lit up, and he chuckled, as if he had thought of something happy. Then he said with a serious look, "Potter, do you dare to duel with me? Have you never even heard of a duel?"

Harry looked confused, and Ron spoke first: "Of course he dares. I'm his deputy. Who is your deputy?"

Draco looked at Crabbe and Goyle and said slowly: "Goyle! Tonight, at twelve o'clock midnight, in the trophy display room. Of course... if you are scared, you don't have to come." After that, Draco took Crabbe and Goyle away, with a sinister smile on his lips.