HP Princess bravely enters Hogwarts

The sun shone in every corner of the Hogwarts Great Hall, and countless owls flew into the hall as the lunch bell rang.

They flapped their wings, shuttled among the students, and dropped packages of various sizes.

The students gathered around their packages excitedly and talked about them.

Amid a group of excited students, a gray owl suddenly flew down above the heads of Cygnus and Draco and dropped a beautiful package.

Draco eagerly took it and opened it carefully.

Inside the package was a box of colorful candies that exuded an enticing aroma.

Draco's eyes sparkled with excitement. He picked up a candy and said proudly, "Look, this is the candy my mother sent me!"

"These were all made by my mother. If anyone wants to try some, feel free to come and get them." Draco raised his chin proudly, showing his arrogant temperament as a young master.

Then he carefully cut the steak into small pieces and gently pushed it in front of Segnus. "Sister, you need to eat more. You still look too thin."

Pansy Parkinson, who was standing by, carefully cut the fruit and handed a forked piece of fruit to Cygnus' lips, smiling and saying, "I think you should eat more fruit. Your beautiful skin needs it, even though you are already incredibly beautiful."

Theodore Nott remained reserved, silently sliding the pumpkin juice to Cygnus's hand.

Segnus tasted the steak handed to her by Draco. The meat was tender and juicy. Paired with the piece of fruit handed to her by Pansy, the sweet and sour juice flowed between her lips and teeth, making her happy.

This warm atmosphere was something she had never felt in the palace before.

As the next Quidditch class approached, Cygnus stepped onto the field with her classmates.

On the sidelines, Madam Hooch's short hair shone like silver in the sun.

"Hurry up, everyone!" Madam Hooch urged vigorously. "Stop dawdling and stand by your brooms. Hurry!"

Harry Potter was looking down at his battered old broom, while Draco was glancing sideways at Harry calmly.

"Stretch out your right hand and place it on the broom handle!" Madam Hooch commanded. "Ready, shout 'Go'!"

"Get up!" With the command, the students responded loudly in unison.

Harry Potter's broom was the first to leap into the air, followed closely by Cygnus, whose movements were graceful and confident.

However, obviously not everyone can do this so well, and the situations on the field are varied.

Hermione's broom rolled in the dust but wouldn't rise into the air.

Neville's was as steady as a rock, not moving at all.

Ron, trying to control his broom, got smacked hard in the face by it.

Madam Hooch then demonstrated how to gracefully leap onto a broom without slipping off.

She moved through the queue, correcting everyone's grip. Harry and Ron secretly delighted when they heard her criticism of Malfoy.

"Listen, as soon as the whistle blows, you must jump up and get your broom off the ground," Madam Hooch instructed. "Hold on to your broom, fly a few feet in the air, tilt it gently, and then drop straight down. Watch for my whistle - three - two -"

But Neville was too nervous. He was afraid of being left behind, so he jumped up in a hurry before the whistle sounded.

"Hey, kid, what's the hurry!" Madam Hooch yelled, but Neville shot up like an arrow - twelve feet at a time, then twenty.

Segnus's eyes were fixed on the crumbling figure.

"Wow, this is not good." She muttered to herself, her brows slightly furrowed, and her mind worked quickly.

His face was as pale as paper, and his panicked eyes were grasping at the air for a lifeline, but caught nothing.

His body, like a kite with a broken string, slid weakly from the side of the broom.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid!" Segnus almost ordered herself. Her voice was clear and powerful, breaking the silence of that moment.

"Slowing spell!" She raised her wand high and the spell came out as smoothly as flowing water.

It was as if an invisible hand gently pulled Neville back when he was about to fall to the ground.

"Oh, thank God!" The students on the sidelines all breathed a sigh of relief. Neville's speed slowed down, as if he was caught by soft clouds, and finally he staggered to a safe area on the grass.

Segnus walked quickly towards him, a concerned smile on her face, but her eyes were filled with more calculation and ambition.

"Well done, Miss Malfoy!" Madam Hooch's voice came from a distance. She hurried to the scene with a serious face.

"Thank you, Madam Hooch." Signus responded politely, secretly observing the reactions of the students around her.

"The rest of you, remember this!" Madam Hooch's eyes swept across everyone present like a sharp sword, "No one is allowed to ride a broom without permission when I'm away."

Neville sat on the ground, his little shoulders shaking, tears in his eyes, looking like a lost child.

Madam Hooch patted him on the back, gently guided him to his feet, and walked him towards the hospital wing.

Draco Malfoy, with a smug look on his face, found the memory ball that Neville Longbottom accidentally dropped, and his sarcastic laughter echoed in the air:

"Haha, if Longbottom could use this to remind himself, he probably wouldn't forget which part to land on!"

Harry Potter's eyes immediately became as firm as stone, staring straight at Draco, unabashedly asking him to return the Memory Ball.

At this time, Cygnus gently interrupted, her voice gentle but firm: "Forget it, Draco."

Draco looked unhappy. He sat on the broom and rushed into the sky, not forgetting to look back and provoke: "You want it? Then come and chase me!" After saying that, he threw the memory ball into the distance viciously.

Harry did not hesitate and followed closely. At the critical moment when the Memory Ball was about to have a "close contact" with the wall, he skillfully reached out and grabbed it, followed by a beautiful 360-degree turn. The Gryffindor classmates were instantly excited, with applause and cheers one after another.

At this time, Professor McGonagall walked out of the gate of Hogwarts Castle, watching the scene with sharp eyes, and motioned Harry to follow her.

Harry followed Professor McGonagall nervously, while Draco was gloating and talking to others, and the Slytherin students also joined in the fun.

He turned to Sensenas triumphantly and asked: "It seems that Potter is in trouble this time, sister, what do you think?"

Cygnus just smiled lightly, with a shrewd look in the corner of his eyes: "Oh, Draco, things are always full of variables. But to be honest, I always feel that Harry Potter can always get out of danger. After all, he is the unique savior."

The lunch bell rang on time, and Draco, led by his followers Goyle and Crabbe, swaggered up to Harry Potter.

Cygnus followed slowly from behind like a silent cat.

"Oh, are you going to have a farewell dinner, Potter?" Draco laughed sarcastically, "Are you going to ride your steam train back to that boring Muggle world later?"

Harry responded coldly, his eyes as sharp as a knife: "Farewell feast? Malfoy, you really should look in the mirror. You only dare to trouble me when you are in the company of these 'good friends'."

Draco's face turned pale instantly. Harry's words undoubtedly hit his sore spot.

Goyle and Crabbe were behind him, like two bound wild beasts. Although they had to swallow their anger in public, their fingers kept twisting, revealing their inner dissatisfaction.

"I'm always welcome to a one-on-one with you." Draco waved his wand provocatively.

"How about tonight? A proper wizard duel, wands only, no physical contact. Is that okay with you, Potter? Have you never heard of a real wizard duel?"

Ron turned his head and retorted firmly: "Of course he knows what a duel is. I will be his assistant. So, who is your assistant?"

Draco's eyes moved between Crabbe and Goyle, as if weighing their worth, and then his eyes suddenly lit up and fixed on Cygnus.

"She will be my assistant, Cygnus," he announced triumphantly. "Meet me in the trophy room at midnight. The door there is always open for us. I hope my sister won't beat you to tears."

After saying this, he strode away with Segnus.

Harry looked at Cygnus' back, his heart surging.