Readers at Hogwarts

After visiting Hagrid, Ryan returned to his room. Ryan took out the ring given by Xiu Xiu from his pocket. There were mysterious and complex patterns on the surface of the ring. The content of the pattern was a bit like a sword and a cane. , the material of the ring is a bit like wood, but it has the same sense of quality as metal. .

Ryan tried to put the ring on the finger of his right hand. Who knew that the ring was originally larger than Ryan's finger, but when he put it on his finger, the ring suddenly shrank to a size that just matched Ryan's finger.Ryan tried to take off the ring, but found that he couldn't take it off, as if the ring was originally on his finger.

After Ryan tried many times to no avail, he could only let the ring wear on his hand.

While Ryan was battling wits with the ring, Harry was worried about his first flying lesson. After all, Harry had never ridden a broomstick since he was a child, not even once. Harry kept worrying about whether he would ever fly again. If the broom falls, will it not be able to fly at all?

Especially, this time, Gryffindor and Slytherin were together for the flying lesson, which meant that Harry had to endure the ridicule from Draco, "What bad luck," Harry said dejectedly, "Sure enough, not More than I expected. Riding a broomstick and making a fool of himself in front of Malfoy."

"It's not certain that you're going to make a fool of yourself," Ron said rationally. "I know Malfoy always brags about how great he is at Quidditch, but I bet he's just talking big."

Draco talked all day about flying.He complained loudly that the first years were not eligible for the House Quidditch team, and he told long, boastful stories that always ended with his narrow escape from a Muggle helicopter.

But he wasn't the only one making such big claims: from the way Seamus Finnigan sounded, it seemed like he had spent much of his childhood flying around the wilderness on a broomstick.Even Ron, if anyone cared, would tell of the time he nearly hit a hang glider while riding Charlie's old broomstick.

Neville had never ridden a broomstick in his life because his grandmother never let him get close to one.Harry secretly felt that his grandma was very reasonable. Neville could always cause endless accidents even if his feet were firmly planted on the ground.

Harry was actually more worried about Seamus than Neville. Harry imagined Seamus riding a broom and always felt that Seamus's broomstick would explode under Seamus' control.

Harry hadn't received a letter since Hagrid's text, and an owl had brought Neville a small package from Neville's grandmother.Neville opened it excitedly and showed everyone a glass ball as big as a marble, which seemed to be filled with white smoke.

"It's a memory ball!" Neville explained. "Grandma knows I have a bad memory - it tells you if there's something you've forgotten to do. See, you hold it tight, like this, and if It turned red - oh" He suddenly made a long face, because the memory ball suddenly turned red and bright, "You forgot something, the bad thing is, I don't know what I forgot."

At 03:30 that afternoon, Harry, Ron and the other Gryffindor students hurried down the steps to the field in front of the door to prepare for their first flying lesson.It was a clear, breezy day, and the grass rippled slightly beneath their feet as they walked quickly down the sloping lawn toward a flat lawn on the opposite side of the field.Beyond the lawn was a forest, with dark trees swaying in the wind in the distance.

The Slytherin students were already there, and twenty broomsticks were neatly arranged on the ground.

The flying teacher, Mrs. Huo Qi, is here.She has short gray hair and her eyes are yellow, like the eyes of an eagle.

"Okay, what are you waiting for?" she snapped. "Everyone stand next to a broomstick. Quick, quick, hurry up."

Harry glanced down at his broomstick. It was old and battered, with branches protruding in all directions.

"Stretch out your right hand and put it on the broom handle," Mrs. Hooch shouted from the front, "and then said: 'Get up!'"

"Get up!" everyone shouted.

Harry's broom immediately flew into Harry's hand. Harry looked at the broom in disbelief and then looked around. Ron was still shouting at the broom on the ground. It didn't take long for Malfoy to succeed, but it was too big. Some of the little wizards were still shouting loudly.

"Okay, when I whistle, you kick your legs off the ground and push hard." Mrs. Huo Qi said, "Hold the broom steadily, lift it up a few feet, then lean forward slightly and fall vertically back to the ground. Listen. My whistle—three—two—"

However, Neville was too nervous and was afraid of being left on the ground, so before the whistle touched Mrs. Hooch's lips, he kicked hard and flew away.

"Come back, child!" cried Mrs. Hooch, but Neville rose straight up like a cork from a bottle—twelve feet—twenty feet.

Harry saw his frightened, pale face looking down at the ground that was rapidly retreating, and saw him gasping for air with his mouth wide open, sliding down the side of the broom handle, and then - bang - falling, a violent impact, and Neville faced him. Lying face down in the grass, huddled in a ball.His broomstick was still rising higher and higher, and then began to slowly float towards the Forbidden Forest and disappeared.

Mrs. Hooch bent over Neville, her face as pale as Neville's.

"The wrist is broken." Harry heard her whisper, "Okay, kid - it's okay, you get up."

She turned to the rest of the class and said, "I'm sending this child to the hospital. No one of you is allowed to move! Put the broomstick back where it belongs. Otherwise, you will be kicked out of Hogwarts before you can even say 'Quidi'." The door is open. Come on, honey."

Na Cheng's face was streaked with tears. He grabbed his wrist and limped away with Mrs. Huo Qi.Mrs. Hooch put her arms around him.

"Wait, so after that, you and Draco rode a broomstick together in the sky to start a battle for the memory ball, and then happened to be discovered by Professor McGonagall. As a result, Professor McGonagall not only did not punish you, but made you Gryffindor's Seeker, is that it?" Ryan interrupted Harry's narration.

"Yes, but how do you, how do you know, I haven't said that yet." Harry looked at Ryan in confusion in front of him, who told what would happen next.

"This matter has spread throughout the school. Although Laclau doesn't care much about these little things, there are still people talking about you." Ryan shrugged and chuckled.

"Well, I think Ron and his two brothers must have been talking about it everywhere." Harry didn't have to wonder who was spreading the word, "But let's not worry about it for now, Ryan. I think I need your help."

"What's wrong, you don't want me to tell you how to play Quidditch, do you? Then I can only regretfully tell you that I haven't played it either." Ryan waved his hand, "After all, I've never really liked riding. Broomstick.”

"No, no, it's not about Quidditch." Harry shook his head quickly. "It's Malfoy. He's going to have a duel with me at midnight today. I hope you can teach me some practical spells, or you can Come with me once, I'm worried about Malfoy's tricks, you know, I've only been exposed to magic for a short time."

"So that's what happened, okay," Ryan agreed after hearing this. "However, you don't have to worry too much about Draco. Although he has a bit of a bad character, with the honor of the pure-blood family, he is not There will be intrigues, especially after Ron's brother publicized this duel everywhere."

"Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just in case, it's better to be on guard." Harry said with a frown.

"Okay, I will go find you when the time comes. Don't worry, Harry." Ryan comforted.

"Then, Ryan, now teach me some magic spells that are useful in duels." Harry requested.

"Okay, let me think about it, let's start with grinning and hula-la."

"it is good."

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