Hogwarts lazy snake

On Thursday afternoon, on the lawn of the Hogwarts Quadrangle, young wizards from Slytherin and Gryffindor houses were riding on their broomsticks under the guidance of Madam Hooch.

They rode their broomsticks in an orderly manner in the air. The breeze blew by, bringing a slight coolness and making the corners of the little wizards' clothes flutter gently.

Among the crowd, there were two young wizards, Draco and Harry, who had been enrolled in the college's Quidditch team and trained for more than a month.

At this moment, Draco Senza Slytherin, wearing his uniform robe, stood out among the crowd, riding on a broomstick with an upright posture.

His eyes revealed confidence and pride. He gently pulled the end of the broom handle and flexibly turned it in the air, which immediately attracted exclamations and cheers from the people around him.

As for Harry, he was naturally wearing Gryffindor clothes. Seeing Draco do such a cool turn, he gripped the broom blade tightly as if he had merged with the flying broom and accelerated rapidly.

Moving quickly in front of everyone's eyes like a flash of lightning.

Of course, in addition to being dazzling, Horn was also "eye-catching". He sat horizontally on the broomstick, stuffing some snacks into his mouth from time to time while trying to avoid being noticed by Madam Hooch.

However, what Horn didn't know was that Madam Hooch had already noticed him.

If Draco and Harry's flying talent is top-notch, then Horn is top-notch.

Compared to the difficulty of riding a broomstick, it is even more difficult to sit sideways on a broomstick and control it with extreme stability.

Horn looked leisurely, as if he was not in class but enjoying the scenery.

Although Horn felt that riding a broomstick was a bit indecent, he didn't ride it. He just lay on it sideways.

After all, the feeling of soaring in the sky is truly intoxicating.

Sitting on the broom, Horn looked at the little wizards around him flying freely on their brooms.

I felt deeply moved.

In the secular world, humans have to go through numerous difficulties and hardships to fly, and they can only fly with the help of equipment.

However, flying in the magic world is much simpler. As long as you have magic power in your body and some flying props, you can even use magic to fly if you become powerful enough.

It is a wonderful thing that the dreams of mankind for thousands of years have shown different developments in two different worlds!

At the same time, Harry and Draco's eyes met in the air.

They seemed to understand what was in each other's eyes, so they decided to have a competition at the same time.

Harry spoke first, his eyes full of fighting spirit: "Draco, let's see who can fly faster!?"

Draco was just in tune with this request. He raised his chin and said in a disdainful tone: "Why not? Come on, Harry!"

So the two of them flew towards Mrs. Hodge, obtained her consent and invited her to be the referee.

As the game started, the two rushed out like arrows, chasing each other in the air at a speed that was dazzling.

Sometimes they dive, sometimes they rise, and sometimes they make sharp turns, showing excellent flying techniques and cool flying skills, just like two nimble birds flying.

The little wizards around watched the game nervously with their eyes wide open, and some of them were even whispering.

"Wow, that move Malfoy just made seems like a classic Seeker technique."

"Yes, I heard that this move plays a significant role in Quidditch games."

"But that Harry Potter isn't weak either. Look at the dive he made just now. It was similar to the movements of a certain legendary pursuer."

Even their friends were no exception and started discussing it.

Carlotta clapped her hands excitedly and shouted loudly: "Come on!"

As to whether it was directed at Harry or Draco, it is unknown, but it is possible that he was cheering for both of them at the same time.

Neville on the other side looked at them with admiration and murmured to himself: "I wish I could fly so fast."

Neville's flying skills have improved from the beginning when he couldn't even fly properly and had no control over it to now when he can still fly on a broomstick like a normal little wizard.

Hermione's eyes revealed a gleam of wisdom as she analyzed: "I heard from them that they might have a chance to play this year. With such outstanding flying skills, they should be able to shine in the school Quidditch competition."

Feilier also watched the two people's exciting aerial competition with a nervous look on her face, her eyes revealing anticipation.

On the other hand, Ron and Pansy were competing to see who would win between Draco and Harry.

With his arms folded across his chest, Ron said firmly: "That must be Harry. Harry's flying skills are very good."

Although his tone was firm, his eyes were vacillating between Harry and Draco, full of trepidation. He didn't know who would win, after all, they looked evenly matched.

As for Pansy, one of Malfoy's loyal supporters, she snorted unconvinced and refuted Ron's point of view: "Draco will win, his talent is unmatched!"

The two of them were arguing with each other, neither giving in.

Even Draco's two little followers were cheering for Draco.

While everyone was watching intently, no one was paying attention to Carlo, who was looking at the graceful figures of Harry and Draco in the air.

"Go ahead, ride your broomsticks up there. They shouldn't be the only ones to be the center of attention..."

"You, Carlo, are not inferior. You are also a noble among pure-blood wizards..."

Suddenly, a series of bewitching voices came into Carlo's mind. As the voices continued to enter Carlo's mind, Carlo had always been jealous of the two's outstanding performance.

He felt that he should be the focus of everyone's attention, so he challenged them: "Humph, you two are just like this, just watch me, I will be better than you!"

After saying that, he rode on his flying broom to chase after him. Carlo didn't realize that when that cunning voice appeared, his eyes were filled with bloodshot and turned red.

Carlo was riding on a flying broom in the air. He took out his magic wand and aimed it at the broom under his crotch. He uttered a long series of unknown syllables like chanting a sutra, and then transmitted a strange wave from the magic wand to the broom.

Suddenly, his flying broom seemed to be injected with powerful stimulants, and its speed soared several times.

He quickly caught up with Draco and Harry who were also in the race.

However, Harry and Draco, who were closer, did not notice Carlo suddenly approaching from behind.