Rebirth: I am the strongest second generation of Harry Potter

At 3:30 in the afternoon, the little wizards who had flying lessons rushed out of the classroom and came to the outdoor venue.

Compared with Hector's mood, today's weather can be said to be very beautiful.

The clear sky and the cool breeze are really a perfect day for flying on brooms.

The flying class was held in an open field, which was a neatly trimmed lawn, not far from the Forbidden Forest.

There were two rows of flying brooms neatly arranged on the lawn, with a total of about twenty flying brooms.

The flying brooms looked very old.

Harry and Hector heard from Fred and George that the school's flying brooms were too old, which caused them to have problems all the time.

Some brooms would tremble when they flew too high, as if they were very reluctant to fly so high in the sky.

There were also two brooms that were slightly biased to the left.

If they were not controlled, the brooms would take you around in circles in the sky.

However, this could not offset the enthusiasm of the little wizards to fly high.

They gathered around the brooms and looked at these brooms that looked like products of the last century.

At this time, Madam Hooch came. She had short gray hair and two eyes like an eagle's eyes, golden yellow, looking extremely sharp.

""Okay, what are you all waiting for?" Madam Hooch said sternly,"Everyone stand next to a flying broom. Hurry, hurry up!"

Everyone quickly chose a broom without much selection. These antiques all looked very broken and were all in a similar state of tatters.

Take the broom in front of Hector, for example. It was broken and old, and the tail of the broom had obviously not been trimmed for a long time, and new branches had grown, which made it look not very aerodynamic.

""Stretch out your right hand and place it on top of the broom," Madam Hooch shouted from the front,"and say to your broom, 'Get up!’"

""Get up!" Everyone shouted, and

Harry's broom jumped from the ground to his hand. Ron and Hermione's brooms just hit the ground. And Hector, unfortunately, enjoyed the same treatment as Neville. Both of their brooms seemed not to hear their earnest shouts and lay motionless on the ground.

""Get up!" Hector's voice was more sincere this time, but the broom still didn't give Hector face, as if it had taken root in the ground.

Hector doubted whether someone wanted to play a prank on him. It shouldn't be, considering that he is the protagonist and has the super high talent of the Dumbledore family, it should be easy for him to subdue a broom as a mount. Even if he is not like Harry, at least he will not fall to the same level as Neville, the 'late-stage sword master and early-stage semi-dumb'.

He kicked the broom, thinking that it was either nailed or stuck to the ground by some spell. However, the broom turned over without giving face, looking very innocent.

Hector had some small ideas.

"Mr. Dumbledore, let the broom fly to your hand instead of hooking it with your foot." Madam Hooch was still very strict. She promptly exposed Hector's idea of taking a gamble.

Hector had no choice but to put the broom back on the ground.

Then Madam Hooch demonstrated to the little wizard how to ride on the broom without falling off it. She walked back and forth in the team, correcting the little wizard's hand shape, until she noticed Hector who was still shouting to get up.

Harry and Ron, holding brooms in their hands, surrounded them with the mood of watching the fun, which made Hermione on the side cast a curious look.

"That's not right," Hector squatted down and began to carefully study his broom, but he still couldn't find any problem with the broom.

Hector was a little skeptical, and said to Harry who was watching the fun next to him,

"You try this."

Harry obediently put the broom on the ground and put his hand on top of Hector's broom.

""Get up!" Hector's broom jumped into Harry's hand, and Harry's broom was rooted to the ground, motionless.

Ron and Harry laughed so hard that they fell backwards, leaving Hector and the different broom on the ground staring blankly.

Madam Hooch turned around and came back, quite surprised to find that Hector had not yet succeeded in summoning his broom. You know, even Neville, who was always the last one, had his broom in his hands. Although the broom looked reluctant, it was in Neville's hands anyway.

Why did Hector's broom seem to reject him so much?

""Well, Mr. Dumbledore, if it doesn't work, you can just pick it up. We are going to practice how to make the broom carry you to fly." Madam Hooch looked at Hector who had made no progress and made a concession reluctantly.

Not only the little snakes, but even the little lions beside them laughed rather unkindly, with Malfoy, Harry and Ron laughing the most.

Hector picked up the broom in a dejected manner. He glared at the broken broom in his hand fiercely and felt that today was really a terrible day.

""Okay, when I blow the whistle, you should kick off the ground with your legs, and push hard." Madam Hooch said,"Hold the broom steady, rise a few feet, then lean forward slightly and fall vertically back to the ground. Listen to my whistle, three, two, one!"

Neville rushed out without waiting for Madam Hooch to blow the whistle. Neville looked too nervous. He was afraid of being left on the ground, so he kicked hard in advance and flew off the ground before the whistle blew.

"Come back, boy!

" Madam Hooch shouted, but Neville didn't seem to be able to control his broom, and he flew higher and higher, ten feet, twenty feet, and���Neville didn't dare to look down at all.

He gasped for breath and tried to stick his body to the broom as much as possible, completely forgetting that this obviously violated the standard broom riding posture taught by Madam Hooch.

As expected, Neville soon slipped off the broom.

With a bang, he fell heavily to the ground, but fortunately, Neville fell into the grass.

As for the broom floating in the air, it rose higher and higher, then floated towards somewhere in the Forbidden Forest in the distance, and soon disappeared from everyone's sight.

Neville fell too fast, even though Hector, who was also riding on the broom, hurriedly unbuttoned his coat the moment Neville took off - in order to prevent the wand from falling out of the coat pocket during the flying lesson, Hector deliberately put the wand in the innermost pocket of the clothes.

What's more interesting is that Hector thought that even if his flying talent was not as good as Harry's, it should at least be on the same level as Ron's. So today, in order to prevent himself from being frozen by the wind during the flight, Hector specially wore a few more clothes.

When Hector took out his wand, Neville was not far from the ground. All Hector could do was to make Neville fall a little lighter, that's all.

Madam Hooch rushed over, she leaned over to look at Neville, and at this moment, their faces were equally pale.

"The wrist is broken," Huo Qi said in a very low voice,"Okay, kid, it's okay, you get up."

Ms. Huo Qi turned and looked at the other students in the class.

"I'm taking the child to the hospital, and none of you are allowed to move! Put the broomsticks back to where they belong, or you'll be kicked out of the Hogwarts gates before you can even say 'Quidditch'! Let's go, dear."

Madam Hooch still threatened the restless little wizard, and then helped Neville, who was limping with tears on his face, to walk towards Hogwarts.

The two figures soon disappeared from the little wizard's sight, and Hector then heard Malfoy's teasing laughter. He seemed to have come out of his social death in the morning. Not only that, his hostility towards Hector has become very obvious now, and he is no longer as restrained as when he first faced Hector.

Malfoy, who received his father's reply at noon, now has the support of his father and has returned to his initial state, the kind of state that I think everyone in the world is a piece of shit, and Dumbledore is just a traitor.

"Did you see his expression? That big fool, is there anyone who can't use a broom properly?"

Hector pricked up his ears, he felt like he was being pointed at. However, Malfoy was indeed right. In terms of using a broom, Malfoy and Harry were similar. They both had maxed out their flying talents and skipped the novice period. As for Hector, as far as flying was concerned, he could be said to have bought a house in the novice village. The little snakes in Slytherin laughed in cooperation.

""Shut up, Malfoy." Parvati Patil snapped

""Oh, protecting Longbottom?" said Pansy Perkins, a short, fat girl who looked ugly and looked like a poodle."I didn't expect that the chubby little crybaby would be so appealing to you, Patil."

"Look, Longbottom has left us a big surprise!" Malfoy was sharp-eyed and spotted a shiny object lying on the lawn. He rushed over and grabbed it.

"Isn't this something that the big silly Longbottom's grandmother gave him?"

The transparent memory ball sparkled in the sunlight.

""Give it here, Malfoy." Harry whispered, and the little lions and snakes stopped talking, their eyes drawn to him.

Malfoy smiled disdainfully.

"Otherwise, Potter, what can you do?"He kicked his feet and flew smoothly into the sky on his broom.

""Where should I put him? Let the big fool find him - how about a tree, or the highest tower?" Malfoy rode on his broom, looking very proud. He was suspended at about the same height as the top of the oak tree and shouted to Harry below.

""If you have the guts, just come up and get it."

Harry showed his reckless nature, and he got carried away by Malfoy's simple provocation. He got on the broom directly. Hermione wanted to persuade Harry not to be so impulsive, but Hector held her back in time.

Harry pushed the ground hard, and the worn-out broom showed a strength that was completely inconsistent with its appearance. The air blew through his hair, and his long hair fluttered behind him. Almost in an instant, Harry found that he had learned the skill of riding a broom without any instruction, as if it appeared in his mind all of a sudden, which made his flying simple and wonderful.

"It seems that the broom is not the problem."Hector looked at Harry who was very comfortable in the air, with only envy on his face.

It seems that Harry is still the protagonist. As for Ron, the commoner standing on the ground, forget it. After Hector discovered the beauty of controlled free fall, Ron's status as a shield in his heart plummeted.

Before he had time to think about it, Harry in the sky suddenly turned the broom and aimed it at Malfoy, who was still complacent just now. Harry was very happy to see the surprise in his expression.

"Bring it here, or I'll knock you off your broom," Harry stared at Malfoy.

"Now it's your turn to choose"

""Oh, really?" Malfoy seemed a little nervous now. He wanted to show that he didn't care about Harry's threat, but unfortunately, the expression on his face betrayed him.

Harry leaned forward and held the broom tightly with both hands. The broom under him was also very powerful and rushed towards Malfoy at a very fast speed. Malfoy seemed a little at a loss. He dodged awkwardly and laboriously, barely avoiding the speeding Harry. On the other hand, Harry pulled the broom skillfully and stopped it quickly, appearing very comfortable in the air.

Harry turned the broom and faced Malfoy again. Malfoy's panic was already very obvious.

"There's no Crabbe or Goyle here to protect you, Malfoy. Harry shouted.

Malfoy didn't want to make any more mistakes. Facing Harry, who was obviously more skilled, he thought it was acceptable to back down.

"Here, but you have to catch it!" Malfoy threw the memory ball far away, and the transparent crystal ball flew out at a very fast speed, which was particularly dazzling in the sun.

Hector saw Harry, who was suspended in the air, reacted quickly. He rode his broom to follow the trajectory of the crystal ball falling rapidly. Harry felt that the movement trajectory of the glass ball in front of him was like slow motion. He followed the crystal ball and accelerated to dive. The wind was whistling in his ears. Harry's mind was completely empty. At this moment, he only had eyes for the memory ball that was approaching quickly.

When it was still a foot away from the grass, Harry grabbed the memory ball, and then used only his remaining hand to straighten the broom, which allowed him to land on the lawn very smoothly. Accompanying Harry was not only the crystal ball shining in the sun, but also his smile from the heart.

"You still have to believe in Harry," Hector patted Hermione on the shoulder.

"After all, he is Harry, right?"

"Harry is really good at riding a broom," Hermione shrugged and pointed at Professor McGonagall who had appeared on the lawn.

"But the one who really needs to worry is Professor McGonagall."

"When did she appear?"Hector was so focused on Harry's battle of wits with Malfoy in the sky that he didn't notice the appearance of Professor McGonagall.

"It appeared just as Harry was getting on his broom. I was thinking I could deduct a few points from Slytherin, what a pity."

Hermione patted Hector on the shoulder.

"So, you still have to believe in Hermione," Hermione rolled her eyes,"After all, she is Hermione, right?"