if i am not me

In the second week, an announcement posted in the Slytherin common room got the first-years excited that Thursday of this week would be their long-awaited flying lesson, even though it was damned brutal The disrespectful Gryffindors went together, but it didn't affect their enthusiasm for flying at all.

Draco talked about Quidditch all day long, even if most of the time he was complaining arrogantly about the restrictions on first-year students joining the Quidditch team.And Harry, I don't know if he has never been in contact with Quidditch. He always sits in a corner and wanders away when everyone is happy and foaming.Thinking about it, only he himself knows that it's just because he wants to fly crazy, so he uses the memories of the past to talk about comfort.

Campus life is undoubtedly relaxed and comfortable, which gives Harry enough time and energy to pay attention to Quidditch, the latest candy and toys, weird prank magic, and, like other children, pay attention to the "Darkness of Life" boy".

There is never a lack of gossip in the school. Now that the flight class is about to start, all kinds of related topics are unanimously sought after by the first-year students.One of the most heated discussions was, of course, Neville's views on flying as the "Boy Who Lived" - even after Neville had repeatedly claimed that his grandmother never let him touch a broomstick.

When he heard the news, Harry was sitting on the soft and comfortable sofa in the common room, fighting with Draco on the chessboard.Seeing Blaise talking about the latest news, Harry sincerely admired Mrs. Longbottom's wisdom and wisdom. Neville can cause endless accidents on the ground. If he goes to the sky, then Got it...?

And just like that, with all the buzz surrounding it, Thursday finally arrived.

It was a sunny day with a gentle breeze. At 03:30 in the afternoon, Harry and Draco, who had already made full preparations, waited in front of the hall for Ron, who had arrived late.Facing the warm sunshine, the three of them hurried down the steps together with other students. Their destination was an empty meadow in front of the castle, where they would start their first flying lesson.

A group of people quickly stepped out of the magnificent gate of the castle, walked down the slightly sloping grass, and stood on a flat lawn.The green grass swayed slightly under their feet, and not far from the lawn was the Forbidden Forest, where the dense green trees swayed in the wind.

At this time, more than 20 flying broomsticks have been neatly arranged on the grass. Although they are a bit worn out, a group of people still stare at them with longing eyes, until they have short gray hair, and they are refreshed but serious. When Mrs. Huo Qi came to them, she reluctantly looked away.

Mrs. Hooch quickly glanced at the children who were expressing their excitement with her hawk-like brown eyes, and suddenly said sharply, "Okay. What are you waiting for?" She said, "Everyone stand up to Next to a broomstick. Hurry, hurry, hurry up."

Harry looked at the broomstick in front of him. It was worn out and old, with some branches poking out in all directions.Sighing faintly, Harry secretly warned himself not to be greedy, but at the same time couldn't stop his yearning for the fire.

"Put your right hand over the broom," called Mrs. Hooch ahead, "and say, 'Get up!'"

"Get up!" everyone shouted.

Without any surprise, Harry's broom jumped into his hands almost immediately, stroking the rough mustard seeds on the broom, Harry felt as if he was soothing the broom, and seemed to be soothing himself.

Drake, who also got the broom on the first try, unsurprisingly caused a series of envious exclamations from around, while Ron stared at the broom hopping around his feet angrily, wishing he could go up and kick it. It kicked, why couldn't this thing fall into his hands peacefully?Of course, it wasn't just Ron who was frustrated. Hermione stared blankly at the broom that rolled on the ground and then stopped moving, frowned, thinking deeply about whether she had said the word "get up" just now. There was a mistake in pronunciation, which led to the current situation.As for Neville, who received the most attention, he was staring blankly at the motionless broom on the ground, plucking his hair, with a sad face.

Finally, some brooms that were not working well jumped into the hands of the students, and Mrs. Hooch began to show them how to ride a broom.After the demonstration, she walked up and down in the team, correcting all kinds of weird postures for them.After she feels that the students have almost mastered it, today's highlight will begin.

Seeing the excited little faces of the children, Mrs. Hooch took out a whistle from her pocket and hung it around her neck, "Okay, when I whistle later, you kick your feet hard, Get off the ground."

Receiving the students' eager response, Mrs. Hooch also showed a slight smile, "Remember the essentials, hold the broom firmly, rise a few feet, then lean forward slightly, and fall vertically back to the ground. Listen to my whistle. Three—— two--"

"Ah—" However, a scream broke Mrs. Hooch's countdown.Before she could finish reading, Neville was carried up into the sky by his broom with a "chuckle".It was also at this time that Harry suddenly remembered that it seemed that Neville had contributed a lot to his being able to enter the team in the first grade...

Neville, who was already very nervous, was riding on the broom that had become uncontrollable due to his panic. The up and down vibration not only made him scream, but also the children standing firmly on the ground. There was a rapid exclamation.

"Come back, child!" Mrs. Hooch cried anxiously, but it was of no avail.Twelve feet... twenty feet.Harry, who has good eyesight, can even see Neville's terrified, pale face. At this moment, he is terrifiedly looking at the ground that is rapidly moving away below. broom.

Do you need help?This thought flashed through Harry's mind, and there seemed to be no reason not to help - no matter what, Neville was also a good comrade in arms who had advanced and retreated together. Although the friendship was still not as good as that of Ron and Hermione, it was still true. Not a casual acquaintance, and with Neville, Harry didn't think he could watch him get hurt indifferently.What's more, now he is still the "Boy Who Lived" that has attracted much attention. If the incident really happened as he remembered, the child's spiritual trauma will be far greater than the physical one. ...

As the saying goes, words can be feared.Harry had always thought that Neville was still too young, and that he should have enjoyed a relatively peaceful first year instead of suffering from ridicule now that college life had just begun.

Cursing himself for being nosy, Harry came to the back of the crowd while the other students were looking up in confusion, and quickly took out the holly wand hidden in his pocket.At this time, Neville was gradually feeling exhausted, his sweaty little hands were weakly loose, and he was about to slip off the broom.Quietly pointing his wand at Neville's broom, Harry opened his mouth and said a spell silently.

Suddenly, the broom that looked like a wild horse suddenly stopped rioting, and even tilted to support Neville, who had already slid half of his body off the broom, and slowly returned to the ground after circling a few times in the sky. .

As soon as Neville's feet touched the ground, he was surrounded by children swarming up. Some praised him for miraculously returning to the ground after flying so high and so fast, and some looked at him who had already turned pale. His face was bloodless, and he spoke softly to comfort him.Mrs. Huo Qi went up to check him carefully, and she let go of her high heart until she confirmed that there was not even a scratch on his body.

Neville was safe and sound, which made Harry heave a sigh of relief, but in an instant, a sense of exhaustion swept over his body violently, making him feel slightly dizzy—as expected, he still uses this advanced spell now. Too much.Just as he was stroking his aching forehead with his fingers, Harry was suddenly pulled into a warm embrace, and his staggering feet became stable because of the support from the people behind him.

A flash of surprise flashed in Harry's eyes, and when he turned his head, he saw Draco's blue eyes shining with unknown meaning.

Suppressing the surprise in his heart, Harry hooked the corners of his mouth pretending to be calm, and withdrew from Drake's embrace as if nothing had happened, "Uh...thank you."

"You're welcome." Draco looked at Harry quietly, and then said softly after a long while.

Harry was almost sure that Draco had discovered something, otherwise the kid wouldn't have treated him this way.Biting his lip, he swallowed the words of explanation after deliberation - even if he wanted to explain, it was not here, and now, it was still class time.

Neville was not injured, so the course would continue, but due to the double loss of magic power and spirit, Harry no longer had the strength to soar freely in the blue sky in the following time.After finally surviving get out of class, he dragged his exhausted body and walked behind everyone, silently listening to the far-fetched and completely meaningless conversation between Drake and Goyle, and silently sighed for the Nth time.