Flying Lesson

After Madam Hooch left, the students all put down their brooms.

They began to discuss the speed and accuracy of Malfoy's spell just now.

Many of them said that if it were them, they probably wouldn't have reacted in time.

But not everyone had self-awareness.

Ron was very unconvinced.

"What's so great about it, it's just a jinx?"

Then he grinned, "Haha, will he be expelled for this? A jinx is a bit like Dark Magic, and the target was a classmate. Not to mention he's the son of a Death Eater, and his family isn't on the school board anymore!"

Hermione stuck out her index finger and shook it left and right, "But according to Professor Flitwick, the jinx is considered the simplest advanced spell. When we're in the higher years, the Defense Against the Dark Arts class will teach some jinxes. For example, the Blocking Charm, Impedimenta. Compared to the Shield Charm that Basil cast last time, it's much simpler."

"This spell is very interesting. When used on a living being, it produces a freezing effect. Miranda Goshawk's 'Standard Spells' states that this spell can temporarily freeze an attacker (for about 10 seconds), making it an essential weapon in duels."

"If it's purely cast on spells or the air, it can be used as a shield, turning the desired area into an invisible 'bog' that slows down any life or attack that enters it."

Ron's face drooped. He also pulled out his wand and pointed it at the grass.

"It's just a jinx, who can't do it."

"Slug Vomit!"

A green beam of light shot straight towards the grass.

Harry instinctively took a step back, "What are you kidding me!"

This reminded him of that green light.

Basil crouched down, observing the small patch of grass that had been hit.

On the blades of grass, a crystal-clear slug appeared.

He asked with interest, "What spell is this?"

Ron became smug, "The Slug Curse, it makes people vomit continuously, vomiting out shiny slugs."

Hermione pouted, "Ew, that's disgusting!"

Harry shook his head, "No, this spell is very useful."

"Especially the color," Basil and Harry exchanged a smile.

Fifteen minutes later, Madam Hooch returned with a completely indifferent Malfoy.

Ron let out a disappointed hiss.

Harry, however, felt inexplicably relieved.

Basil thought this might be because Malfoy wasn't frantically bothering him like in the original plot, but was instead being socially ostracized by his Slytherin classmates.

When Draco returned to the line, Goyle quickly moved to a position behind and to his left, like a follower.

Everything that followed went smoothly.

Madam Hooch taught them that when the broom was under their crotch, they could hover by pushing off the ground with their legs.

To return to the ground, they only needed to lean slightly forward to land vertically.

Similarly, to go left, they tilted left, and to go up, they leaned back.

The greater the tilt, the larger the turning angle in the corresponding direction.

Basil realized that it was essentially like a more comfortable, more advanced skateboard.

He quickly grasped the knack and flew smoothly.

Although not as good as Harry, he was about the same as Ron.

As for Neville.

Perhaps because Basil was watching him this time, he was no longer afraid.

He successfully took flight.

Although some flew very slowly and a bit wobbly, it was already quite good.

The voice Basil heard in his mind, confirming he had received 300 Gems, further proved this.

Harry was still flying very well.

He received praise from Madam Hooch, "I knew it! You're just as great as your father! There's even a trophy in the trophy room with 'James Potter' engraved on it!"

The smile on Harry's face immediately collapsed.

He mumbled a reluctant thank you.

After learning that his father was like a combination of Dudley and the Weasley twins, Harry was less willing to hear about any similarities between himself and his father.

So, he felt both proud and ashamed just now.

However, Draco Malfoy mistook this for showing off.

He flew to Harry's side in a very smooth curve, giving him a provocative look.

Ron, who had just landed, instantly became enraged. "Teach him a lesson! Harry!"

Harry wasn't eager to fight.

But the students below were all egging him on.

"Teach that Slytherin a lesson!"

"Malfoy, born evil!"

"Let them see what Slytherin's skills are like!"

Malfoy also mistakenly believed Harry had agreed.

He leaned forward, making his broom shoot towards Harry like a javelin.

Harry dodged easily, but it seemed to have ignited his temper as well.

He gripped his broomstick tightly and charged.

The two went back and forth, displaying their superb flying skills.

Surprisingly, Madam Hooch did not intervene.

She just told them to be careful.

She then had the other students still flying come down, saying their skills weren't good enough.

This left space for Harry and Malfoy.

Hermione was very displeased about this.

She thought it was too much like a real match, not a lesson.

Basil, for his own purposes—to delay Harry's entry into the Quidditch team and thus obtain Gems—

Under Hermione's delighted gaze, asked Madam Hooch, "Don't you need to manage them? What if someone gets hurt?"

Madam Hooch shook her head. "Both of them are skilled enough to be on the school team." (Basil's heart skipped a beat.)

"Besides, Gryffindor and Slytherin. This is normal."

"The previous years were even more out of line."

"I tried to manage them before, but Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape didn't pay any attention, and they hardly even deducted points."

She pointed to the second-floor window. "You might not be able to see it, but my eyes are much sharper than ordinary people's. Professor McGonagall is standing by the window. She's very excited right now!"

"Believe it or not, when class is over, she'll definitely come looking for Potter to join Quidditch training!"

Basil's heart sank halfway.

He shook his head.

Madam Hooch was still too conservative.

He guessed Harry would, just like in the original story, directly join the Gryffindor Quidditch team.

Hermione was equally dejected.

At this moment, she felt like a little fan witnessing her idol's downfall.

She finally understood how indulgent Professor McGonagall was towards students in Quidditch, as Nearly Headless Nick had mentioned.

Indeed, as soon as the class bell rang, Harry and Malfoy had returned to the ground.

Professor McGonagall hurried over from the castle.

A tall, sturdy senior student followed beside her.

Harry, who had been venting his frustrations after the fierce battle with Malfoy and had a smile on his lips, froze.

Ron was also very worried.

Only Basil and Hermione had heard what Madam Hooch had said earlier.

The other students were cheering.

However, Ron recognized the senior student at a glance.

"That's Wood! Oliver Wood! Gryffindor Quidditch team captain and keeper. Why is he here?"

He quickly observed Professor McGonagall's expression.

Finally, he breathed a sigh of relief.

He nudged Harry with his elbow. "Don't be nervous! Didn't you see Madam Hooch didn't say anything? And Wood is here too."

"Maybe you'll be allowed to train with the Gryffindor Quidditch team!"