That Figure appeared in a new place, a Flying Broomstick with tangled twigs beneath its legs.
The Chaos Female Voice rang out. "In a moment, I'll blow my whistle, and then you'll kick off with both legs. Kick hard..."
Neville could tell that he knew this Chaos Female Voice very well... It was the voice of Madam Hooch, who was in charge of the Flying lesson.
"Three... two... one..." Madam Hooch's voice had only finished counting and had not yet had time to blow the whistle when the figure kicked off with both legs and shot straight up into the sky.
After charging into the sky so recklessly, what awaited the figure was naturally an extremely dangerous fall.
The Flying Broomstick in the figure's hand flew off into the distance, while the figure itself plummeted toward the ground and even broke its wrist.
"I want to drop out so badly..." The figure clutched its wrist and limped toward Neville, sobbing in a low whisper. "I'm useless..."
Watching the staggering figure approach him, Neville began to doubt himself a little;
He was now somewhat unable to be sure whether he really had thought that.
The Fat Lady's voice was also somewhat chaotic. "Wrong password. That was the password from several days ago!"
"Fat Lady, let me in!" the figure said, crying. "I just happened to forget the password."
"Really?" The Fat Lady's tone was full of suspicion. "I still have to ensure the safety of the other students. No password means you cannot come in!"
The figure was even closer to Neville now. It folded its arms over its chest, leaned against the wall, and its crying gradually weakened.
Looking at the curled-up figure, Neville wanted to step forward, yet instinct told him he should not do so.
That