Young Master Malfoy's Shocking Grand Conspiracy

Even if we think about it from Gu Gu's perspective, these three Little Snakes must be setting the stage for the upcoming Flying Class.

However, it seems the object of affection has shifted from Harry's side to Vincent's side.

Speaking of flying experiences, he has actually had one in his life.

Eric is a good father.

He taught his son martial arts from a young age, letting him handle everything from airplanes and tanks to daggers and guns.

It's just a Remembrall; we can prevent it from happening in advance.

This premonition that a conspiracy was about to be thwarted reached its peak at 3 p. m. that day.

A large lawn outside Hogwarts Castle.

Draco's incredibly sinister smile made Vincent instinctively glare back at him.

"Alright, what are you all waiting for?"

At Madam Hooch's command, who had short, light gray hair, students from both academies stood next to a flying broom.

She surveyed the crowd with her sharp, eagle-like eyes.

"Place your right hand over the broom and say 'Get up'."

"Stand up!"

Harry was the first to succeed.

Vincent in the front row, looked somewhat embarrassed.

"Get up, get up, get up—"

The flying broom remained completely still.

Sure enough, Draco on the other side dragged out his strange, drawn-out tone again.

"Wayne, your defeat was so conspicuous! Hahaha!"

Madam Hooch's hawk-like eyes swept over them.

Draco, who wanted to make a few more sarcastic remarks, finally shut his mouth.

From that moment on, Vincent realized that things were probably not so simple.

The flying broom at his feet had definitely been tampered with.

Hermione, at the very back, was also incredibly embarrassed.

"Get up, get up, get up, get up..."

She shouted for half a minute without panting, but still couldn't get the broom to budge an inch.

There's definitely something fishy going on here!

It's one thing for top students to focus solely on their studies, but why can't even academic geniuses who excel in sports be included?

As if she had seen through the truth, she turned her gaze to the little golden retriever across from her who was struggling to hold back his laughter.

She was affected!

There are many ways to make a flying broom automatically come to your hand.

Vincent happened to know two of them.

Although I haven't learned the Nonverbal spells yet, I succeeded with the Summoning Charm on my first try.

He quietly slipped his left hand inside his school robe to grasp the wand, then whispered the spell.

"A broom Accio— "

With Draco looking as if he'd seen a ghost, the broken flying broomstick darted toward a large hand.

The little witch at the very back seized the opportunity to quickly hook the broom with her foot.

Such agility was so great that even the sharp-eyed Madam Hooch failed to notice her.

"This thug does have some redeeming qualities..."

Even if Hermione was unwilling, she had to admit that learning martial arts had its benefits.

"Neville, I'll do it—okay."

Neville, standing next to Vincent, had already gripped the flying broom in his right hand.

He didn't maliciously speculate that the movie had been tampered with; he simply agreed with what the twins said.

The vast Hogwarts Castle,

They're still using an old model from ten years ago.

And it's the kind that doesn't require any maintenance or upkeep.

Old Malfoy was clearly a failure as School Board Member.

Before everyone else even picked up their brooms, he had already listed the ten deadly sins of the School Board Member.

"Watch me carefully, and make sure your movements are perfect!"

Madam Hooch nodded to Vincent.

His posture was very standard, which not only made him more comfortable but also greatly reduced the probability of being thrown off.

When she looked at Draco, who was in an awkward position on the other side, her face instantly darkened.

"Keep your legs tight, Mr. Malfoy!"

Vincent was trying not to laugh, saw his awkward manner and subconsciously pinched his thigh hard.

"Hold your hand tighter! You can't get a good grip like that."

Madam Hooch gently patted Draco's thin arm. "If you don't want to fall, you'd better listen to me."

To make fighter jets eat dust?

All the boasts that young Master Malfoy had just made have now become jokes.

The Little Lions were all struggling to hold back their laughter.

Vincent saw that fair little face showing a wronged and submissive expression, so he pinched her thigh until it was almost blue.

"Stick your butt out, and remember to relax!"

"Pfft—" He finally couldn't hold it in any longer.

Once someone started it, the Little Lions all burst out laughing.

Neville, who was laughing the loudest, even had tears streaming down his face.

Madam Hooch turned around and looked at Draco, whose face was flushed red. "Did you hear me? Put down your airs and do as I say."

With such a negative example, the remaining students all had very standard postures.

"Thank you, Malfoy."

Vincent's sincere gratitude, along with Harry's laughter from earlier, transformed Draco's anger into hatred.

Trying to embarrass someone backfired and backfired on you.

But he was not discouraged at all.

I've got my hands on the broom, but it won't fly.

This one-for-one trade was ultimately a win-win situation.

"When I whistle, you need to push off with both feet, and remember to push off the ground with force."

Madam Hooch, holding a whistle, glanced at Draco and said, "Steady up the broom, rise a few feet, then lean forward slightly and fall vertically back to the ground."

"Listen to my whistle, three—"

Two--

One!"

As her whistle rang out, Harry was the first to fly up.

He was a full ten feet off the ground.

"Well done, Mr. Potter!"

Shortly after he finished speaking, Vincent, who had cast Levitation Charm over his school uniform, also rose up.

Draco's mouth was agape, and his eyes were wide open.

He was 100 percent certain that Two Broomsticks he had tampered with during lunch was the one that was slightly shorter than the one Harry was riding.

Not to mention the flight system, even the levitation system is confirmed to be completely destroyed.

To outsiders, Vincent was slightly behind Harry.

However, the truth is that even if he were to be lifted by the Levitation Charm for more than 50 kilograms for just one second, he would already feel as if his body had been hollowed out.

Just as he was about to cancel the Levitation Charm and land smoothly, a small explosion suddenly occurred at the tail of the broom.

"Thanks--"

Before he could finish his curse, the branchless flying broom pulled him straight up.

Twenty feet, fifty feet.

By the time Madam Hooch took Neville's broom in her hand, he had already flown over a hundred feet.

"None of you are allowed to move. Once you're on the ground, put the brooms back where they were!"

She finished speaking and then chased after him.

Draco, experiencing both a dramatic rise and fall in his life, was so excited that he threw his broom onto the grass.

Five days, a full five days.

From the moment they boarded the Hogwarts Express, they finally managed to get their revenge.

"Oh, poor Wayne— "

Draco approached Harry, who had just landed, with a smug look on his face. "He definitely wasn't listening to what Madam Hooch was saying."

Hopefully, breaking one or two bones will teach him a lesson he won't forget.

What do you think, Potter?

"Vincent must have remembered!" Hermione hadn't flown away, stormed over.

"Malfoy, I know you tampered with his broom!"

She held her broom high, "This is proof, mine is bad too!"