Young Master Malfoy's Shocking Grand Conspiracy

Even if one used Gu Gu's fat butt to think about it, these three Little Snakes were definitely setting something up for the upcoming flying lesson.

It just seemed that their target had shifted from Harry to Vincent.

As for flying experience, he had actually had some in this life.

Eric was quite a good father.

At the very least, he had taught his son combat from a young age. From planes and tanks to daggers and firearms, he had let him handle them all.

It was only a Remembrall. He just had to stop things before they happened.

Thus, the feeling that he was about to thwart some conspiracy reached its peak at three o'clock that afternoon.

A vast stretch of lawn outside Hogwarts Castle.

Draco's exceedingly sinister grin made Vincent instinctively glare back at him.

"All right, what are you waiting for?"

At Madam Hooch's command, the students from both Houses each stood beside a flying broomstick.

She swept her sharp, hawk-like gaze over everyone.

"Hold your right hand over the broomstick, then say, 'Up.'"

"Up!"

Harry was the first to succeed.

Vincent, standing in the front row, looked somewhat awkward.

"Up, up, up—"

The broomstick did not move an inch.

Sure enough, Draco across from him dragged out his strange drawl again.

"Wayne, you look so eye-catching when you fail~ Hahaha~"

Madam Hooch's hawk-like gaze swept toward him.

Draco, who had wanted to mock him a little more, finally shut his mouth.

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

The flying broomstick by his feet had definitely been tampered with.

Hermione at the very back was just as embarrassed.

"Up, up, up, up..."

She shouted continuously for half a minute without even stopping for breath, yet she still could not make