I'm Not a Clockwork Girl

I'm Not a Clockwork Girl

When Professor McGonagall saw Harry land safely, she stopped hesitating and immediately left her office, preparing to meet Harry at the castle entrance and discuss him joining the Gryffindor Quidditch team. At that moment, it had never occurred to her that Harry might refuse. Joining the Quidditch team was every student's dream—how could anyone turn it down?

As for what reality was like, we would find out shortly...

From the moment Harry shot into the sky, the students' cries of alarm never stopped. Their heads turned along with Harry and his broom as he drifted through the air. Once Harry landed safely with Neville, everyone burst into cheers. They swarmed toward the still-unsteady Harry, talking over one another.

"Harry, you're amazing!"

"How did you do that, Harry? Can you teach me?"

"Harry, you were so cool just now!"

"Harry, have you ridden a broom before? That dive was incredible!"

"Harry..."

They jostled around, all wanting Harry to notice them, their words tumbling out in a rush. The scene was a complete mess. Judging by their excited expressions, it was as though they had been the ones who had flown into the sky to save someone, not Harry!

Hermione stood at the edge of the crowd, her face pale, her white teeth biting down on her lip. She looked furious.

Harry only had to think for a moment to understand why. It looked like he would have to reassure her again...

"Quiet, quiet!" Madam Hooch squeezed into the crowd. At her loud, stern rebuke, the students quickly scattered.

Madam Hooch fixed Harry with her hawk-like gaze. "Harry Potter, you violated the rules of flying class and flew to a height of one hundred feet. Gryffindor loses ten points!"

"What?!"

"Professor, how can that be?"

"Harry saved Neville!"

"Professor, that's too unfair!"

The little lions immediately erupted. They had assumed Madam Hooch would reward Harry, but the result was the exact opposite. How were they supposed to accept that?

Madam Hooch kept a cold face, her sharp gaze sweeping over the Gryffindor students. At first, a few of them met her eyes, but gradually, they could no longer withstand her stare and slowly lowered their heads...

"Ha ha, ha ha..." A smug, arrogant laugh rang out. Malfoy laughed loudly, and then the Slytherin students followed suit, joining in the mockery.

Madam Hooch frowned and shot them an unhappy look, but said nothing. Instead, she turned back to Harry. "However, your brave actions saved Neville, so Gryffindor will receive thirty points!"

The little lions, who had been hanging their heads in disappointment, froze as though they had not understood. They exchanged looks, then finally confirmed they had not misheard and began shouting again!

Meanwhile, the Slytherin students looked like ducks with their throats pinched, making strangled "urk, urk" sounds. Damn it, even messing with people had limits!

Madam Hooch asked them with concern, "Are either of you hurt?"

"I'm fine." Harry smiled.

Neville, however, clearly had not recovered from the fright. His face was still pale, cold sweat streamed down his skin, and his legs trembled nonstop.

In a shaky voice, he said, "Professor, I'm fine, but I think I need to rest for a while."

Neville did not even need to say it—Madam Hooch had already thought of that. In that state, if he could still fly, she would eat shit on a livestream! (Neville struggled to his feet: Don't help me, I still want to fly! Madam Hooch: ...)

Madam Hooch supported Neville and helped him sit on the grass. The moment his backside hit the ground, his complexion improved considerably.

"Pay attention, all of you. Don't let what happened to Neville happen again," Madam Hooch called out.

The students began flying again. Having learned from Neville's experience, they were all extremely cautious, rising slowly into the air before accelerating. The results seemed much better.

Watching this, Madam Hooch silently thought, Maybe when I teach first-years in the future, I should find someone to act as a prop? (Harry: ...)

Harry dragged his broom, half its bristles worn away, and looked up at Malfoy. "Oh, Malfoy, didn't you seem to have something to say to me just now? What was it?"

Several students standing nearby heard Harry and looked at Malfoy. One of them even said, "I heard it too!"

Heard your ass, Malfoy now wanted to roar at that student.

This is too much. What am I supposed to say now? Am I supposed to keep mocking you for not knowing how to ride a broom? Do you all really think I'm an idiot?

If I really said that, it would be a slap in the face—and one I brought on myself!

Malfoy's face twisted as he gave a dry laugh. "Did I? Why don't I remember? I seem to have forgotten."

Harry tilted his head slightly. "All right. Since you've forgotten, tell me when you remember."

"Prince Harry is so gentlemanly," a girl whispered to her companion.

"Yeah, if only..."

"You little fool, stop fantasizing!" the other girl shot her down without hesitation.

Malfoy turned his face away, his expression instantly turning ugly. Gentlemanly, my ass. And what happened to the script? Why wasn't anything going according to the script at all?

Malfoy felt miserable. I want to go home again...

"My dear Hermione, who upset you this time?"

Hermione blushed slightly. This was his trick—he was trying to change the subject. She absolutely could not fall for it. In a sarcastic tone, she said, "What can I say? As expected of the famous Harry Potter, a one-in-a-million flying genius!"

Harry could not help laughing.

"What are you laughing at?" He had clearly disregarded his own safety, yet he still did not know he was wrong! Hermione's angry face puffed up like a bun.

"Hermione, you're so cute." Harry could not help rubbing Hermione's fluffy hair.

"Don't worry, I wouldn't let myself get hurt. I'm not a clockwork girl!"

"I-I wasn't worried about you! Hmph, do whatever you want!" Hermione hugged her broom, lowered her head, and ran off.

Harry could see it clearly from behind—her ears had turned bright red...

Luo Bei: This chapter was posted dangerously close to tomorrow—there was only one minute left!

Also, the title of this chapter is quite interesting.

Spells:

Book Three:

Lumos—Harry, Ron

Waddiwasi—Lupin

Riddikulus—Lupin, Neville, Parvati, Seamus, Dean, Ron

Impervius—Hermione

I solemnly swear that I am up to no good—Fred, George, Harry

Mischief Managed—Harry

Dissendium—Harry

Apparition—Hermione

Fidelius Charm—Dumbledore, James, Lily

Patronus Charm: Expecto Patronum—Lupin, Harry

Nox—Harry, Ron

Disarming Charm: Expelliarmus—Black, Lupin, Harry, Ron, Hermione

Bandaging Charm: Vulnera Sanentur—Lupin

Alohomora: Alohomora—Hermione

A total of twelve new spells.