Merlin's Illegitimate Son

Fifteen minutes ago.

"Good afternoon, class!"

On the lawn in front of Hogwarts Castle, a short-haired witch, adjusting her deerskin gloves, greeted the young wizards waiting on either side with great spirit.

"Good afternoon, Madam Hooch!"

The voices of the first-year students from Slytherin and Gryffindor were loud, and even the drowsy afternoon sun of autumn couldn't dispel their excitement.

Flying Class!

Flying Broom!

What could be happier than this?

"Very well, children, welcome to your first Flying Class."

Stopping at the front of the line, Madam Hooch turned around, revealing her amber, eagle-like eyes. She scanned the Slytherin and Gryffindor first-years below and announced loudly.

"What are you waiting for? Everyone stand to the left of your broom."

As soon as she spoke, the young wizards eagerly stepped forward and stood proudly beside the neatly arranged flying brooms on the grass.

"It's a shame Klein can't join us for class."

Thinking about flying into the sky soon, Crabbe's face was full of a silly grin, but remembering that his boss had missed this exciting moment, he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

"Yeah, it's really too bad."

Goyle echoed in a low voice.

"Shut up, you two."

Young Master Draco glanced at the two impatiently, his small face unconsciously stiffening.

No matter how he tried to comfort himself, regret was still regret.

"Alright, be quick about it. Place your right hand above the broom. Miss Parkinson, be gentle, don't kick the broom. Very good, now say 'Up'."

After a slight warning to Pansy, who seemed to be in a bad mood, Madam Hooch clapped her hands, signaling the new students to start connecting with their brooms.

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

Controlling a broom should also be a talent. Some succeeded on the first try, like Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter. Others, like Hermione Granger and Neville Longbottom, couldn't succeed no matter what.

"Louder, put some feeling into it."

Madam Hooch, used to this, weaved through the students' lines, patiently reminding them.

After much fuss, all the Slytherin and Gryffindor first-years completed the first step of riding a broom.

Looking at the brooms in everyone's hands, she continued.

"Now, grab your broom and get on."

After the students mounted their brooms, Madam Hooch specifically reminded them.

"Hold on tight, don't slip off."

"Alright, when I blow my whistle, you'll push off the ground with your feet."

But before she could finish, an accident suddenly happened!

Perhaps due to nervousness, Neville's calf twitched involuntarily the moment he got on the broom. Unexpectedly, this unintentional small movement caused his broom to slip from his control and float off the ground.

"Mr. Longbottom, stop, stop!"

The change was too sudden, and Madam Hooch couldn't react. In the ten-odd seconds she was stunned, Neville floated higher and higher, and the broom beneath him shook more and more violently.

"Get down, Neville!" "Be careful!" "Don't let go!"

Seeing their companion fly to the height of the castle's spires in the blink of an eye, the Gryffindor first-years panicked and shouted.

Unfortunately, Neville Longbottom, the person involved, could no longer hear any sound. His entire mind was focused on his flying broom. The more he wanted to descend, the faster he rose. In the end, he could no longer control his broom and shot out like lightning!

"Whoosh!"

The biting wind felt like a knife cutting Neville's round, chubby face. He screamed, flying back and forth uncontrollably, sometimes circling around the spires, sometimes diving through the crowd of students on the grass.

He was so scared he cried.

After one terrifying flight after another, Neville was on the verge of collapse. Finally, after an upward surge, his hands went numb, and he subconsciously let go of the broom.

On the grass, countless gasps erupted.

The little fatty was lucky. The tragic scene of him falling directly to the ground, which he imagined, did not happen. During his descent, his robe snagged on a protruding flagpole.

However, he was not so lucky. Due to his weight, the Gryffindor uniform robe could not bear his weight and began to tear. Soon, he was in danger again.

"Riiip!"

A sound of tearing fabric announced Neville's fate. The little fatty screamed and fell, his chubby face making intimate contact with the grass.

"Ah!"

Many new students screamed.

"Move, hurry up and move!"

Madam Hooch ran towards Neville, her face pale, holding her robes.

Such a serious teaching accident

She dared not imagine further.

"Thank goodness, still breathing."

Reaching Neville's side and quickly checking his condition, Madam Hooch breathed a sigh of relief. As long as the person wasn't dead, these injuries were nothing to a wizard Healer.

"Swish!"

Just as Madam Hooch was about to pick up Neville to take him to Hogwarts' school nurse, Madam Pomfrey, a figure suddenly appeared out of thin air beside her!

"Ah!"

The sudden change startled the lady, but soon her fear turned to astonishment.

Klein Grindelwald?

Didn't he take leave to handle matters with Headmaster Dumbledore? How could he be here!

"Leave this to me."

Klein, who had suddenly appeared, had no extra expression on his face. He smiled reassuringly at Madam Hooch, and before she could react, he cast a spell on the unconscious Neville.

"Calming Charm."

As the emerald green light fell, Neville's pained expression softened slightly.

"Wait, you can't..."

Casting spells without a word?

Even if you're the school's recognized "genius," you can't play like this. Madam Hooch wanted to stop Klein, but before she could finish speaking, several more beams of light flashed.

"Bone Regeneration," "Blood Clot Dissipation," "Wound Heal," "Wake Up Quickly."

One curse after another was "thrown" onto Neville as if they were free. Madam Hooch and the first-years in the distance watched, dumbfounded, frozen in place as if petrified.

Merlin above, what had they seen!

Neville, who had been lying on the ground as good as dead just moments ago

Actually got up, patting the dust off himself?

"Mmm."

In the distance, Dumbledore and the masters from the "Order of Merlin," who had quietly Apparated over, were also stunned.

They had rushed over to ask Klein about the "Shrink the Ground into an Inch" spell, but they hadn't expected to see this scene.

The "Wake Up Spell" and "Calming Charm" were one thing, no big deal.

But what about the "Bone Healing Spell"? What about that "Remove Blood Clots" spell?

Besides improving the "Healing Spell," Klein had mastered three spells that had never been seen before!

And this magical power...

Genius?

No.

That child must be Merlin's love child!