Flying Lesson (2)

Oliver Wood was a tall, freckled boy, quite handsome, a fifth-year student who served as both the Keeper and Captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team.

"Very well, Madam Hooch." Wood responded to Madam Hooch with a somewhat wooden but earnest demeanor, having arrived at the flying lesson grounds.

Wood was originally scheduled to have Professor Flitwick's Charms class at this time, but the professor had taken some time off for personal matters—apparently, he had returned to his hometown.

The Gryffindors were somewhat excited to see their house senior arrive, but the Slytherins were different, glaring at Wood and the Little Lions with haughty arrogance.

"I hope Madam Hooch has taught you how to take off, but do it slowly, or you'll get hurt." Wood didn't harbor strong inter-house prejudices; he was merely a bit reserved toward the Little Snakes. He then spoke earnestly to the Little Lions, "Now is not the time for staring matches. Everyone, begin your takeoff."

With an upperclassman watching, the Little Lions and Little Snakes didn't dare act too recklessly, but the moment Wood turned away to instruct a Gryffindor, trouble brewed on Malfoy's side.

"Give it here, Malfoy!" Harry glared at Malfoy.

Malfoy had picked up a Remembrall on the ground—it belonged to Neville. Brie was hovering in mid-air, swaying slightly as he watched them bicker.

"Those two can stir up trouble the moment they cross paths."

Hermione, who had been nearby trying to teach Brie how to fly, heard this and, after taking a look, prepared to intervene. This made Brie raise an eyebrow and chuckle as he watched the righteous Hermione mount her broom and fly down.

Ron, who had been nearby, caught sight of the situation and muttered to Brie, "Hmph, that malicious Slytherin will definitely become a Dark Wizard one day..."

With that, Ron also flew down to back Harry up.

More and more wizards gathered around. Wood noticed something was wrong, but before he could intervene, he saw Malfoy soar into the sky, grinning hideously at Harry, "Guess where I'll put this! If you've got the guts, come and chase me!"

Hearing this, Harry immediately mounted his broom and gave chase.

"Get down, you Slytherin and Harry, it's not safe!" Wood shouted, but the two above showed no reaction. Hermione said with an indignant face, "Honestly, this will cause trouble for everyone, and he's going to break his neck!"

Saying this, Hermione also mounted her broom and flew up.

With Harry chasing and being chased in front, and Hermione in hot pursuit behind, Malfoy didn't hesitate to fly even higher. Wood had no choice but to grab a broom and fly into the sky.

These little brats are truly a handful! he thought with a headache.

Wood had forgotten that the wizards below were still in a standoff, each wanting to mount their brooms to help. Seeing Wood leave, the Little Snakes stopped holding back and swarmed in on their brooms. The scene turned into a group of wizards flying in mid-air, pulling and shoving one another. None were cowards, and the grudges they had accumulated over the past week erupted all at once.

However, some Little Snakes remained rational, such as Zabini. Although he had flown into mid-air, he hid in a corner, and upon catching Brie's gaze, he looked back coldly, showing no fear.

"Heh, not a bad kid."

"Ah!" A wizard was knocked off their broom, which completely ignited the tense standoff.

"Damn it, they dropped Patil! Get them!"

Pansy remained a mean and nasty girl. When Patil on the other side was cursing Malfoy, Pansy didn't hesitate to ram into her, knocking her off while she was in a panic.

Luckily, it wasn't high, or she would have been injured.

Brie thought to himself, preparing to fly higher to avoid participating in this amateur brawl.

What Brie didn't notice was that Malfoy had already flown back behind him. Seeing Brie, he had a twisted idea and threw the Remembrall toward Brie first, shouting, "Oude, catch!"

"Huh?"

Just as Brie turned his head, he saw Harry rushing past Malfoy toward him. His own broom suddenly went out of control, and he hurriedly performed a few barrel rolls in the air to stabilize. Wood, who had arrived, saw this scene and lowered his broom, preparing to catch Harry. Hermione also rushed over, just about to say something to Brie, when she saw...

Seeing Brie catch the Remembrall, Ron immediately broke out of the wizard brawl and rammed into Brie.

"Brie!"

Hermione screamed. Brie quickly sensed Ron behind him and twisted his body to dodge the collision, but the boy managed to grab onto Brie's broom.

"Let go, it can't handle your weight!"

"You wretched Dark Wizard, give Neville's Remembrall back to us!"

What kind of twisted logic was that? Annoyed, Brie threw the Remembrall to Ron, but the broom was already overwhelmed and could only sway unsteadily, forcing Brie to descend slowly.

"Whoosh!"

Harry's broom slipped from his grasp, and Harry was immediately caught by Wood below. However, the broom flew straight toward Brie.

"Ugh!" Brie felt his waist get jabbed hard. In a wave of sharp pain, he fell from his broom. Struggling through the agony, he hurriedly pulled out his wand, pointed it at the broom still floating in mid-air, and shouted, "Levicorpus!"

The broom returned to his hand. Using the broom, Brie landed quickly. Then, without hesitation, he cast Levicorpus on the newly landed Ron and used his floating broom to give him a sound thrashing on the backside!

And that Harry Potter over there!

"Oude!" Just as Hermione wanted to stop him, she saw both Wood and Harry flipped and hung in mid-air.

"Very well, Harry Potter, and Ron Weasley!"

Seeing Wood hanging in mid-air—a casualty of his own loss of control due to anger—Brie kindly let him down before turning his gaze to the group of wizards still brawling.

"Levicorpus!"

A wave of magic surged over the group of wizards. Instantly, they and their brooms were hung upside down in mid-air, a few inches off the ground, causing the wizards to wail. When the Little Snakes saw Brie clutching his waist and staring at them, they all covered their mouths, not daring to make a sound.

With that, the ferocity and anger in Brie's eyes quickly faded, replaced by a blank, cold indifference. None of these guys were well-behaved, and then there was Malfoy.

Casting one more spell to hang the overlooked Malfoy in mid-air, Brie finally felt at ease.

"Let me down, Breeze Order!"

Glaring at the guilty yet arrogant Malfoy, Brie gently pulled back his robe to reveal a large patch of bleeding skin.

"Oh, what have you all done!"

Professor McGonagall hurried over, stopping first in front of Brie. Her face turned ashen as she inspected his waist injury, then her eyes widened in shock as she looked at the group of Wizards hanging upside down.

"Tell me exactly what is going on right now, or all of you can pack your bags and get out!"

McGonagall had clearly seen Brie knocked off his broom by Harry's just moments ago, so how had things turned into this?

At that moment, Snape appeared from somewhere, followed closely by Quirrell.

Snape looked at the hanging Harry, seemingly admiring the sight for a moment before sneering, "I hope our Savior learns to grip his broom properly, or tomorrow's headlines will be plastered with news of The Boy Who Lived killing a fellow student."

"Or perhaps, news of him injuring Mr. Breeze Order and ending up hanging upside down would be just as fitting."

Professor Quirrell looked at Brie with concern and said, "Oh, c-c-cough, let's, let's see if they, if they are, injured."

"Or, f-f-first, undo the curse."

Professor McGonagall's expression grew even more severe. Suppressing her anger, she turned to Wood, who was helping Harry down, and said, "Wood, take Mr. Oude to the hospital wing."

After saying this, McGonagall did not immediately release the students. Instead, she looked at the wand in Brie's hand and said, "Mr. Oude, you must be cautious with your magic."

Such large-scale use of magic had led McGonagall to suspect that Brie had suffered a magical outburst.

"I understand, Professor. I just hope they won't be so reckless next time; I was simply too angry in the moment."

"Of course, I promise." McGonagall offered a strained smile before looking away from Brie, already contemplating how to handle the situation.

Wood spoke up, "Professor McGonagall... I bear some responsibility for this, as Madam Hooch asked me to keep an eye on them while she took an injured student to the hospital wing."

"Very well, I understand. Professor Snape, Professor Quirrell, and I will get to the bottom of this. You may go."

"Yes."

"Let me carry you." Wood crouched down. Brie didn't hesitate; he was in too much pain to walk and just wanted to lie in Madam Pomfrey's hospital bed and drink those bitter potions.

"Oh, Mr. Oude, I hope you, you are alright. That was, ex, excellent..."

Professor McGonagall interrupted Quirrell, adding, "An excellent Summoning Charm, Mr. Oude. I believe if Professor Flitwick were here, he would certainly award you points, but for now, you should go get treated."

As Brie departed, the matter here was far from over.

"Now, Miss Granger, please explain what happened to make these two arrogant Little Lions attack our Mr. Oude." Snape spoke in a cold, icy tone, looking meaningfully at Hermione, who had not been cursed by Brie. "And do tell us how the Little Lions and the Little Snakes ended up brawling!"

Snape glared toward the Slytherin side, and the faces of the Little Snakes instantly turned pale.

"Malfoy, you were flying quite well up there just now. Perhaps you should explain what happened!"

Hermione bit her lip. She had no intention of shielding anyone, especially since Brie, her good friend, was the one injured. Ron had gone too far this time, and as for Harry—how did his broom lose control? He was too arrogant, acting so recklessly without having learned the basics!

Before Hermione could speak, Ron blurted out.

"It was Malfoy! He stole Neville's Remembrall, which is why Harry went after him. Then Malfoy threw the Remembrall to Oude—they're in cahoots! That's why I charged at them..."

"That's enough, Weasley!" Hermione glared at Ron, her face flushed red.

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