Don't Even Think About It

"Come back, child!" Madam Hooch shouted.

However, her command had no effect. Neville shot straight up, like a champagne cork popping out of a bottle. He ascended quickly, not in the slow manner depicted in movies. Even though Gemini immediately shot out webbing, he couldn't accurately pull him down.

Fortunately, Neville fell as fast as he flew. He slid off his broom and plummeted straight down from twenty feet in the air.

On the ground, Gemini quickly pulled out his wand and aimed it at Neville.

"Wingardium Leviosa!"

Whoosh—

At five meters above the ground, Neville's falling body suddenly stopped in mid-air.

Gently lowering Neville to the ground, Madam Hooch, pale-faced, rushed over. Neville's face was even whiter, as he had personally experienced a high-altitude bungee jump.

The students gathered around. Madam Hooch grabbed Neville and examined him carefully. After confirming he wasn't injured, she let out a long sigh of relief and turned to Gemini.

"Sharp reaction, precise spellcasting. Ten points to Slytherin."

A group of little snakes immediately cheered. The little lions of Gryffindor had no objections to the point bonus. Neville looked at Gemini gratefully, "Thank you, Gemini, you saved me again..."

Gemini smiled helplessly, "If possible, I hope you won't give me such opportunities..."

"Sorry, I was afraid I wouldn't be able to fly," Neville mumbled softly.

Shaking his head, Gemini said gently, "I think you worry too much. Everyone has magic within them. If others can do it, there's no reason you can't. Confidence plays a big part."

"Maybe you're right..." Neville said, looking dejected.

"Alright, I'll take him to the hospital wing for a check-up. None of you are allowed to move! Put the flying brooms back in their places, or you'll be kicked out of Hogwarts before you can even say 'Quidditch'," Madam Hooch said, and left with Neville.

Gemini felt a bit helpless. He still had to go for a check-up...

But it made sense. After all, it concerned the students' health, so a check-up was normal.

"Look what I found?" He held a transparent glass ball in his hand, which sparkled in the sunlight.

It was Neville's Memory Ball, sent by his grandmother that morning.

"Hand it over, Malfoy," Harry said, glaring at Draco.

Draco sneered, looking at Harry playfully. Just as he was about to say something, the Memory Ball in his hand flew out of his grasp, arced through the air, and landed in Gemini's hand.

"Don't do any more foolish things, Draco," Gemini said softly, placing the transparent Memory Ball in the sunlight and examining it with a hint of curiosity. "And don't make yourself look like a scumbag."

Draco awkwardly turned his face away. The little snakes who had been laughing also stopped.

In Slytherin, no one dared to provoke Gemini.

"Please pass this on to Neville."

Gemini handed the Memory Ball to Harry and said.

"Uh... thanks." Harry quickly took the Memory Ball.

Having successfully altered history, Gemini felt quite good about it. At least Harry wouldn't be given an exception to join the Gryffindor Quidditch team now.

Although Gemini didn't particularly like the way Slytherin students behaved, and had initially chosen this house just to annoy Snape, he was, after all, a member of this house. There was no reason to let Gryffindor have an advantage.

In a short while, Madam Hooch returned with Neville and continued their flying lesson.

Fortunately, this time, no one had any further accidents.

Since most students were riding brooms for the first time, Madam Hooch stipulated that the flying height could not exceed twenty feet. She also flew alongside them, holding her wand with a vigilant expression, preventing any student from accidentally falling. Most of the time, her attention was on Neville.

Fortunately, Neville might have taken Gemini's words to heart. After stabilizing his emotions, he didn't make any more mistakes.

Gemini rode the school's old flying brooms with flair. He darted around on his broom, circling the castle several times, much to the envy of the other students.

"Can that thing still fly while standing?" Harry asked Ron quietly.

"Impossible. No player can do that," Ron said, looking at Gemini flying around with a constipated expression.

At this moment, Gemini made Ron, a child from a pure-blood family, feel like a Muggle...

Flying on a broom was difficult even for someone with Harry's Quidditch talent, let alone doing it as effortlessly as Gemini. Finally, Madam Hooch couldn't stand Gemini, who defied her common sense and flew all over the place, and told him he could fly higher and not disturb the other students.

"I want to join the Quidditch team."

After class, Gemini found Snape and stated his intention directly.

After riding a broom twice, it was evident that he really enjoyed the sport.

"It seems one flying lesson has made you overconfident, Mr. Fox," Snape said from behind his desk without looking up.

"I can fly while standing on the broom."

Snape finally looked up, a hint of astonishment in his eyes. After a few seconds of stunned silence, he finally spoke slowly, "Very well, you have successfully convinced me."

Quidditch had existed for a thousand years, and he had never heard of anyone so bold.

But thinking of Gemini standing on the roof earlier, Snape suddenly realized that he could indeed do such a thing.

His incredible reaction time, agile movements, formidable physique, and the inexplicable ability to stick himself anywhere at will – such a natural Quidditch player had been under his nose for so long, and he hadn't even realized it!

"Yes, I agree," Snape said calmly. "Coincidentally, the previous team captain was forced into retirement by you, so it's only fitting that you fill that position."

Gemini then remembered that Marcus Flint was the previous Slytherin team captain.

"Anything else?"

"Can I use the Web-Shooters during the match?" Gemini asked, flashing the Web-Shooters on his wrist.

"Using them on anyone else is against the rules of the match, and using them on the ball isn't allowed either."

"I understand," Gemini nodded, implying that it was fine as long as he used them on himself.

Seeing Gemini still standing there, Snape said impatiently, "Is there anything else?"

"If conditions permit, could you support me with a Nimbus 2000?" Gemini asked.

It wasn't that he couldn't afford a broom; it was just that producing a Firebolt at this moment seemed difficult to explain.

"Don't even... think about it," Snape said expressionlessly.

Gemini pondered, pinching his chin, "Harry performed very well in flying class. I heard Professor McGonagall intends to recruit him specially to be the Seeker for the Gryffindor team."

He wasn't lying. Professor McGonagall had noticed Harry's performance during flying class. As for making an exception to let Harry join the team, Professor McGonagall was probably already considering it, and the possibility was quite high. Although he hadn't caught the thrown Memory Ball in the air as in the original story, his talent was still evident. Once Gemini could get a special admission to the team, Harry joining would be a sure thing.

This wasn't some convergence of timelines. In fact, Professor McGonagall had been paying attention to Harry's performance in the latter half of the flying class.

After all, Harry's father had been the most outstanding Quidditch player in the house back then, so Professor McGonagall had no reason to let his son go...

Although she appeared stern, rigid, and unsympathetic, Professor McGonagall was actually a die-hard and crazy Quidditch fan.

Professor McGonagall was usually principled, but if it meant winning the Quidditch House Cup, she could temporarily abandon her principles. In the original story, she had exempted Gryffindor team members from Transfiguration homework more than once to help the team win the championship...

"You think—that you can threaten me into giving you the most top-tier broom on the market? Don't even think about it, you annoying brat."

Snape reprimanded, "Don't be so clever as to think the world revolves around you! Solve the broom situation yourself. If you can't, just use your ridiculous Webbing to fly! Now, get out!"

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