I heard that in the Muggle world, everyone used brooms to sweep the floor.
As for why those other Muggle-borns couldn't even hold a broom properly, it had to be because the two of them were exceptionally good at sweeping.
That had to be it! I thought indignantly.
I shook the broom in my hand.
I figured there had to be something wrong with today's brooms.
Then that old woman Madam Hooch actually came over to correct the way I held mine.
When I saw Scarhead smiling, I felt my face turning red with anger.
"Enough, enough. I get it!"
I said it almost weakly.
Why had I embarrassed myself so badly today? I lamented endlessly.
Luckily, Madam Hooch had already told us to start mounting our brooms.
I had to let everyone know that I, Malfoy, was a genius on a broom!
Hmph!
But what infuriated me was that before the whistle had even finished blowing, that idiot from the Longbottom family had already taken off.
I saw Madam Hooch cry out.
I got it. We probably weren't going to get to fly brooms anymore.
What on earth was wrong with today?
It was so infuriating!
I cursed furiously in my heart, then picked up the Remembrall Longbottom had dropped.
I wanted to give the Remembrall to Darren. I wanted my brother to know that I wasn't such a bad person.
But just as I was about to give it to him, what did I see? He was actually saving that idiot?
Why?
Wouldn't it be better to let him fall, break an arm or a leg, and teach him a lesson?
But as I watched Darren give everything he had to save him, I actually felt a little ashamed.
His character always made me feel as though I