The Longbottom Family's Only Heir

"A bunch of good-for-nothings!"

Lester strolled away slowly under the angry gazes of Gryffindor, but no one dared to make a move.

After Lester left, Ron Weasley complained, looking displeased, "What were you all afraid of just now?"

"We're scared?" Seamus retorted, displeased. "Didn't you say we should warn Lester? What were you doing just now?"

The others whispered amongst themselves, pointing and whispering about Ron Weasley and Harry with disdain in their voices.

They're not Harry; they won't tolerate Ron Weasley's bad habits at all.

Ron Weasley's face turned ashen with anger. He turned and ran off, and Harry hesitated for a moment before chasing after him.

As they ran, Harry couldn't help but complain, "Ron Weasley was really reckless. Now he's offended Lester, and we have flying broomstick class this afternoon. Lester and his gang will definitely target us then."

Despite some resentment towards Ron Weasley's actions, Harry resolutely chased after Harry.

In the afternoon, a gentle breeze rustled through the treetops, causing the leaves to sway slightly.

Near the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts, a group of excited young wizards gathered.

Malfoy gesticulated wildly among the crowd, talking at length about his flying experiences.

"I was only 8 years old when I rode my dad's flying broomstick into the sky, and I even almost crashed into a Muggle helicopter."

Upon hearing this, a gasp of surprise immediately erupted from Slytherin.

The Gryffindor weren't to be outdone. Ron Weasley launched into a long-winded story, saying he almost crashed into a hang glider while riding his brother Charlie Weasley's old broomstick.

Unfortunately, Ron Weasley has lost popularity, and most people are indifferent to this.

In front of each student was a broom, neatly laid out, either shed bristles or had barbs on the handle, clearly a piece of junk that had been handled countless times.

The Flying Class instructor was Madam Hooch, who had short gray hair and yellow eyes, like those of an eagle.

"I'm sorry, students, I'm a little late!" Madam Hooch complained wearily. "A bunch of highly skilled Golden Snitch have suddenly appeared in the Wizarding World, and the Ministry of Magic is swamped."

A barely perceptible hint of embarrassment flashed across Lester's face.

Golden Snitch? I vaguely remember Hafiz telling me that the Azkaban Magic Academy offered a ridiculous subject called Thievery.

"I wonder how Azkaban Academy is doing. I might take leave during Christmas to go back and check it out."

Lester touched his kidneys, recalling his glorious early days when he first arrived in the Wizarding World.

Back then, he was an innocent and kind child, but unfortunately, he was corrupted by those damned prisoners.

"Alright, I may have said a bit too much," Madam Hooch paused, and said, "Now everyone stand in front of a flying broomstick and place your hands on it."

"Speak up!"

Everyone shouted in unison, "Get up!"

Lester did as he was told, placing his hand on the broom and whispering, "Get up!"

Although it was Lester's first time encountering a flying broom, the broom still obligingly jumped into Lester's hand.

Holding the flying broom in his hand, Lester felt a strange sensation; he could ride it and fly freely!

Similarly, Harry, with his exceptional talent, immediately grabbed a broom.

Then Madam Hooch corrected everyone's posture while riding brooms, and also criticized Malfoy, saying that he was not holding the broom correctly.

Malfoy muttered a few words, but was still forced to change his grip.

"Children, now hold your brooms tight. When I whistle, you'll fly!" Madam Hooch said. "Push off the ground with both feet, and push off with force!"

"Listen to my whistle, three, two,..."

Before he could finish speaking, a nervous Neville, fearing he would be left on the ground, flew off ahead of time.

"Come back, child!" Madam Hooch called anxiously. "Relax, fly horizontally, don't fly upwards."

Unfortunately, Neville, already in the air, couldn't hear Madam Hooch's cries. He was like a panicked ostrich, burying his head in the broom, trembling with fear.

"Damn it, Neville is a real piece of trash," Lester thought to himself, but he couldn't help but curse under his breath.

Riding his old flying broomstick, Lester pushed off with both feet and shot towards Neville like an arrow.

There was no other way; in order to weaken Dumbledore's power, he couldn't just stand by and watch Neville lose face.

"What are you doing? Come back here!" Madam Hooch was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, pacing back and forth on the ground.

Despite it being his first flight, Lester couldn't help but want to complain as he looked at Madam Hooch was still standing on the ground shouting.

The air high in the sky brushed against Lester's cheeks, his flowing black hair swayed in the wind, and his magnificent black robes rustled behind him.

He heard the shouts of the young wizards on the ground, Malfoy telling him to come down quickly, and Madam Hooch's angry roar.

Lester didn't care at all; he was just a Flying Class instructor. Taking a deep breath, Lester raised his broomstick high and soared into the sky.

With 100 points of magic power, plus the Dark Lord's Wand and the Doran's Ring, Lester was completely unfazed.

Even if he falls from a height of one thousand meters, he can use Levitation Charm to land safely.

Riding his broomstick, Lester felt invincible, soaring freely through the air.

Of course, he didn't forget his main task: to save poor Neville.

At this moment, Neville's flying broom had reached its maximum potential, and the broomstick's stem was trembling wildly.

Neville lay on the broom, staring at the distant ground, whimpering desperately, his rosy little face turning deathly pale with fear.

The next moment, Neville's broken broom finally reached its limit and successfully disintegrated high in the air.

"Aaaaaah!!!!"

Neville, like a helpless toad, plummeted wildly downwards, his claws outstretched.

"Neville is going to fall!"

"What's going on? Why isn't Lester from Slytherin going to rescue Neville?"

"Madam Hooch, you must think of a solution quickly! Neville Longbottom is the only son in their family!"

Ron Weasley said anxiously to Madam Hooch.

"The only son of the Longbottom family?!" Madam Hooch's expression changed drastically as she watched Neville plummet rapidly, her face turning deathly pale with fright.

Damn it, the only son of the Longbottom family, why the hell didn't you say so sooner?!