The Out-of-Control Broom, a Narrow Escape from Death

The Gryffindor and Slytherin students were drawn in by the contest between Harry and Malfoy.

Their cheers only made the confrontation between Harry and Malfoy increasingly intense and reckless.

Malfoy repeatedly dodged Harry's sudden bursts of speed and close-range grabs for the Remembrall, toying with him in the process. He was utterly thrilled and smug.

"Harry, what are you doing?"

"Aren't you supposed to be amazing?"

"Weren't you being so brave just now?"

"Why haven't you taken it from my hand yet?"

"Oh, you've disappointed me so much, hahaha!"

Malfoy did not hold back in provoking and insulting Harry. He circled through the air, once again dodging Harry's reaching hand several times.

Harry's expression was somewhat grim. He was already moving very fast, but Malfoy always managed to evade him.

Now that he had heard Malfoy's words, Harry knew that if he wanted to take back the Remembrall, he would have to draw his wand.

So Harry gripped his flying broom with one hand and pulled out his wand with the other.

Below, Hermione and Ron Weasley saw Harry take out his wand. Knowing that he could use Elemental Magic, they immediately became worried.

Ron shouted anxiously, "Harry, you can't use magic! You'll get into huge trouble."

Though they had talked about knocking one another off their flying brooms, neither Harry nor Malfoy had actually done so, because reason told them the consequences would be terrifying.

But now, Harry had truly been shown up by Malfoy, and he could not help getting angry.

Hermione had no choice but to shout, trying to make Harry put his wand away. "Harry!"

The Gryffindor and Slytherin students also understood the danger. At this moment, none of them dared to cheer. They stared nervously at Harry and Malfoy in the sky.

They were children, after all. They were more worried now and did not truly want anyone to lose their life over this.

Malfoy heard the people on the ground shouting and saw Harry holding his wand. For a moment, panic filled his heart.

"Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle aren't up here to protect you. Don't push me," Harry shouted angrily.

The panicked Malfoy froze at Harry's words, and then his face darkened.

Harry's words made Malfoy hesitate.

"Here. Whether you can catch it or not is up to you. Hahaha!"

Malfoy shot Harry a provocative look, then threw the Remembrall away. After delivering that harsh remark, he hid his inner panic behind laughter and quickly guided his flying broom down toward the ground.

The Remembrall flew away in a perfect arc. A tower stood in its path, and if they collided, the Remembrall would definitely break.

Harry did not dare imagine that scene, or the sorrowful look on Neville's face.

Taking a deep breath, Harry leaned forward and controlled his flying broom, bursting forth with unimaginable speed as he rapidly caught up to the Remembrall.

Just as the Remembrall was about to collide with the tower and he could not reach it in time, Harry swiftly raised his wand and shouted, "Wind, dance!"

Magic shot forth. Just as the Remembrall was about to strike the tower, a gust of wind caught it and formed a wall of wind to cushion the impact.

The imagined disaster did not happen. Harry quickly flew forward and caught the Remembrall in his hand.

But at that moment, Harry suddenly felt a sharp pain in the scar on his forehead. His flying broom immediately spun out of control, and Harry nearly fell off it.

Even so, the out-of-control flying broom dragged Harry into a wild spin at incredible speed. He slammed into the wall three times in a row, and blood began to flow from his forehead.

"Harry, control your broom!" Hermione shouted anxiously.

"I can't control it! It's like a mad dog!" Harry replied as he struggled to control the flying broom.

The Gryffindor students all cried out in alarm.

What had happened to Neville was now happening to Harry Potter.

Malfoy, who had landed, stared in surprise at first. Then he burst into loud laughter.

"Look at that fierce lion. Just like Neville, he's become a sickly little cat again."

"You can imagine that his fate will be even more pitiful than Neville's."

Malfoy did not miss the chance to mock him, while his two loyal lackeys, Crabbe and Goyle, followed along.

Not every Slytherin snake had an evil heart. Some laughed at Harry, while others worried about his safety.

Harry's face was deathly pale. He desperately tried to control the flying broom, but his forehead hurt terribly, and he felt that he did not have enough strength.

Suddenly, the flying broom carried him straight toward the ground at tremendous speed, and Harry's face turned even paler.

Hermione and the others cried out in alarm at the sight.

"Harry Potter!"

"Harry!"

"Oh my God!"

"Harry's done for!"

Seeing this, Malfoy's already pale face turned even whiter.

When he truly thought Harry might die right in front of him, fear rose in his heart, along with an unwillingness to believe it.

"Dance of Wind!"

At that moment, a voice rang out, and Hermione and Ron both jolted alertly.

The next moment, a figure appeared at astonishing speed, accompanied by a surge of magical energy.

As Harry plunged downward at incredible speed, a sudden gust of wind swept in, wrapping around him and blowing the flying broom away.

Katelyle reached out, caught the panicked Harry in his arms, and slowly floated down.

With his perfect posture, incredible speed, and soothing voice, Katelyle looked like an angel at that moment, saving Harry's life.

Hermione and Ron rushed over in delight at once, shouting, "Harry!"

Katelyle set Harry down with a faint smile on his face. He reached out and said with a smile, "Water Sprite, heal his wounds. Healing Spell."

A Water Sprite condensed out of thin air and landed on Harry's forehead.

The slightly cool sensation was very comfortable. Then, before everyone's eyes, the wound on Harry's forehead healed.

Harry touched the wound. The pain was gone, and he felt much better.

Hermione and Ron surrounded Harry, concerned for his safety.

"Harry, that was amazing!" Ron said. Though he had been worried, he still praised him.

"Shut up, Ron," Hermione scolded. Then she angrily rebuked Harry, "Harry, you just did something extremely dangerous, and you nearly lost your life."

Harry took out the Remembrall, a childlike smile appearing on his face.

Hermione and Ron looked at the Remembrall, fell silent for a moment, then smiled.

"Harry Potter!"

At that moment, a stern voice rang out.

Everyone knew that voice, and it made Harry and the others shudder.

Harry in particular turned pale.

Ron and Hermione were filled with worry.