Madam Hooch's mouth fell open as she stared at Lyon as though he were a monster.
"You... that's the flying ability only Voldemort possesses! How do you know how to...?!"
"Professor, it's just the Flying Charm. Some time ago, I upgraded the Levitation Charm into the Flying Charm," Lyon said, looking toward Neville and Draco.
"Professor, I'll go settle them in first," Lyon said, receiving Madam Hooch's approval.
Students from both houses had gathered nearby as well. The Slytherin students stood neatly behind Lyon, as though guarding their god.
"Look, our Godfather Lyon can fly!"
Neville had only just gotten to his feet when he excitedly spoke to those around him. Many Slytherin students had no idea why Lyon could fly either, and they all stared at him with unconcealed curiosity.
Unlike the restrained Slytherin students, the little lions of Gryffindor could not hold themselves back. One after another, they shoved toward the front of the crowd, all wanting to see what was going on.
But Lyon said nothing. He took two steps forward, stopped before Malfoy, patted him on the shoulder, and glanced behind him.
"Take Draco and Neville to the Hospital Wing. From now on, I don't want anyone in the Razor Gang facing this kind of danger again."
"Members of the Razor Gang do not put themselves in danger. Before doing anything, you must fully consider every aspect that could work against you. Neville, did you hear me?" Lyon stared at Neville with sharp eyes.
Yet Neville felt warmth fill his heart. This sense of belonging, and Godfather Lyon's regard for him, was what he had always sought.
He might be clumsy, and he might sometimes do foolish things, but Godfather Lyon had never shown any dissatisfaction with that. Instead, he had always guided him in the