Hogwarts: I am Harry's Cousin

Chapter 60 60. Is skipping class so exciting?

Harry was angry, for the first time in his life, and it was unbearable.

He had lost an argument with Malfoy yesterday.

However, the good news he got from Ron eased his anger a little.

Flying lessons are starting this afternoon.

Flying, no matter when, is the dream of human beings, except for those who are afraid of heights.

Be sure to perform well in class and compare Malfoy severely.

Even if he heard Malfoy say how good his flying skills are, how many different kinds of broomsticks he has tried.

But Harry knew that Malfoy was bragging.

In fact, he believed it at first, until Malfoy boasted that he had escaped a Muggle helicopter with super high flying skills during a flight.

Malfoy said he was on the top of the helicopter, doing an extremely difficult maneuver to avoid it.

Harry didn't know exactly what that extremely difficult flying maneuver was, but he knew that the top of the helicopter was a propeller, and the result of rubbing against the top to avoid it was smashed into countless pieces.

No matter how amazing the magic is, it is impossible to complete the assembly and restoration of a pile of human body fragments.

"Dudley, today's flying lesson is taught by our two houses together."

When reading in the library in the morning, Hermione fidgeted and chattered.

"What to do? I'm not prepared at all. No matter how many books I read, I can't learn to fly."

Flying, especially riding a broomstick, can only be practiced to learn the truth, and it can only be wishful thinking to learn to fly from textbooks.

It cannot be learned without practice.

"What if I can't learn?"

Hermione looked dismayed, as if she'd seen everyone fly into the air and she couldn't ride a broom.

It's so embarrassing.

"I'll stay with you on the ground."

Dudley replied without thinking.

"And what if I fall off the broom?"

Hermione asked again.

"I'll catch you down there." Dudley patted his chest and said that he would definitely catch you.

Hermione: .

Although it sounds very warm, I always feel that something is wrong.

At 3:30 in the afternoon, Slytherin and first-year Gryffindor wizards came to a lawn outside the castle on time. For the matter of being able to fly, whether it is a wizard from a family of wizards or a little wizard imposed by Muggles They are all looking forward to it.

Only Dudley was yawning boredly. To be honest, he was not very interested in flying courses that only focused on practice. My own strength is flying, and it is a clear, breezy day, which is perfect for a nap.

On the opposite side of the lawn are endless black trees, and that position is the border of the Forbidden Forest.

Dozens or hundreds of broomsticks were neatly placed on the ground, and there were little wizards full of expectations standing on both sides.

After a while, Mrs. Huo Qi, the teacher, came.

"What are you waiting for?" She said loudly, her tone was more excited than that of the little wizards: "Everyone stand next to a broomstick, hurry up."

"Put your right hand over the handle of the broom and say, Get up!"

Well, what a simple, crude and unpretentious incantation.

"stand up!"

Harry only yelled, and the broom flicked into his hand very obediently. He was the first among all the little wizards present to do so.

Even if the others yelled several times, the broom only rolled a few times on the ground.

I have to say that Harry really has a talent for riding a broomstick.

Soon, the brooms of the other little wizards also responded one after another, bouncing from the ground to their hands.

Of course, some people's brooms didn't respond much for a long time, such as Hermione, who rolled naughtily for a few times and then remained motionless.

As far as Dudley was concerned, Hermione's broom hadn't responded yet.

To him, the flying broom is just an ordinary broom.

So Dudley took advantage of the teacher's inattention, hooked his foot and lifted it vigorously, then held it easily.

Dudley is quite curious about things like the broomstick, since they can't be used anyway, so it's better to study it.

Thinking of this, Dudley began to study on his own with a broom. The broomstick seemed to be just a rotten stick put together, with a bare center. In fact, there was an invisible cushion on the stick, otherwise it would take a long time. Flying on a wooden stick, the hips will be somewhat unbearable. It is said that in order to uphold the long-standing image of wizards riding brooms, the mats are invisible again.

Dudley's final evaluation was not as good as the magic carpet.

After a while, little wizards started riding brooms to the sky one after another.

Few of them were still standing on the ground.

This includes Hermione and Dudley.

Hermione tried a few more times, but the broom still just flopped around, so she gave up.

Anyway, flying class is not a big subject, not even in the O.W.Ls exam.

Looking at Dudley who was standing next to her, already studying with a broomstick in his hand, without the slightest hint of 'going to heaven', Hermione's face flushed slightly.

"Actually, you don't have to stay with me."

It was obvious that Hermione had misunderstood, thinking that Dudley had flicked the broomstick up by himself, and thought it was for her.

"Uh-huh"

A scream from the sky interrupted their thoughts.

Fatty Neville lost control of his broomstick due to improper operation, and fell from the sky. Fortunately, he was not very high, but his arm was broken. Mrs. Hooch helped him to walk towards the school infirmary.

"What an idiot, that little crying bag."

"Mr. Bottom really hit the bottom this time."

When Mrs. Hooch sent Neville away, there were whispers.

On the other side, Harry and Malfoy faced each other again, and continued the unfinished quarrel last night, and they didn't know what to say, anyway, the two met in the sky.

Dudley didn't bother to talk to the two of them anymore, and recently they quarreled whenever they met, and he was almost annoyed to death.

"Doesn't this mean that the class is over?" Looking at the messy little wizards, Dudley squeezed his chin lightly and thought.

Although Mrs. Hooch said that she would be back in a while, she was definitely not in the mood to teach after a little wizard was injured.

Then Dudley suddenly had a bold idea.

He hadn't done a job in Hogwarts for so long.

"Hermione."

Dudley turned to Hermione.

Hermione, who was staring at Dudley, unexpectedly turned his head around suddenly, his eyes met, his face began to flush slightly again, and he quickly looked away.

"how?"

He replied in a low voice.

"Do you want to go to the Forbidden Forest?"

Dudley whispered in her ear.

"?!"

Hermione was stunned when she heard Dudley's proposal, and covered her mouth in a low voice.

"Now?"

"Of course, while it's still early, I can come back in time for dinner."

Go around the edge of the Forbidden Forest first, explore the route, and see if there is anything you need.

"But we're still in class."

For Dudley's proposal, Hermione verbally refused, but the eagerness in her heart still betrayed her.

'Skipping class? With Dudley? '

'So exciting? '

"Escaped, it's not like I didn't do it."

It wasn't the first time for the two of them. Dudley took Hermione to skip class as early as Oxford Dragon Primary School.