Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 60. Skipping class? That's so exciting!

Harry was furious; this was the first time in his life he had ever been so angry, to the point of being unbearable.

He argued with Malfoy yesterday and lost.

However, a piece of good news he received from Ron eased his anger somewhat.

Flight lessons will begin this afternoon.

Flying, at any time, is something that humans dream of, except for those with acrophobia.

You must perform well in class and completely outshine Malfoy.

Even when he heard Malfoy talk about how good his flying skills were and how many different kinds of flying brooms he had tried, he was still impressed.

But Harry knew that Malfoy was bragging.

At first, he believed it to be true, until Malfoy boasted that he had narrowly escaped a Muggle helicopter during a flight using his superb flying skills.

Malfoy said he was on top of the helicopter and narrowly avoided the attack with an extremely difficult maneuver.

Harry didn't know exactly what that extremely difficult flying maneuver was, but he knew that the top of the helicopter had a propeller, and that trying to avoid it by grazing the top would result in being torn to pieces.

No matter how magical it is, it cannot reassemble a pile of human body fragments.

"Dali, today's flight lesson is a joint session between our two colleges."

While reading in the library in the morning, Hermione was fidgeting and muttering to herself.

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

Flying, especially riding a flying broom, can only be learned through practice. Trying to learn how to fly from textbooks is just wishful thinking.

You can't learn it without actually doing it yourself.

"What if I can't learn it?"

Hermione looked dejected, as if she could already see everyone flying into the air while she couldn't ride her broom.

So embarrassing.

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

Dali answered without hesitation.

"What if I fall off the broom?"

Hermione then asked another question.

"I'll catch you down there," Dali said, patting his chest to assure everyone he was sure he could.

Hermione:

Although it sounds heartwarming, something just doesn't feel right.

At 3:30 p.m., the first-year Slytherin and Gryffindor wizards arrived precisely on time at a lawn outside the castle. Both wizarding families and Muggle wizards were filled with anticipation for the possibility of flying.

Dudley was yawning listlessly. To be honest, he wasn't very interested in flight lessons, which focused solely on practical skills. He was well aware that he couldn't fly on his own, and he preferred to rely on his own strength to fly rather than using a vehicle. Besides, it was a sunny day with a light breeze, perfect for a nap.

Across from the lawn stretched a continuous stretch of black trees; that location marked the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

Dozens, even hundreds, of flying brooms were neatly arranged on the ground, flanked by eager little wizards.

Soon after, Mrs. Foster, the teacher, arrived.

"What are you all waiting for?" she called out, her voice even more excited than the young wizards'. "Everyone stand next to a flying broomstick and hurry up!"

"Extend your right hand, place it above the broom handle, and say, 'Get up!'"

Yes, it's a simple, straightforward, and unpretentious incantation.

"stand up!"

Harry only had to shout once, and the broom obediently flew into his hand; he was the first among all the young wizards present to do so.

Even when others shouted several times, the broom only rolled a few times on the ground.

It has to be said that Harry really has a talent for riding flying brooms.

Soon, the brooms of the other young wizards also reacted, bouncing off the ground and into their hands.

Of course, some people's brooms don't react much for a long time, like Hermione's, which rolled around mischievously a few times and then stopped moving.

As expected, Dudley's broom hadn't reacted yet, unlike Hermione's.

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

So Dudley took advantage of the teacher's inattention, hooked his foot around the object, lifted it up with force, and then easily held it.

Dudley was quite curious about flying broomsticks. Since he couldn't use them anyway, he figured he might as well take a look.

Thinking this, Dudley picked up the broom and began to study it. The flying broom looked like just a bunch of broken sticks pieced together, with a bare middle. In fact, there was an invisible pad on the stick. Otherwise, riding on a stick for a long time would be too much for the buttocks. It was said that the pad was hidden in order to maintain the image of wizards riding brooms.

Dudley's final assessment was that it was inferior to the Magic Carpet.

Before long, one after another, little wizards began to ride brooms into the sky.

There were only a few left standing on the ground.

This includes Hermione and Dudley.

Hermione tried several more times, but the broom just kept thrashing around in the same spot, so she gave up.

Anyway, flight lessons aren't a major subject; they're not even included in the OWLs exam.

Hermione blushed slightly as she looked at Dudley standing next to her, who was already studying a flying broomstick and showed no intention of "going to heaven".

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

It was obvious that Hermione had misunderstood, thinking that Dudley had bounced up on his broomstick and that he was doing it for her.

"Uh-huh"

A scream from the sky interrupted their thoughts.

Neville, the chubby boy, lost control of his flying broom due to improper operation and fell from the sky. Fortunately, it wasn't very high, and he only broke his arm. Mrs. Hooch helped him towards the school clinic.

"What an idiot, that crybaby."

"Mr. Bottom has really hit rock bottom this time."

As Mrs. Hooch saw Neville off, people were whispering among themselves.

Meanwhile, Harry and Malfoy faced off again, continuing their argument from the previous night. No one knows what they said, but the two of them decided to go to heaven together.

Dali was too lazy to deal with them anymore. Lately, they would argue every time they met, and he was getting annoyed to death.

"Does this mean the course is over?" Dudley thought, rubbing his chin as he looked at the disorganized, chaotic group of young wizards.

Although Mrs. Hooch said she would be back soon, she certainly wouldn't be in the mood to teach anymore with a young wizard injured.

Then Dali suddenly had a bold idea.

He's been at Hogwarts for so long and hasn't done anything yet.

Hermione.

Dudley turned to Hermione and said.

Hermione, who had been staring at Dudley, was surprised when Dudley suddenly turned his head. Their eyes met, and Hermione blushed slightly. She quickly looked away.

"What's wrong?"

He answered in a low voice.

"Want to go to the Forbidden Forest?"

Dali leaned close to her ear and whispered.

"?!"

Hermione was stunned by Dudley's suggestion and covered her mouth, whispering.

"Now?"

"Of course, since it's still early, we can still make it back in time for dinner."

Let's first take a stroll around the edge of the forbidden forest, explore the route, and see if there's anything we need.

"But we're still in class right now."

Hermione verbally refused Dudley's offer, but her inner desire betrayed her.

"Skip class? With Dudley?"