After stabbing my ex-boyfriend, I went traveling

Chapter 200 HP (24)

Inflatable mattress?

This touched upon the blind spots in the knowledge of the vast majority of people present, but it was not difficult for me to understand this simple concept.

At least one thing is beyond doubt, this thing saved Neville's life.

Otherwise, if he fell from such a high place, there was a high chance that he would break his neck.

However, the broom that Neville had just used, without anyone driving it, was rising higher and higher by itself, and finally floated towards the Forbidden Forest and disappeared.

Yang Mei crossed her arms and said, "I knew that using something like this that should have been retired long ago would have great hidden dangers. Now that it can fly by itself, it will be able to sneak into the little wizards' dormitory on a dark and windy night and kill all of them."

Everyone who heard his words couldn't help but shrink their necks.

"Mr. Selwyn, please don't say such things. This incident was just an accident." Professor Hooch said dryly.

"Professor, I really don't mean to find fault." Yang Mei said sincerely, "When the accident happened just now, did you suddenly become a squib? Or as the professor of the flying class, you really only know how to ride a broom and don't know any other magic. You can't do Transfiguration, you can't do Levitation Charm... In the end, it was me who saved this student.

Although twenty feet isn't too high, we can't not save people just because there's a high probability that they won't die from the fall, right?"

The other young wizards all cast suspicious eyes at Professor Hooch, whose face turned red, feeling ashamed.

Neville's groan saved her.

Professor Hooch ran over to check on Neville, and found that the fat boy didn't even have a scratch on his skin, but he looked quite frightened.

"Well, I'll take the child to the hospital wing. You stay here and put your brooms back to where they belong. Otherwise, you'll be kicked out of Hogwarts before you even have a chance to say 'Quidditch'!"

After saying that, she pulled Neville up from the inflatable mattress and said, "Let's go, dear."

Neville's eyes were filled with confusion and fear as he was dragged away by Professor Hooch.

Because she mentioned Quidditch, many young wizards forgot that Yang Mei had just questioned her about her dereliction of duty.

Yang Mei had anticipated that children were unstable. As long as he said what he wanted, it was fine. She had no intention of letting Professor Huo Qi be laid off.

For unlucky guys like Neville, he would help them when he was in a good mood, but if he was in a bad mood, then he could only let them resign themselves to fate.

Yang Mei waved her magic wand and turned the inflatable mattress back into grass on the ground.

"Hey, what is that?" Blaise Zabini had sharp eyes and saw a ball-shaped object where Neville fell. He walked over and picked it up in his hand.

"It seems like a memory ball. If the person holding it forgets something, the ball will turn red." said Theodore Nott.

"Hey! You evil Slytherins, return Neville's memory ball!" Ron shouted angrily.

Zabini had just picked it up to have a look. His family wasn't bankrupt, so why would he covet a broken ball belonging to a stupid Gryffindor lion?

But, if you, a red-haired guy, speak like this, it will not be pleasant to hear.

"If I have to return it, I will return it directly to Longbottom. As for you, forget it. The Weasley family probably doesn't have the money to buy you such an expensive thing, right? I'm afraid you will keep it for yourself if I give it to you." Zabini said sarcastically.

Ron turned into a boiling kettle in a second, gasping for breath in anger.

"Mr. Zabini, Ron won't do that. Or you can give the Memory Ball to me. We live in the same dormitory with Neville, so it will be very convenient to give it to him." Harry stood up and said.

Zabini sneered. He really was worthy of being called the savior, as he had adapted to his identity so quickly.

"I can't just give it to you so easily. Let me think about where to put it." Zabini turned his head and looked around. "How about putting it on a tree?"

"Bring me the Remembrano!" Harry shouted.

But Zabini had already jumped onto his broomstick and took off.

As a child of a pure-blood family, his flying skills are also very good.

Zabini controlled the broom and hovered at a height parallel to the top of an oak tree. He shouted, "Whoever wants the Memory Ball can come up and get it."

Harry looked at Yang Mei and Draco, hoping that they would stop Zabini's behavior.

"Potter, you have to know that although we have a good relationship with Blaise, it does not mean that we can influence his decision at will." Yang Mei said slowly, "Besides, he was not the one who started the trouble in the first place, so why should he take a step back first?"

Draco didn't think there was anything wrong with what Zabini did. He just felt sorry that he was not the one who was so in the spotlight. After all, he flew much better than Zabini.

Harry was filled with disappointment. He gritted his teeth, grabbed his broom and rode on it.

"No!" Hermione shouted at him, "Professor Hooch told us not to move when she left. You're going to get us all in trouble!"

But Harry was already too excited at the moment and ignored Hermione.

He pushed off the ground with his broom and rose into the air, the air whirring through his hair and his robes fluttering behind him.

He never knew that he had such a great talent in flying. The broom was wielded by him like an arm. All kinds of flying skills seemed to be engraved in his blood and had just been awakened.

From his perch in the air, Harry could hear the girls screaming on the ground, and he heard Ron's cry of admiration.

"Tsk! This should be his first time using a broomstick, right?" Draco was a little jealous of such talent.

She looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "Draco, to be honest, I've taken you on a plane to the Muggle world, so why are you still so enthusiastic about riding a broom?"

"Because it's cool!" Draco answered loudly.