There weren't many classes in the first grade, and there was only one flying class in the afternoon.

However, no one had expected an accident that was neither too big nor too small to happen during a light flying lesson.

Before the class started, young master Draco had been complaining about why the first grade students weren't allowed to bring their flying brooms. He also revealed that his father had promised to buy him the latest brooms.

Xiu, who wasn't very interested in brooms, casually asked, "Is there a big difference between different brooms?" Then, Draco looked at him like he was looking at a monster for a full minute.

"Damn it, are you kidding me, Xiu?

Don't you know how important brooms are?

Don't you play Quidditch? "As a Quidditch enthusiast, Draco felt that Xiu's ignorance was simply inconceivable.

He shrugged his shoulders. Xiu knew what Quidditch was. Wasn't it just riding a broom and flying around to play ball?

Was it fun?

"It's nothing, I don't play Quidditch." He said.

"That's really …" Before Draco could finish his words, a lady wearing a cloak and a delicate silver whistle around her neck hurriedly came over with more than ten brooms.

This was Madam Huo Qi, who was responsible for teaching flying skills and also the referee of Quidditch's competition.

Seeing more than ten old brooms, Draco instantly exploded. "Oh, what did I just see?

Hogwarts are so poor that they have to use these hundreds of years old brooms?

Can they fly? "

Madam Huo Qi didn't get angry when she heard this. Instead, she smiled generously and said, "Don't worry, child.

They can fly, but I can't guarantee anything else. "

Then, the capable Madam Huo Qi asked each student to take a broom and put it at their feet. Then, she began to teach them how to summon brooms.

Unexpectedly, when the little wizards were still communicating with the antique brooms, a fat boy from Gryffindor was lifted high into the air by a broom. It was very dangerous.

It happened so suddenly that even though Mrs. Huo Qi was watching the boy closely, she didn't have time to ride the broom and chase after him. She could only protect the students behind her and try to think of a way to salvage the situation.

Xiu quickly took out his own magic wand and gave the boy who was scared out of his wits a protective armor. Then, the moment he fell, Xiu flew up and caught the poor guy who had fainted.

After landing steadily, Mrs. Huo Qi looked at Alpha Ursae disapprovingly. "You're too reckless, Mr. Spensee.

Since you saved Mr. Longbottom safely … 10 points for Slytherin. "

After saying that, he instructed the others to practice summoning brooms and not to fly without permission. Then, he hurriedly brought the unconscious Longbottom to the Medical Wing.

For the sake of the armor, I hope the poor guy isn't hurt too badly.

Xiu thought.

Then, when he turned around, he met Draco's deep and probing gaze.

"It looks like the school will consider giving us a new batch of brooms."

Xiu joked. Draco put away his probing gaze and nodded seriously. "Even if the school doesn't want to change it, I will ask my father to ask the school to change it."

In his heart, he secretly complained, "Okay, okay, are you afraid that others don't know that your father is a school director?

How many times a day will you be satisfied? "

Who knew that when he looked up, Xiu saw the young Mr. Malfoy take Longbottom's memory ball and ride a broom into the sky to provoke Harry.

Putting aside the unfriendliness in front of the branch, the contemptuous smile in the Transfiguration class instantly appeared in Harry's mind. Now, he actually used other students' things to provoke him?

Harry didn't think much about it and accepted the challenge.

From the time Xiu noticed that Draco took the memory ball to the time when the two of them flew into the air one after the other, it took less than a minute.

Obviously, it was too late for Xiu to ride the broom and chase after them to stop the fight.

He had to hold the broom in one hand and was ready to help at any time, while the other hand held the magic wand and kept throwing "Protective Armor" at the two of them.

While throwing, he also cursed in his heart, "Quarreling to the sky, I've only seen a pair of you."

Fortunately, the Merlin's blessing and the two of them had good flying skills, so they didn't break their necks because of their reckless behavior.

Harry once again cast a grateful look, and Draco unwillingly threw him a supercilious look.

Afterwards, Harry was a blessing in disguise. In the first grade, he was specially recommended by Professor Mcgonagall to be the youngest ball seeker in the Gryffindor's Quidditch team. This made Draco gnash his teeth for several days, but this was a story for another day.

"Merlin above!

You are too reckless. Before Madam Huo Qi left, she said that you are not allowed to fly without permission. "It wasn't that Xiu didn't see Draco's unwilling appearance after he landed.

Although the two of them weren't very close, he couldn't help but say this from the perspective of an ordinary friend.

His silver-blue eyes looked deeply at Alpha Ursae. "Don't be like this. Isn't Madam Huo Qi's evaluation of you, Xiu?

Besides, I didn't fly without permission, I allowed it.

Besides … Besides, if you would save someone you don't know, if it was me, you would also save me, right? "

This glance made Xiu speechless. What was Draco's intention?

Was he just saying it casually, or was there a hidden meaning in his words?

The group of people cheering around Harry made Xiu and Draco look very weak.

Who could control this young master when he was capricious?

Xiu sighed as if he had accepted his fate.

The flying lesson ended in silence. Throwing down the old broom, Draco suddenly wanted to go back and take a bath.

I don't understand, I don't understand.

Xiu was too lazy to say anything and followed him back to Slytherin's Rest.

The summer vacation had just ended, and the senior students were either going to class or catching up with friends they hadn't seen during the summer vacation.

Therefore, the rest room was empty except for the boy surnamed Nord, who was sitting in an inconspicuous corner and flipping through a book. At this time, Xiu remembered that he didn't see him in the flying lesson.

"Hey, I didn't see you in the flying lesson. Are you not feeling well?" Xiu took the initiative to throw out an olive branch and asked.

"Theodore Nord." Theodore took the olive branch and stretched out his hand. "I'm not feeling well, so I'll probably be absent from flying lessons for a long time.

What's the matter? Is there anything interesting in flying lessons? "

Xiu shook the white and slender hand. "Xiu Spensee, just call me Xiu.

There's nothing interesting, but two people quarreled with each other. It's the first time I've seen it. "

Guessing that it wasn't a small problem like not acclimatizing, Xiu skipped the matter of poor health and answered the next question.

Hearing Xiu's words, Theodore didn't show much surprise. "Young Master Malfoy and that Harry Potter?" Although it was a question, his tone was certain, as if he had already expected this.

The previous dispute between the two had spread in less than a day, so it wasn't surprising that Theodore knew about it.

Xiu spread out his hands helplessly. "It's the two of them."

Theodore laughed, and this time, even his eyes couldn't be seen. "Tsk, wait and see, Xiu.

The two of them aren't finished. "Xiu casually agreed. He always felt that a child's temper wouldn't be that big.

Who knew that Theodore's words would come true.

The next day was Friday. In addition to the day when the stairs were willful, it was also time for the first year students to attend their potions class.

Draco's crucible had long been thirsty.

If the stairs in Hogwarts could be willful, then if a professor wanted to arrange his classroom in a damp, cold, and dark cellar, it shouldn't be a problem. Not to mention, this professor was the dean of Slytherin, a Master Potion.

When the bell rang, the cellar door was vigorously pushed open. Dressed in a black robe, Professor Snape, whose face was as cold as frost, walked all the way to the podium and stood there with an imposing manner.

Except for Draco, who had a look of worship, the professor's gaze was not intimidated by his imposing manner.

The classroom, which was originally filled with all kinds of chatter, seemed to have been hit with the pause button and instantly quieted down.

It's a pity that Professor Snape doesn't care about discipline. The effect is immediate.

Xiu, who was the first to recover, thought in his heart.

The person standing on the podium didn't care whether the students had recovered or not. He gathered his robe and put his hands together to begin his opening remarks.

"This class doesn't require you to stupidly wave your wand or blindly chant spells.

In fact, I don't expect most people to understand the precise science and correct techniques of making potions.

However, for those gifted few, I can teach you how to confuse the mind and confuse the senses. I can teach you how to win fame, cook glory, and even prevent death. "

He didn't know what Professor Mcgonagall would think if he heard this sentence, but at this moment, Professor Snape was simply too cool in Xiu's eyes!

It could be noticed that when he talked about the gifted few, Draco, who was sitting next to him, proudly stuck out his small chest, and the tuft of hair on the top of his head swayed along with it.

When Xiu thought that Professor Snape would give a lyrical and rigorous parallel sentence, the target of the person on the podium changed. Coincidentally, it was Xiu's acquaintance, Harry.

After asking three questions in a row, which directly confused Harry, Professor Snape was very sarcastic towards the unlucky Harry.

The seats were a little far away, so Xiu couldn't help. He could only silently light a candle in his heart.

However, this was exactly what Draco wanted. The young master, who was always cold and arrogant, couldn't help but smile from ear to ear.

After a Potions class, the Gryffindor students who were stunned by the various reasons for the deduction of points were already numb.

In front of a sharp-tongued professor who wouldn't let go of any mistakes and would mercilessly ridicule them, how could one not change one's expression in class?

Later, it was said that a Gryffindor freshman had a nightmare that night. In the dream, the black-robed professor's face was gloomy and he kept repeating, "Deduct five points from Gryffindor!" It was enough to prove that the Potions class had left a terrible psychological shadow on him.

However, at this time, Draco seemed to be like a fish back in water.

He could be counted as one of the gifted few that Professor Snape mentioned. His comprehension ability and hands-on ability could be said to be superb. It was no wonder that he was favored by the picky professor.

Of course, later on, he learned that Professor Snape was Draco's godfather, and that this guy grew up in a pile of potions.

Xiu felt that it was probably not just gifted.

They were not on the same starting line at all. Comparing with him was just looking for trouble.