Neville suddenly stepped onto the broom, took a deep breath, and whispered, "Get up." The broom trembled slightly at his command, and then slowly rose up. Neville's legs were shaking a little, his fingers tightly grasped the broom handle, and sweat had seeped out of his palms, but at this moment he didn't care about being nervous, and there was only one thought in his mind-chase.
The broom was not flying steadily, and it was even a little shaky, as if it would lose control at any time.
"Malfoy, give it back to me!" Neville's voice was particularly weak in the air, and the wind almost swallowed his shouts. His figure was swaying in the air, as if he would fall off the broom at any time, but he never gave up and desperately chased in the direction of Malfoy.
Suddenly, the broom trembled violently, and then completely lost control and began to shake violently in the air. Neville's body swayed left and right with the shaking of the broom, his fingers could hardly hold the broom handle, and the whole person was thrown to the left and right. His heart beat as if it was about to jump out of his chest, and the feeling of fear instantly swept through his body.
"Ah! Help!"
Neville's voice rang in the air, with despair and helplessness. His body slipped off the broom, and his hands waved desperately in the air, trying to grab something, but he couldn't grab anything. The wind whistled past his ears, the scenery in front of him spun rapidly, and the ground was getting closer and closer. Neville's heart almost stopped beating.
Harry stood on the ground and saw Neville falling from the air, and his face changed instantly. He stepped on his broom without hesitation, quickly took off, and rushed towards Neville.
"Hold on, Neville!"
Harry's voice echoed in the air, with a hint of anxiety. He was flying in the air, his eyes fixed on Neville's falling trajectory, his fingers tightly grasped the broom handle, his body slightly leaned forward, and the whole person was like an arrow from a string, rushing straight towards Neville.
Just as Neville was about to fall to the ground, Harry swooped down, stretched out his hand and grabbed Neville's robe. Neville's body suddenly paused in the air, and then was pulled up by Harry and landed steadily on Harry's broom.
Neville's face was still pale, his legs were shaking weakly, and his fingers were tightly grasping Harry's robes, as if he was afraid that he would fall again. His breathing was rapid, and his eyes were full of fear and relief after surviving the disaster.
Malfoy stood in the air not far away, and saw all this, with a sneer on his lips. He raised the memory ball in his hand and deliberately shook it in front of Harry and Neville, his tone full of sarcasm: "It seems that your friendship is really deep, even falling together." There was provocation in his eyes, and it was obvious that he didn't take what happened just now to heart.
Harry looked up at Malfoy, his face sank. His fingers slightly clenched the broom handle, and a hint of anger flashed in his eyes: "Malfoy, give the memory ball back."
Malfoy shrugged, and the corners of his mouth still had that unpleasant smile: "Want it? Then come and get it yourself." After he finished speaking, the broom turned and flew high into the sky again.
Harry took a deep breath, stepped on the broom, and took off again, chasing after Malfoy. The two figures drew smooth arcs in the air, and the speed of the broom was amazing.
Malfoy looked back, raised the memory ball, shook it in the air, and said provocatively: "Potter, can you catch up with me?"
Harry ignored his provocation, slightly adjusted the direction of the broom with his fingers, leaned forward slightly, and the broom immediately accelerated, and instantly flew side by side with Malfoy.
"Grandmaster, why do I feel that Harry's flying method is very similar to the sword flying in our Taoist school." Ivan saw from below that Harry's flying method was slightly different from the method taught by Madam Hooch, and it was more like the flying method of the East in the book.
Grandmaster flashed in his mind, and seemed to be thinking, "Well, Harry's flying method is indeed somewhat similar to sword flying, but his movements are more smooth and natural, and he does not need to rely too much on spiritual power. It is more like a tacit understanding between him and the broom."
At this moment, Harry suddenly accelerated, and the broom drew a beautiful arc in the air, instantly approaching Malfoy. Malfoy obviously didn't expect Harry to be so fast, and he tried to turn in a hurry, but Harry had already reached out and grabbed the memory ball in his hand.
Malfoy's face changed instantly, and he tried to take back the memory ball, but Harry quickly put the ball into his pocket, and then with a beautiful flip, the broom was steadily suspended in the air. Harry looked down at Malfoy with a hint of victory in his eyes, "It seems that your speed is not fast enough, Malfoy."
Malfoy's face darkened, and a flash of anger flashed in his eyes. He was about to explode, but he saw Harry turned and flew towards the ground.
At this time, Madam Hooch also rushed to the venue. Her face was livid, and her eyes swept across the students present, and finally fell on Harry and Malfoy, "Mr. Potter, Mr. Malfoy, you two are doing such dangerous things in class, which is a great disrespect to the flying class! Gryffindor and Slytherin will each be deducted 10 points!"
When Madam Hooch was about to speak, a voice came.
"Mr. Potter!" Professor McGonagall was walking towards them quickly. "Come to my office."
Ivan no longer paid attention to Porter's situation. He had just learned to fly today and wanted to experience it more.
After all, this was a flying technique that even the founder did not know when he was alive!