The next morning, the six friends gathered again at their usual seats.
Although the students from the four houses were slightly surprised by the scene, they didn't pay too much attention to it, as it's normal for children to have a sudden disagreement and then make up just as quickly.
However, the atmosphere among the six was a bit subtle today.
Ron and Draco were exceptionally excited, enthusiastically recounting their Flying Class stories.
Hermione and Neville, on the other hand, appeared very nervous.
Although Neville came from a Wizard family, he had never touched a broomstick before.
To prepare for the afternoon Flying Class, Hermione had specifically borrowed a book called "Quidditch Through the Ages" from the library.
These past few days, she had been constantly muttering the Flying Class instructions from the book.
Harry and Ron were dizzy from her incessant talking, while Draco bluntly told her, "Flying Class isn't that hard; once you're airborne, just let your instincts take over."
Hermione simply said "thank you" politely and then immersed herself back into the knowledge of her book.
Neville stayed by her side, listening intently and occasionally asking questions; although he couldn't remember much, listening to those clear instructions made him feel a little more at ease.
Nios was probably the calmest among them.
After coming to this world, he had lost interest in Flying Class; now, he actually enjoyed the feeling of walking with his feet on solid ground more.
During their conversation, two owls dropped two parcels to them, one for Draco and one for Neville.
Draco often received sweets from home, and even during the few days when the group was separated, he would share them after receiving them.
Ron was eagerly helping Draco unwrap his parcel when he saw Neville take out a glass ball, with white mist swirling inside, from his own parcel.
"This is a Remembrall," Neville explained, seeing his companions' curious gazes.
"Grandma knows I have a bad memory and need things to remind me.
Just squeeze it hard, and if it turns red…" Before he could finish, the Remembrall in his hand had unceremoniously turned a dazzling red.
"...it means… you've forgotten something," Neville added awkwardly.
Draco snatched the Remembrall and casually placed it on the table: "This thing is useless."
Harry tried to comfort him: "Neville has a bad memory; this should help, right?"
Draco popped a licorice wand into his mouth and said disdainfully, "Harry, it only tells you 'you've forgotten,' but not 'what you've forgotten.' Besides causing anxiety, this thing is good for nothing." The others around the table paused, then realized how useless it was.
"Actually, you could try it," Nios said, with a hint of playfulness in his voice.
"Your Grandma really understands you.
Every time it turns red, you instinctively try desperately to recall what you've missed, isn't that a form of memory training?" Everyone suddenly understood.
Even Draco, who had just scoffed at it, couldn't help but ponder: Maybe... I should ask my family to send one too?
Although he was confident in his own memory, who would refuse to become even better?
In the afternoon, they finally had their first Flying Class.
The Flying Class was held on a lawn near the Forbidden Forest.
The Slytherin Wizards were already lined up and waiting.
Twenty-one old broomsticks were neatly laid out on the grass.
Soon, Madam Hooch, the Flying Class Professor, strode over.
"Everyone stand next to a broom! Quickly! Hurry up!" she commanded crisply.
The young Wizards quickly lined up.
"Stick out your right hand, place it above your broom," Madam Hooch demonstrated with a loud voice, "and say: 'Up!'"
The lawn began to echo with the Wizards' shouts of "Up!" rising and falling.
Nios, Harry, and Draco all succeeded on their first try, their brooms leaping steadily into their hands with a "whoosh."
Ron had to shout a few more times before his broom suddenly jumped up, but it hit him directly on the nose, causing a burst of laughter from those around him.
Hermione's broom only rolled around on the grass, stubbornly refusing to rise.
Neville's performance was even worse; his broom remained motionless, as if rooted to the ground.
Eventually, the few Wizards who couldn't succeed had to pick their brooms up from the ground.
Next, Madam Hooch explained the key points and precautions for Flying Class in detail, and corrected everyone's grip one by one.
Draco's grip was always incorrect; Madam Hooch corrected him several times before he grudgingly adjusted it.
"Alright, listen carefully!" Madam Hooch scanned the field.
"When I blow my whistle, you will push off hard with both legs and leave the ground.
Remember! Push off hard! Hold your broom steady, rise a few feet, then lean slightly forward and descend vertically back to the ground!"
"Listen for my whistle! Three, two"
Before the "two" had fully faded, a nervous Neville had instinctively pushed off the ground, shooting straight up into the sky with a "whoosh"!
"Come back, child!" Madam Hooch shouted, but it was too late.
Neville flew straight up more than twenty feet; gravity and the excessive speed caused him to slowly slide down from the broom handle!
Neville's terrified scream ripped through the air.
Just at this critical moment, Nios quickly pulled out the dehydrated, solidified little pink.
He aimed at the spot where Neville was about to fall! And threw it hard.
At the same time, he slammed his hands down onto the ground.
A stream of water suddenly gushed from the ground, shooting directly towards the little pink in the air.
The dehydrated little pink expanded wildly upon contact with water, instantly transforming into a giant pink soft cushion.
Neville landed on it with a "thud," instantly adhering firmly to the little pink, unable to move.
"Well done, Mr. Chaos! Gryffindor gets five points!" Madam Hooch let out a long breath, praising him sincerely.
Nios had just grinned when he suddenly remembered something, his expression changing as he shouted towards the center of the cushion: "Neville! Quickly lift your head! Don't let your hair touch the little pink!"
Hearing this, Neville, spread-eagled in the center of the cushion, tried to struggle a few times, but his body remained motionless.
He could, however, clearly feel a cold sensation on the back of his head; obviously, the little pink hadn't been polite and had already started "eating."
Tears of despair slowly welled up in Neville's eyes…
Madam Hooch and Nios quickly rushed to the edge of the cushion.
Without a word, Nios clapped his hands together over the little pink, separating the moisture from inside the little pink again.
Azazel was still sound asleep in the summoning circle at this moment.
However, this time they were on an open lawn, and the separated water vapor was blown away by the wind, instantly vanishing without a trace.
After Neville broke free, the first thing he did was touch the back of his head.
His fingertips met a smooth, cold, empty sensation!
"Pfft hahahaha!" Neville's shiny bald head was particularly conspicuous in the sunlight, and the surrounding Wizards could no longer hold back, bursting into thunderous laughter.
Even Madam Hooch quickly turned her face away, her shoulders suspiciously twitching a few times.
She forced back her laughter, walked forward, and took Neville's hand: "Come on, child, Madam Pomfrey definitely has a hair-growing Potion."
Before leaving, Madam Hooch sternly scanned the entire field: "I'm taking this child to the Hospital Wing! Everyone, put your brooms back in their original places and stay put!
Anyone who dares to move will never see Quidditch!" With that, she pulled Neville, who was covering the back of his head, and walked towards the Castle.
Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Draco witnessed Neville's plight and couldn't help but shiver, secretly thankful that this thing had never touched their hair.
Draco stared intently at the pink gem that Nios had retrieved.
That heart-stopping scene just now had completely refreshed his understanding of the little pink.
He made up his mind that after class, he would definitely send the little pink Nios had given him back home and have his father thoroughly research this item!