Hogwarts: Harry Returns from Water Margin

Chapter 19 Flight Course Branch Battle Royale

Picking up where we left off, Harry asked Mrs. Hooch if a broom could hurt her crotch. This astonishing question made the wizard panic and the witch blush.

Although Mrs. Hodge remained silent, she answered truthfully, "Please rest assured, Mr. Potter, each flying broomstick is enchanted with shock-absorbing and levitation charms, which can greatly ensure the safety of wizards."

She glanced again at Crabbe and Goyle, the two chubby guys. "The problem you're worried about doesn't exist."

Harry laughed and said, "If that's the case, then I have no worries."

Seeing that no one doubted her anymore, Madam Huoqi clapped her hands and exclaimed, "Alright, now do as I said!"

Harry opened his palm, shouted "Get up!" and the broom sprang up and was in his hand.

It was easy for him, but not everyone could do it. People like Hermione and Ron shouted several times, but the broom just swayed from side to side, like a cripple.

Seeing Harry succeed on his first try, Hermione exclaimed in surprise, "Harry, how did you do that?"

Harry laughed and said, "It's strange, I've never flown before, but seeing this broom, I feel a connection with it."

As they were talking, they suddenly heard Neville scream in pain. He rode his broomstick straight up into the sky, swinging wildly left and right, before crashing down and breaking his leg.

Lady Hooch quickly helped Neville up and went to fetch the physician, Lady Pomfrey, for treatment.

"Did you see what he looked like just now? That big oaf." After Lady Hooch had disappeared from sight, Malfoy sneered, "I dare say even a troll is smarter than him—what is that?"

Seeing a light shining where Neville had fallen, Malfoy went to look and found it was a crystal ball.

He took the ball and laughed, "Look, it must have been sent to him by that big idiot's grandma."

Although Neville Longbottom is a reckless and dull man, he is also a brother of Gryffindor. How could Harry allow Malfoy to run rampant here?

He stepped forward and shouted angrily, "You scoundrel, what nonsense are you spouting? You dare steal from my brother! Did you miss out on my punches on the train, and now you're craving something else?!"

Harry's shout startled Malfoy so much that he nearly dropped the crystal ball.

Turning his head, he saw several Slytherin students behind him, which gave him renewed confidence.

Even if this manic scarred guy can take on three people, so what? I have more than two people around me now!

Thinking this, Malfoy calmly remarked, "Oh dear, Mr. Savior, are you even going to protect a fool like Longbottom?"

"Oh, great Potter, please, save me!"

Malfoy continued to act strangely, causing the Slytherin students to burst into laughter.

Seeing Harry being mocked, Ron couldn't hold back any longer. He pushed forward and shouted, "Shut up, Malfoy! Someone like you who only abandons his friends wouldn't save you even if you begged Harry!"

Crabbe and Gore both lowered their heads upon hearing this, remaining calm and silent.

Malfoy, his sore spot reopened, retorted angrily, "What's it to you, Weasley? You idiot who only hangs out with Mudbloods!"

Harry already knew that Mudblood was an insult, and seeing Malfoy's veiled insult to Hermione, he was furious.

"You son of a bitch! You'll infuriate your ancestors!"

With a single shout, he grabbed the broom and ran off.

Malfoy knew Harry was skilled in martial arts, and seeing his imposing presence, Malfoy panicked and tried to flee. Just as he was about to fly away on his broomstick, Harry was already right in front of him, broomstick in hand.

The flying broomstick in Harry's hands was like a stick, spinning like a windmill. Four or five paces away, he grabbed the broomstick by the base and jabbed it, shouting:

"middle!"

This thrust struck right in the center, sending the Malfoys sprawling backwards with their brooms.

Harry flicked the broom again, and the crystal ball flew up and landed in his hand.

The Gryffindor students applauded, but Hermione was anxious and quickly went to persuade Harry.

"Harry! You can't fight him, it'll cost you points!"

Seeing that she only cared about grades and was unsympathetic, a wizard named Seamus couldn't help but exclaim:

"Please, Miss Granger! If grades are more important to you than Harry and Neville, why didn't you go to Hufflepuff during the sorting?"

As the saying goes, harsh words can be incredibly hurtful, and Hermione felt as if struck by lightning. She cried out in grievance, "I'm doing this all for Gryffindor's good! Don't you want to win the House Cup at least once?"

"All I know is that we can win this one time!"

The two continued arguing, and Malfoy, already furious and embarrassed, got up. He seized the opportunity, pulled out his wand, and fired a spell at Harry.

That scarred man, who slaughtered countless bandits and fought against rebel thugs, could snore loudly at night while still keeping one eye half-open. Malfoy's actions were so flamboyant; how could Harry not know?

The curse came flying, and Harry dodged it by simply turning his head, but Seamus was hit instead. Without uttering a word, he fell straight down, his face swollen as if stung by a bee.

Harry, enraged, shouted, "You treacherous bastard! You've used such underhanded tricks to harm my brother again! Take this!"

He raised the broom and leaped down, bringing it down with a loud crack. The broom snapped in half, and Malfoy fell to the ground unconscious.

The Slytherin students, seeing this, were filled with fear and quickly grabbed their wands. The Gryffindor students, not to be outdone, also unleashed their spells.

It should be understood that people can be divided into friend and foe, but spells are indiscriminate. Harry was squeezed in the center, and spells rained down on him like a barrage of arrows.

He rolled over, flipped over to Malfoy, hoisted him onto his shoulder, and then rushed over with his broom, chopping, thrusting, sweeping, and stabbing, making the Slytherin fall backward on his broom.

Poems as proof:

The broom lashes out angrily at the two courtyards, while a young snake is carried on the shoulder as a shield as the journey begins.

With a sweeping motion, they cleaved through the enemy ranks like a rolling mat, leaving men and horses sprawling and all captured.

Harry's staff fighting skills were superb, and he rampaged through the crowd. The Slytherin students hurriedly threw spells, but they all hit Malfoy.

Seeing Harry surrounded, Ron grew anxious and shouted, "Everyone, follow me and get Harry out!"

"Save Harry!"

"Take them down!"

"We absolutely cannot let them hurt Harry!"

The Gryffindor students shouted, each grabbing a broom, and charged after Ron. Hermione tried to dissuade them, but no one paid her any attention.

Know that in a wizarding duel, the distance is three feet; if they get close, flesh and blood will be torn apart. No matter how many spells you cast, if they come at your doorstep, they are no match for a flying broom.

The Gryffindor students rushed forward, wielding brooms and wildly striking the Slytherins, causing them to scream in agony. Within moments, they all threw down their wands and ran away.

The battle was a resounding victory, and the Gryffindor students were overjoyed, cheering and tossing Harry into the air.

"Harry, we've won!"

"We won!"

"Gryffindor is invincible! Let those Slytherins cry their eyes out!"

Just as the cheers were starting, a woman slowly approached. Seeing the mess on the ground, she exclaimed, "What happened here?!"

The students turned around and saw that the person who had come was Madam Huo Qi.

Madam Hooch glanced at the disheveled Slytherin students not far away, her expression a mixture of shock and anger.

"Now, can anyone tell me what's going on?"

It is:

The Lion and Snake schools have a long-standing feud, and they vented their anger with a chaotic brawl during flight class.

The scarred young man displayed his extraordinary prowess, prompting Lady Huo Qi to question him about right and wrong.