Harry was overwhelmed by anger and, without thinking any further, immediately mounted his broom.
Hermione hurriedly tried to stop him.
“Harry, absolutely not! Think about what Madam Hooch said! Besides, you don’t even know how to fly!”
Harry glanced at Fel.
Fel’s actions moments ago had already earned him a certain degree of authority.
Like a young Lion King beginning to stand out among a pride of lion cubs.
Fel also knew that his own flying skills were not very good yet.
Malfoy wanted to make a fool of him, and he had no intention of falling for it.
His brave actions had already earned him more than enough prestige.
So Fel patted Harry on the shoulder, sounding like an older brother giving instructions.
“Teach him a lesson, Harry!”
Harry possessed extraordinary natural talent in this area, and this was the first step of his growth, so there was no need for Fel to stop him.
After all, Harry was still the destined hero who would defeat Voldemort, while Fel did not yet have the confidence to accomplish that himself.
The other little lions also waved their fists.
“Go, Harry! Show some spirit! Don’t embarrass us!”
Harry seemed encouraged.
He pushed hard with both feet and shot into the air.
Hermione stamped her foot in frustration before taking a deep breath and glaring at Fel.
Harry’s reckless behavior was only a small part of what upset her.
The real reason was that Fel had encouraged him.
If Harry were injured, then Fel, as the one who encouraged him, would certainly be punished.
He might even be expelled along with Harry!
As everyone watched Harry, Fel secretly reached over with his left hand and gently took hold of Hermione’s soft hand, whose touch was as smooth as silk.
“Don’t worry. Harry has talent for this, and he’s even better than you think.”
Fel whispered softly, his voice drifting into Hermione’s ear.
Hermione had originally wanted to pull her hand away in annoyance, but after hearing that, she looked at Fel in confusion.
Fel explained, “The trophy room displays Quidditch honors. Harry’s father, James Potter, was a famous Seeker.”
“Combined with how he summoned the broom during class, Harry is undoubtedly a born Quidditch player.”
Hermione still looked uncertain, but Harry had already reached Malfoy in the sky.
In only a few seconds, Harry’s flying had gone from shaky to completely steady.
He reached for the Remembrall in Malfoy’s hand, but Malfoy threw it away with all his strength.
Harry’s mind contained no distractions.
He only wanted to get the Remembrall back.
He leaned far forward, streaking past Malfoy like an arrow released from a bow.
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“That’s it!”
Just like in the original story, Harry successfully caught the Remembrall, attracting Professor McGonagall’s attention from inside the castle.
As for Professor McGonagall arriving afterward and taking Harry away, there was no need to elaborate.
Malfoy immediately became pleased with himself.
“Oh, poor Boy Who Lived. He’ll be packing his bags and going home tonight!”
The moment those words left his mouth, Fel punched Malfoy square in the face!
“Woohoo!”
Ron shouted excitedly before charging into the fight as well!
Everyone’s emotions had already reached the boiling point, and the little lions and little snakes, who had disliked one another from the start, finally broke into a full scale brawl on the training field!
It was not until Madam Hooch rushed over that the farce came to an end, with each house losing ten points.
Meanwhile, Malfoy cried with tears and snot running down his face, both of his eyes already swollen black.
Now he felt even worse!
…
Although Harry’s flying had been incredibly impressive, everyone undoubtedly admired Fel, who had saved a life, even more.
At lunch, Ron sat beside Fel and enthusiastically chatted with him.
Neville, who had just returned from the hospital wing, solemnly thanked Fel.
“Th… thank you so much, Fel.”
“Madam Pomfrey said that without you, I would have broken at least one bone.”
Fel took a sip of orange juice and smiled.
“It’s nothing, Neville. We’re friends.”
There were obviously far more people talking with Fel around the table than before.
Previously, everyone had paid more attention to Harry Potter because of his enormous reputation.
But after observing him over the past few days, they realized that aside from his flying ability, Harry did not seem especially remarkable.
Of course, Harry’s performance during Flying class had indeed far surpassed that of ordinary students, proving that he was still different from the rest of them.
On the other hand, Fel and Hermione, who appeared very close to one another, had become the center of attention, with one excelling academically while the other possessed outstanding ability.
Fel felt very satisfied.
This was the first step toward becoming the Lion King!
At the time, Harry and Ron had also been very envious of Fel, although their feelings were different from Malfoy’s.
Ron simply envied Fel for being able to stand out, admired him greatly, and had practically begun treating him as his idol.
Harry, on the other hand, secretly resolved to work much harder on his spellcasting because when Neville had been in danger, Harry had also wanted to save him, but he had not known a single useful spell.
“Fel, you’re much more skilled with spells than I am, and your reactions are as fast as ever.”
Hermione was astonished by Fel’s mastery of spells and said enviously,
“I can only study the ordinary way and manage to come first in class.”
So this was Ordinary Student Granger?
However, since Hermione had said that, Fel naturally had to think of a solution.
Simply being good at studying was not enough.
When Voldemort returned in the future, combat ability would be the key to survival.
Fel turned slightly and whispered into Hermione’s ear,
“We don’t have any classes this afternoon, so get a good nap after lunch.”
“Meet me in the common room at two o’clock, and I’ll take you somewhere.”
As he spoke, his warm breath lightly brushed against Hermione’s ear like the tip of a foxtail.
Hermione felt a tingling sensation spread through her ear as a faint blush appeared on her face.
“W… where are we going? I was planning to visit the library.”
“A place where you can freely practice spells.”
Fel whispered again, wearing a mysterious smile.
Well, he simply wanted to take Hermione to the Room of Requirement.
While they were talking, Harry walked in from outside after returning from Professor McGonagall.
Everyone had been worried about him.
Hermione had thought Harry was going to be expelled.
Instead, Harry looked extremely excited, grabbed a pumpkin pie, took a huge bite, and began explaining what had happened.
After hearing the whole story, Ron nearly jumped into the air.
“My goodness, a first year Quidditch player, and a Seeker at that! Harry, you’ve made Quidditch history!”
Ron was so jealous that he was practically dizzy.
Fel and Hermione both came from Muggle families, so neither of them had much attachment to Quidditch, and Hermione’s later interest in it would mainly come from caring about her friends.
However, they still understood Quidditch’s importance in the wizarding world.
Ron enthusiastically began explaining the rules of Quidditch to everyone.
Fel had not been particularly interested at first because he would rather spend that time practicing spells than playing ball games.
But when Ron explained that Beaters carried bats, struck Bludgers, protected their own teammates, and attacked the opposing team’s players.
Now that sounded like a fight.
Fel immediately became interested.
“Hitting Bludgers and dodging them actually sounds pretty fun. Is it really not a foul if you injure the opposing players?”
Ron shrugged.
“There aren’t any rules against it. Ordinary injuries like that are easy to heal with potions anyway.”
“That’s exactly why Quidditch is so popular. It’s exciting.”
“Besides, even though I hate fouls, the worst punishment is usually just giving away a penalty.”
“Otherwise, Slytherin would have been banned from Quidditch for life a long time ago!”