Chapter 22 The Troublesome Dragon Cub
At lunch time, students gathered in the auditorium, sitting together in groups of three or five.
Aaron ate bread while peeling an orange for Abe.
"You are really good to your cat!" Draco laughed.
"Don't underestimate it, this guy's family status in our family can at least rank in the top four.
And in the pet world, its bloodline can also be ranked among the best." Aaron said very seriously.
Boom!
An explosion suddenly sounded, scaring everyone.
But when they looked over curiously, they couldn't help laughing.
I saw a first-year student with a black face, holding a wand in his right hand, motionless, as if he was fixed in place.
In front of him was a cup turned upside down on the table and a spell book. It was not difficult to guess that something went wrong when this guy was testing the spell.
At this time, the mail arrived, and hundreds of owls flew into the auditorium to choose their respective owners and delivered letters or packages to them.
Draco's package contained candies of various brands. He opened two and placed them on Abe's plate.
Abe sniffed, then narrowed his eyes into a crescent shape and gave Draco a kind smile.
"Thank you."
"Nothing, this is the first time I've seen such a cute cat." Draco said, "By the way, Aaron, what's your package?"
Aaron looked down at his package after hearing this.
He was sure that this package was definitely not sent by his parents. The only one who could send him a package was Genes.
Thinking of this, Aaron was full of gratitude.
What is a relative? This is it!
But after opening it, his face darkened. There were two things in the package, a newspaper, and a chicken leg.
It was obvious that the newspaper was his, and the chicken leg was naturally prepared for the growing young dragon.
The most hateful thing was that there was a note under the chicken leg, which clearly stated that Abe would be given a healthy and nutritious meal every few days in the future, asking him to be careful not to feed it too much.
After seeing this, Draco couldn't help but sneer, "I believe it now. This cat is really not ordinary precious."
Aaron:......
There is a flying class in the afternoon, which is equivalent to physical education in the Muggle world, and it is also the most anticipated class for almost all students.
However, Aaron is not looking forward to this class, because for him, it makes no difference whether he takes this class or not.
He gets more magic points by signing in at Hogwarts. At this rate, he can get a magic carpet in ten days at most. Who would still ride a broom with such a high-end flying prop!
Besides, when Abe grows up a little, his flying speed will be enough to surpass any magic prop. Wouldn't it be nice for him to ride a dragon?
Abe, who was lying on the lawn basking in the sun, shuddered suddenly.
Professor Hooch, with short grey hair, came over, "Good afternoon, students."
"Good afternoon, Mrs. Hooch."
Professor Hooch walked up to all the students, "Now we start the first flying class, what are you waiting for?
Everyone stand on the left side of the flying broom, all right, move faster."
The students immediately did as they were told and stood beside the brooms.
Professor Hooch stretched out his right hand and explained, "Put your right hand on top of the broom and say: Get up!"
"Get up!" ×n.
Harry's broom was immediately in his hands, which was considered a gift.
The same was true for Aaron. Although he didn't like magic brooms very much, he had a good talent!
As for the others, they had to keep trying, and the sound of "get up" came one after another. Some people succeeded quickly, such as Draco, while others tried more than ten times, such as Hermione.
There were also a few students whose brooms only shook slightly no matter how they shouted. Ron was even worse, and was hit in the face by the flying broom.
After more than ten minutes, all the students found the trick to call the broom and held it firmly in their hands.
Professor Hooch walked to the middle of the students, "Now, grab your brooms and ride on them.
Hold on tightly, don't slide down. When I blow the whistle, each of you will push the ground hard to fly into the air, hold the broom steady, hover for a while, then lean forward slightly and return to the ground.
Listen to my whistle, three, two..."
When the whistle blew, the other students didn't move, but Neville's broom flew up involuntarily, and it seemed that it was still out of control, shaking left and right and floating up and down.
A moment later, Neville Longbottom rode his broom in an exaggerated way to the sky in the eyes of everyone's surprise or worry, but everyone clearly heard the word "help".
Neville turned and circled in all kinds of postures in the sky, feeling dizzy, but he held the broom handle tightly with his hand, as if he was taming a wild horse.
But his skills were obviously not very good. The broom took him around the walls of the castle, and then dived down, splashing ripples on the lawn.
Professor Hooch drew out her wand and tried to stop Neville, but he was flying too fast, and Neville flew past her before she could cast a spell.
"How pitiful!" Aaron sighed.
"Aaron!" Draco looked at Neville flying in the sky and couldn't help but pull Aaron's sleeve.
"What's wrong?"
"Maybe I saw it wrong, but the white, furry thing hanging in front of Neville's broom seems to be your pet."
"What? Impossible!"
"It's Abe." Hermione also said with certainty.
Aaron looked closely and saw a white cat holding the top of the broom. Its four paws held the broom tightly and didn't let go. There was no fear on the little face that could melt everyone's cuteness. Instead, it was very excited, which formed a very sharp contrast with Neville.
People are not as good as cats, this is too outrageous.
"Oh my god!" Aaron couldn't help but swear, and immediately chased after him on his broom.
He was not worried that Abe would have problems flying, because flying was his innate ability, but he was afraid that this dragon cub would have too much fun, what if his wings were exposed?
It's only been a few days since school started! He was not mentally prepared for people to know that he had a dragon!
Aaron was very fast, and compared to Neville Longbottom who was constantly flying randomly, his goal was quite clear.
After slightly predicting the direction where the broom might fly in the next second, he jumped up, and at the moment of contact with Neville's broom, he stretched out his right hand to pull Abe, who was riding on it, off.
Then he suddenly lowered his head and avoided the impact of Neville who was spinning rapidly.
"Phew! That was close!" Aaron breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at Abe, who was embarrassed and covered his eyes with his front paws, and said unhappily: "You are a troublesome guy, I will settle accounts with you later."
When Aaron returned to the ground, Neville's broom seemed to have had enough fun, and quickly flew over a sculpture above the castle. The spear in the sculpture's hand hooked Neville's wizard robe and hung it on it, at least more than 20 meters above the ground.
However, a moment later, the wizard robe could not bear Neville's weight and broke apart. After a sizzling sound, Neville fell vertically.
Fortunately, when he was still 20 feet from the ground, only half of his robe was torn and hung on the lamp stand again.
But the result was still no surprise. The remaining half of the wizard robe could not bear Neville's weight. After the tearing sound, Neville continued to fall.
"Wingardium Leviosa!"
When Neville was still a few centimeters away from the ground, Aaron drew out his wand and silently chanted a spell to cast a floating spell on Neville.
Bang!
After a few seconds, Neville fell to the ground, but because he was buffered twice, he was not seriously injured.
All the students turned their heads to look, and they subconsciously thought that Professor Hooch had cast a spell.
Professor Hooch looked at Aaron, but unexpectedly found that his wand had been put away at some point, and he looked at her in surprise like other students.
Professor Hooch was a little confused for a while, and suddenly felt that she had failed as a professor. She had to rely on a freshman to save face and avoid teaching accidents.
"Uh... Professor, I suggest you go see Neville at this time. He may have suffered a minor injury." Aaron reminded.
"Ah! Yes." Professor Hooch reacted and hurried to Neville to check. Fortunately, it was just some scratches and it would heal in two days at most.
She turned her head and looked at all the students, "Now everyone stay on the ground, I will take Mr. Longbottom to the hospital.
Do you understand? If I see a broom in the sky, the person riding the broom will be expelled before he can even play Quidditch."
Neville groaned and walked towards the hospital with the help of Professor Hooch. When he passed by Aaron, he paused and whispered "thank you".
No one saw Aaron casting the spell just now, but he was right in front of everyone and saw it clearly.