At three-thirty on Friday afternoon, William and the other Ravenclaw students hurried down the steps to the grounds in front of the door for their first flying lesson.

It was a clear, breezy day, and as they trotted down the sloping grass toward a flat lawn on the opposite side of the field, the grass waved slightly under their feet.

The Hufflepuff students were already there, and there were dozens of broomsticks lined up neatly on the ground.

William once heard Fred and George complain about the broomsticks in the school, and now he sees it.

Each one is tattered, like an old antique that has been used for decades. Not to mention the safety performance, the senses are also very poor.

Is Hogwarts short of money?

Certainly not short of money.

William seriously suspects that someone has taken the kickback!

Mrs. Hooch walked over quickly. She had short gray hair and yellow eyes, like those of an eagle.

"Okay, what are you all waiting for?" she snapped, "Everyone is standing next to a broomstick.

Quick, quick, hurry up! "

William found a broom that didn't look so broken and communicated with it with his eyes.

William had never been in contact with this kind of thing, and only hoped that the other party would give some face.

"Stretch out your right hand and put it over the broom handle," Mrs. Hooch called out in front, "and then say: 'Get up!'"

"Get up!" everyone shouted.

William's broom trembled and climbed up, as if struggling to climb a mountain.

William raised his voice again, and the speed of the broom only increased a little.

Qiu's broom ran into her hands instantly, she raised her eyebrows and glanced at William proudly.

This is the first time she has surpassed William in a certain class.

When everyone's brooms were in their hands, Mrs. Hooch showed everyone how to ride on a broom without slipping off her head.

Riding on a broomstick was not as uncomfortable as one might imagine, some invisible support seemed to be under the buttocks.

Mrs. Hooch walked around the team, correcting their hand grips.

"Okay, as soon as I whistle, you kick your legs off the ground and kick hard." Mrs. Hooch said.

"Stand on the broom, rise a few feet, then lean forward slightly and drop back to the ground vertically.

Listen to my whistle—three—two—”

However, Shabby of Hufflepuff Academy seemed to be too nervous. He didn't wait for the whistle to touch Mrs. Hooch's lips, and he kicked it hard and flew up.

"Come back, child!" Mrs. Hooch shouted, but Xia Ru, like a rocket, flew away.

Fred and George also said that the broom was very slow, and William thought it was fast. After a while, Shabby disappeared.

Nimbus 1700 is not that fast, is it?

A little farther from the greenhouse, everyone found Charpy.

He was lucky.

Not far away, is a special fertilizer used to irrigate various herbal plants.

——The excrement of magical creatures.

Although there is a layer of magic protection on the outside of the septic tank, but at that sprint speed, it is impossible for Shabby to break through the defense and slam into it.

He was also unfortunate.

Shabby fell from a height, and the reason why she was not injured was because she fell into a group of vines.

The broom was still moving vigorously, it awakened the plant, and a large number of tentacle-like branches gushed out from the ground, breaking the worn broom with a whip.

Shabby jumped up and struggled to move toward a damp wall, but the plant stretched out snake-like tendrils, wrapped around his ankles, and lifted him up.

He tried desperately to tear off those vines, but the more he broke free, the faster and tighter the vines became.

By the time William and the others arrived, Shabby had already been wrapped into a zongzi, hanging from the eaves like a gourd doll.

"Help!!" Shabby shivered. He staggered, looking like a green caterpillar from a distance.

But no one dared to go up, and the tentacles more than ten meters long waved in mid-air, hitting the ground and smashing a big hole.

That effect is like ten Illaois opened up!

Everyone looked at Mrs. Hooch.

Mrs. Hooch's expression also changed slightly. She recognized the name of the plant in front of her - the Devil's Web!

It can be recognized at a glance, not because she is knowledgeable and has unique achievements in herbal medicine... but because Robert, a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, died under this plant a few months ago!

Robert was really miserable. He was drunk during the day and was injured by a wild boar, and then happened to fall into the devil's net and was entangled, and finally died of blood loss.

Of course, Mrs. Hooch knew that Professor Sprout had transplanted the devil's net, but she did not expect that this plant was transplanted near the septic tank.

This broomstick is so immortal, why did it fly here?

Well, other places are also quite dangerous. To the west and north are tall fences, to the south is the Black Lake, to the east is the forbidden forest, and not far away there is a more dangerous beating willow...

Hogwarts is a dangerous place.

As for Mrs. Hooch, the Quidditch teacher...

Although she is an adult wizard and a teacher, she is not familiar with the Devil's Web!

You can't count on a physical education teacher to answer calculus problems for you, or calculate the probability of red-green color blindness for you?

You can't expect a Quidditch teacher to remember the weaknesses of the Devil's Web.

Even if she did, she would have given it all back to the professor for many years.

"You are all waiting here, I'll call Pomona..."

Mrs. Huoqi was in a panic~lightnovelpub.net~ was about to go to rescue soldiers, but before she finished speaking, the devil's net opened again.

Being disturbed by so many people, the devil's net has a bad temper, and a lot of vines bulge on the ground, destroying everywhere.

Everyone retreated to the back, and Shabby was also thrown up high, and the cane flew him towards the cesspool.

The little wizards all exclaimed, as if they would see Shabby swimming freestyle in seconds.

Qiu grabbed the broom and seemed to want to sit up and save Shabby.

"Are you crazy?" William said. "Before you get close, you will be entangled in the devil's net."

"Then what should we do?" Qiu asked loudly, clutching the stick.

"I heard Hagrid say that the Devil's Web likes the dark and damp—"

"But we have no fire!" Qiu said loudly, wringing his hands anxiously.

William was surprised, "Are you a witch?"

He pulled out his wand and waved it, chanting a spell in his mouth, and the tip of the wand shot out a blue bellflower-like flame.

He crossed the crowd and walked slowly towards the devil's net, with flames hanging from his wand like a blue lantern,

Everyone looked at William, and many little wizards covered their eyes.

But there were countless vines showing their teeth and claws, but none of them dared to approach William, and they all hid in dark corners.

In just a few seconds, Shabby felt that the vines had loosened their grip on him.

The plant twisted and twitched, automatically loosening the tendrils wrapped around him, and he finally broke free.

Shabby breathed a sigh of relief.

So, he fell from the air.

"Aah! Help!!"

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(The third update is completed)