Just as he was about to cancel the floating spell and land smoothly, a small explosion suddenly occurred at the tail of the broom.

"Thanks--"

Before he could finish the curse, the broomstick without branches pulled him straight up.

Twenty feet, fifty feet.

By the time Mrs. Hooch took Neville's broom in her hand, he had already flown hundreds of feet.

"None of you are allowed to move. When you get down to the ground, put your brooms back where they were!"

After she finished speaking, she chased after him.

Draco, who was happy and prosperous in his life, was so excited that he threw his broom on the grass on the spot.

Five days, five whole days.

Ever since I got on the Hogwarts Express, I finally managed to regain my place at this moment.

"Oh, poor Wayne—"

Draco came to Harry who had just landed with a face full of gloating, "He definitely didn't listen carefully to what Mrs. Hooch said.

I hope breaking a bone or two will help him remember this lesson.

What do you think, Potter?"

"Vincent didn't remember that!" Hermione, who hadn't taken off, ran over angrily.

"Malfoy, I know you tampered with his broom!"

She raised her broom high, "This is proof, mine is also bad!"

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Chapter completed!