Harry Potter: From Muggle Cousin to Conceptual Wizard

Chapter 122 Rewarding the Subordinates! A Shocking Turn of Events in the Flight Class!

Filch took the large notebook and was about to leave when Dudley called him back.

"I'm rewarding you because you've been loyal and efficient!"

Seeing that no one was around, Dali reached out and grabbed at the air, and a ball of air turned into a large glass. Then he silently recited the incantation "clear water like a spring," and a large glass of water condensed.

Then, magic erupted from his palm, transforming the glass of water into clear water imbued with the power of an elixir of immortality, which he then handed to Filch.

"Drink it all, not a single drop! It can extend your life by more than half a year."

Dudley said it casually, which made Filch's old eyes light up like light bulbs, and his wrinkled old face beam with joy.

"Thank you so much, teaching assistant!"

Filch held the cup of elixir of immortality in both hands, and slowly brought it to his lips as if on a pilgrimage, swallowing it very carefully in large gulps.

When he had only drunk a quarter of the water left, he seemed to remember something, stopped drinking, and turned to look at Mrs. Lorris, who was covered in purple fur, at his feet.

"Teaching Assistant, I don't know..."

"Do as you please, but you must drink it all in front of me right now!"

Dudley immediately saw through Filch's intentions, casually added a comment, but still casually turned the large, straight-sided glass into a glass bowl with a wider opening.

Filch looked at Dudley with immense gratitude, then knelt down and placed the remaining quarter of the longevity potion to Mrs. Lorris's lips.

Mrs. Lorris glanced at the bowl of water, then looked up at Filch's old face, gave a haughty "meow," and put her little cat head into the bowl, sticking out her cat tongue to lick it.

Dudley waited patiently for a while until Mrs. Lorris drank all the potion of immortality, then waved his hand to turn the glass bowl back into air, leaned on Smetine's cane, and walked away.

Separated by only a wall, and less than thirty meters away in a straight line, in the school hospital ward, Eckeris was resting on the bed with a sick and worried look on her face. She was in a very bad and desperate mood.

She had no idea that she had once been so close to the elixir of immortality that Voldemort so desperately desired.

Little did she know that, in the air diagonally above her hospital bed, a completely invisible special spirit was drifting around without a trace, watching her and making silent faces at her.

All she knew was that in her current state, there was absolutely no way she could fully recover within two days and re-enter the Forbidden Forest to obtain unicorn blood.

Moreover, she was completely unaware of the serious consequences of failing to obtain the unicorn blood within the stipulated time, because she had hidden this memory in a memory bottle.

The future was incredibly bleak.

Eckeris frantically racked her brains for a way to break the deadlock, but couldn't find a clue.

She used Snape to get past the suspicions of the Hogwarts leadership, but for a time she couldn't find a way to overcome the unknown tribulations that lay ahead.

My mind is in turmoil, and I am extremely anxious.

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At 3:30 p.m., Dudley and the new Gryffindor students arrived at the open playground outside Hogwarts Castle.

Professor Rolanda Hodge, the flight instructor, and the first-year Slytherin students were already in place.

On the open grassy ground, there were two rows of more than twenty flying brooms.

It's a new broom, not the old, worn-out broom with almost all its bristles falling out, as in the original story.

It is clear that Dumbledore used the remaining pure-blood family fortune to purchase new teaching equipment for the school. Although it was not the latest Nimbus 2000, it was still a brand-new Nimbus series flying broom.

"Alright, everyone's here. Line up in two rows, each stand next to a flying broom, naturally spread your arms and let them hang down, aim at the flying broom on the ground, and shout with me: UP!"

Dressed in a flight suit, Madam Huo Qi was very decisive and got straight to the point.

The freshmen of both colleges were excited and obedient for the time being, and they all acted according to Mrs. Hooch's instructions.

Everyone stood beside the flying broomsticks, bowed their heads, and stretched out their hands, chanting noisily, "UP! UP! UP..."

I wish I could summon a flying broomstick into my hand, straddle it, and experience the exhilaration of flight.

However, Dudley, standing to the side, was not very interested in riding a broom.

Despite the invisible buttock pads that are always on the broom, riding it doesn't feel as uncomfortable as it looks, but Dudley still feels that flying on a broom is a bit beneath him.

He longed to soar freely through the skies without relying on any external aids or skills, solely on his own abilities.

Moreover, this was not difficult for him.

All you need to do is fuse one flying item.

Dudley had already made up his mind. He looked down on this old-fashioned flying broom. Even if it cost him a slightly higher-level fusion opportunity, he would fuse a better flying device.

For example, crossbow bolts, and for example...

As Dali was lost in thought, a commotion broke out not far away.

He glanced to the side, his gaze sweeping over Hermione, who had been shouting "UP" for ages but had only managed to make the flying broomstick sway twice and was jumping up and down in frustration. He saw Neville, who was already riding on the broomstick, two or three meters off the ground, his face pale, his hands tightly gripping the broomstick handle.

Neville was completely unable to control his flying broomstick. The broomstick was unruly, veering left and right, causing the Gryffindor freshmen and Mrs. Hooch to be extremely nervous, their eyes following it intently.

"Navie, don't be afraid! I'm here, nothing will happen! Fly as much as you want, fly as far as you want, I'll catch you if you fall! I'll make sure you're unharmed!"

Dudley shouted loudly to encourage Neville, assuring him that he had the confidence and ability to do so.

Harry chimed in, "That's right, Neville! Be brave! With my cousin here, you'll definitely not get hurt!"

"But~ I~ am~ still~ scared~~~"

Neville, his face filled with terror, stammered out these words. As if stimulated by something, the flying broom beneath him suddenly rose up, carrying him straight into the sky.

"Help! My life depends on you!"

Neville's voice drifted from high above, which greatly worried Mrs. Hooch. Without saying a word, she was about to ride her flying broomstick to chase after Neville.

Unexpectedly, another incident occurred on the playground.

It turned out that Hermione's proud and strong-willed nature was aroused when she realized she couldn't get the flying broom into her hand.

She actually took out her wand and cast a levitation charm on her flying broom, forcibly making the broom fly into her hand. Then, she simply rode on it, heading to rescue Neville.

Unexpectedly, the flying broom was even more unruly in Hermione's hands than in Neville's, dodging left and right, leaping up and down, and carrying Hermione directly to the horizon in another direction.