Ron-Weasly book 1. V2

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At three-thirty, Harry, me, and the other Gryffindor freshmen hurried over to the flying training area. The day was sunny and clear, a light breeze was blowing, and the grass rustled underfoot. The students descended the hill in a friendly formation, heading for a flat clearing that was as far away as possible from the Forbidden Forest, gloomily swaying the treetops.

The freshmen from Slytherin were already there, as were twenty broomsticks lying in a row on the ground. I remembered George and Fred complaining about the school brooms, saying that some of them vibrate if you climb too high on them, and some always swing to the left. You need to choose a broom that doesn't look so shabby. Although they all look like they've been honored veterans for a long time.

We stood on the grass, blown by a warm breeze, and looked gloomily at our brooms. Finally, the flight instructor, Madame Hooch, appeared. She had short gray hair and yellow eyes like a hawk. So, is she drunk? The smell of it is characteristic.

"Well, what are you waiting for?!" she snapped. "Everyone stands in front of the broom — come on, move it."

I looked at the broom I had chosen. It was quite old, and several of its rods were sticking out in different directions. Oh, I hope it doesn't break right under me when I'm five or six meters up.

"Extend your right arm over the broom!" Madam Hooch commanded, standing in front of the formation. "And say, `Up!'!"

"UP!" Twenty voices shouted.

The broom jumped into my hand, as did Harry's broom, but most of the other students weren't so lucky. Neville's broom didn't budge at all, and Hermione Granger's broom rolled on the ground for some reason. The girl was clearly unhappy with this, and pressed her lips into a thin line, and Neville almost cried from resentment. When Neville uttered the command "Up!", his voice trembled so much that it became clear that he would prefer to stay on the ground.

Then Madame Hooch showed the students how to sit on a broom so as not to slip off it in the air, and walked along the line, checking how well we were holding our brooms. Harry and I were happy when Madam Hooch abruptly informed Malfoy that he was holding the broom incorrectly.

"But I've been flying for years!" Malfoy objected fervently. There was resentment in his voice.

Then Madame Hooch explained loudly and clearly to him that it just meant that he had been flying incorrectly all these years. Malfoy listened to her in silence, probably realizing that if he continued the discussion, it might turn out that he was not at all the expert he wanted to appear.

Was Hooch wrong, or did Malfoy really not have a flight teacher?

"And now, when I blow my whistle, you will kick off the ground with force", Madame Hooch said. "Hold the broom firmly, try to keep it in an even position, rise a meter and a half, and then lower yourself — for this you need to bend slightly forward. So, on my whistle, three, two..."

But Neville, nervous, twitchy, and clearly terrified at the prospect of being left on the ground alone, shot up before Madam Hooch raised the whistle to her lips.

"Come back, boy!" Madam Hooch shouted, but Neville was rising rapidly, like a cork popped out of a bottle. Two meters, four, six — and I saw Neville's pale face, looking down in fright. I saw Neville's mouth go wide in horror as he slid off the broom, and...

"Miles, help!" Harry suddenly shouted

The elf who appeared snapped her fingers and the fall slowed down.

boom! Neville's body fell to the ground with an unpleasant sound. Alive. I breathed out a sigh of relief. His broom still continued to rise, and then it lazily glided towards the Forbidden Forest and disappeared from sight.

Madame Hooch, who had sobered up, bent over Neville, her face even whiter than his.

"A broken wrist," I heard her mutter. When Madam Hooch straightened up, her face was visibly relieved. "Get up, boy!" she commanded. "Get up. You're all right." She turned to the other students. "I'll take him to the hospital wing now, and you wait for me and don't do anything. Leave the brooms on the ground. Anyone who touches a broom in my absence will be out of Hogwarts faster than they can say the word "Quidditch." Come on, my dear."

Madam Hooch hugged a tearful Neville and led him towards the castle. Neville was limping badly.

As soon as they were far enough away for Madam Hooch to hear anything, Malfoy burst out laughing.

"Did you see his face? That clumsy one is a real bag! I couldn't even slow myself down with magic. A natural squib, huh. If it hadn't been for Miles, I would have been hurt."

The rest of the freshmen from Slytherin joined him.

"Shut up, Malfoy," Parvati Patil cut him off.

"Oh, Parvati, are you standing up for that squib Longbottom?" Pansy Parkinson, a girl from Slytherin with rough features, asked. "I never thought you liked such fat, whiny boys."

"Look at this!" Malfoy shouted, rushing forward and picking up something from the ground. "This is the thing his grandmother sent him."

The reminder glittered in the sunlight.

"Give her to me, Malfoy," Harry said softly. Everyone froze and turned to look at him.

Malfoy grinned impudently.

"I think I'll put it somewhere so Longbottom can get it out later. for example, on a tree."

"Give it here!" Harry shouted, but Malfoy jumped onto his broom and soared into the air. It seemed that he wasn't lying about the fact that he really could fly, and now he was easily floating above the top of a sprawling oak tree growing near the playground.

"And you take her away from me, Potter!" He suggested loudly from above

Harry grabbed the broom.

"No!" Hermione Granger screamed and Harry froze. "Madam Hooch forbade us to do this: you're going to get Gryffindor in trouble."

Harry jumped onto the broom, kicked off the ground with his feet and took off. He leaned back a little and rose even higher to the surprised screams and screams of horror of the girls left on the ground and my cheers.

"Come on, Harry, knock him off the broom!!" I was yelling from below. Although it is still necessary to try to do this. All brooms have fall protection.

Harry whirled his broom around, coming face to face with Malfoy. Although these brooms are so old that the spell could have already worn off. He looked amazed.

"Give it here!" Harry shouted at him. "Or I'll knock you off your broom!"

"Really?" Malfoy asked mockingly, but despite his tone, concern appeared on his face.

Harry leaned forward and grabbed the broom firmly with both hands, and it lunged at Malfoy like a stone flying out of a sling. Malfoy barely managed to dodge. And Harry, rushing past, turned the broom sharply. There was a round of applause from the Gryffindors.

I was enthusiastically shouting at the sky and clapping my hands.

"Come on, Harry, get rid of this jerk!"

"Did you shit yourself, Malfoy?" Harry shouted loudly. "Crabbe and Goyle aren't here to help you."

Malfoy seemed to have the same idea.

"Then catch it if you can!" he shouted and, throwing the glass ball high into the sky, rushed down to the ground.

Harry bent forward and pointed the broom handle down, and the next second he entered an almost vertical dive. The speed was increasing. Harry stretched out his arm without slowing down, and when he was no more than half a meter from the ground, he caught the ball — just in time to straighten the broom. And he rolled gently onto the grass, clutching the ball in his hand.

"HARRY POTTER!"

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Pov McGonagall

Professor McGonagall was sitting at her desk as usual and checking a stack of sixth-year essays, then it was worth taking care of the seventh more meticulously. And from time to time I looked out the window at the clearing where the first flight lesson was supposed to take place today.

She was just looking out the window when Neville shot up into the sky like a candle.

"Oh my God! Neville."

An elderly woman put her hand to her mouth and gasped when he fell off the broom and fell to the ground.

I'll have to check on him in the hospital wing. The house elf's spell, triggered by one of the students, reacted well and saved him from serious injury.

She watched intently as Madam Hooch lifted Neville off the grass and led him to the hospital wing. Suddenly, she saw Malfoy and Potter leap into the air and begin circling the tree.

She rushed to the flight deck in horror, not noticing how her favorite dress tore and caught on the table. The professor ran there just in time for the denouement. Harry made a dive, caught a transparent ball, and landed on the grass.

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End Pov

A woman screamed from behind us. I turned around. Professor McGonagall was running towards us. Harry got to his feet, trembling with anticipation of what awaited him.

"Never... Never in all the time I've been working at Hogwarts..." Professor McGonagall stopped short, unable to breathe with excitement, but her glasses glinted fiercely in the sun.

"How could you... You almost broke your neck..."

"It's not his fault, Professor..."

"I didn't ask you, Miss Patil..."

"But Malfoy..." I tried to explain to save my friend from the imminent punishment of the strict dean.

"That's enough, Mr. Weasley, I've seen the beginning. Potter, follow me, now. And you, Malfoy, are going to Mr. Filch's detention tonight."

I noticed the gleeful smiles on the faces of Malfoy and his friends. He waited until the professor turned away and walked away, and then quickly got close to Malfoy and punched him in the nose.

Harry staggered after Professor McGonagall, who was heading towards the castle. Harry trailed after the professor, and I silently fought with Malfoy. Interestingly, Creb and Goyle did not interfere in our showdown at all. Cheering his leader on with shouts. Malfoy turns out to be a good fighter for his age.

I hope my friend won't be expelled. I don't think so, though. I've never heard of it. But they can slap you for working out. So thoughts away, we need to get a stronger bastard. I hit him like Bill showed me. Malfoy punched me in the teeth and in the ear. Creb and Goyle suddenly pulled us apart. Damn, I just got a taste of it.

Harry had already climbed the steps leading to the castle gate and disappeared inside. We were left waiting for Madame Hooch. Half an hour later, she returned and we flew for a while. After that, we wandered into the castle discussing what had happened in class. I went to get the first-aid kit. For a tincture of mountain ash.

I don't want to go to the hospital wing because of my split lips and swollen ear. I'm going to heal up right now, and I'm going to wait for Harry in the great hall.

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"You're kidding..."

It was at dinner. Harry had just finished telling me what had happened when Professor McGonagall led him away from the playground. How she led him to Wood, the captain of the Quidditch team. And how he was accepted as a seeker. While he was talking, I was enthusiastically eating a pork and kidney pie. Staley the elf in the kitchen of Hogwarts specially prepared a small pie with spices for me, and without the beef I dislike. But now that Harry's finished, I've completely forgotten about the pie, and I haven't even taken the last bite.

"The siker?" I was shocked. "But never freshmen... You will probably become the youngest player in the history of Hogwarts for..."

"..For the last hundred years," Harry finished for me, taking a bite of the beef pie with gusto. "Wood has already told me this."

I've noticed before that Harry eats normally on Tuesdays at least during dinner. He really liked the kidney pie and steak. Well, yes, the elves make it very tasty. Even our picky guy appreciated it. I didn't understand how it was -I didn't want to eat, I wanted to eat every two or three hours.

I was so impressed by what I heard, so amazed that I just sat there with my mouth open and couldn't take my eyes off Harry. I even put the pie aside, I was so overwhelmed with emotions. Even my successful fight with Malfoy didn't seem like an achievement anymore.

"I'm starting training next week," Harry added. "Just don't tell anyone. Wood wants it to remain a secret."

Fred and George entered the room and, noticing Harry, headed towards him — apparently, they were looking for him here.

"You're doing great," George said softly. "Wood brought us up to date. After all, we are also beaters in the national team."

"I'm telling you, we're definitely going to win the inter-house Quidditch competition this year." Fred assured him. "We haven't won since our brother Charlie graduated from Hogwarts. We'll lose to one faculty or another. But this year we will have a fantastic team. You must be very good, Harry. Alicia, Katie and Angelina are awesome hunters. And we fought back. Well, Wood is a great goalkeeper, he doesn't miss a single goal.

Wood was jumping up and down with delight when he talked about you.

Okay, we have to go," the twins finally realized. "Lee Jordan claims to have found a new secret corridor through which you can get out of the school."

Fred and George had barely disappeared when someone we weren't happy about came up to the table. Namely, Malfoy, of course, accompanied by his loyal bodyguards Crabbe and Goyle.

"Last school dinner, Potter?" Malfoy asked mockingly. "Are you going back to the Muggles? What time is your train?" Malfoy was already without the black eye that I had given him, and his nose was in place. Obviously he went to Madame Pomfrey. Although maybe he also took a sip of mountain ash tincture, like me? But I definitely broke his nose, who fixed it?

"I see you've become much bolder on earth, especially when your two little friends are around", Harry replied coldly. Crabbe and Goyle made displeased faces. These two people like to pretend to be brainless mugs. I don't know why they would do that. Although Goyle is smarter than Creb.

"I can deal with you one-on-one at any time," said Malfoy. "Tonight, if you want. A duel of wizards. No fists, just magic wands. What's the matter with you, Potter? Oh, of course, you've never heard of wizard duels. So let Weasley explain to you the rules of a magical duel without bladed weapons."

I quickly remembered the rules. It is unlikely that he will adhere to the rules thoroughly, after all, he, like us, has not yet been taught combat magic.

"I'll tell you," I quickly got my bearings, standing in front of Malfoy. "I'll be his second, but who will you take?"

Malfoy looked at his companions, assessing which of them would be more suitable for this purpose.

"Crabbe," he finally said. "Is midnight okay with you? Then at midnight we are waiting for you in the room where the awards are kept — it is always open."