Chapter 122: Rewarding the Underlings! A Sudden Change in Flying Classes!

Filch took the large notebook and was about to leave as instructed. Unexpectedly, just as he turned around, Dudley called him back.

"As a reward for your loyalty and efficiency!"

Seeing that there was no one around, Dudley reached out and grabbed at the air. A mass of air turned into a large glass. Then he silently recited the Aqua Eructo incantation, and the glass was filled with a large amount of water.

Then, magic power burst from his palm, transforming the water into clear water with the effect of the Elixir of Immortality and handing it to Filch.

"Drink it all up, not a single drop left! It can extend your lifespan by about half a year."

Dudley remarked casually, which made Filch's old eyes shine like light bulbs, and his wrinkled old face split into a big smile.

"Thank you, [Teaching Assistant, sir]!"

Filch held the glass of the Elixir of Immortality with both hands and slowly brought it to his lips like a pilgrim, carefully gulping it down.

When there was only a quarter of the water left, he seemed to think of something, stopped drinking, and instead looked at [Mrs. Norris] with purple fur at his feet.

"[Teaching Assistant, sir], I wonder..."

"Do as you like, but you must finish it now, in front of me!"

Dudley immediately saw through Filch's intention and added indifferently. But he also casually transformed the straight - shaped large glass into a glass bowl with a wider opening.

Filch looked at Dudley gratefully, then squatted down and placed the remaining quarter of the Elixir of Immortality in the bowl in front of [Mrs. Norris]'s mouth.

[Mrs. Norris] looked at the bowl of water, then looked up at Filch's old face, let out an arrogant meow, then put her cat's head into the bowl and began to lap it up with her cat's tongue.

Dudley waited patiently for a while. After [Mrs. Norris] had drunk all the Elixir of Immortality, he waved his hand and turned the glass bowl back into air. Leaning on his [Smelting stick], he strode away.

In the [school infirmary] ward, just a wall away and less than thirty meters in a straight line, [Eris] lay in bed, looking sick and sorrowful, in a terribly bad mood and utterly desperate.

She had no idea that she was once so close to the Elixir of Immortality that [Voldemort] had been longing for.

Moreover, she didn't know that there was a completely invisible special spiritual being floating silently in the air diagonally above her bed, monitoring her and making silent funny faces at her.

She only knew that in her current state, there was absolutely no way she could fully recover within two days and enter The Forbidden Forest again to obtain [unicorn] blood.

Furthermore, she had no idea what serious consequences there would be if she couldn't obtain [unicorn] blood within the specified time, because she had hidden this memory in a memory bottle.

The future looked as gloomy as ever.

[Eris] was desperately thinking about a way to break the deadlock but couldn't find a clue.

She had used [Snape] to get past the suspicion of the senior management of [Hogwarts], but for the moment, she couldn't find a way to overcome the unknown challenges ahead.

She was all at sea and on pins and needles.

...

At 3:30 p.m., Dudley came to the open playground outside Hogwarts Castle with the Gryffindor [first - years].

Madam Rolanda Hooch, the professor of flying classes, and the first - years of Slytherin had already taken their positions.

On the empty turf, there were two rows of over twenty flying brooms.

They were new brooms, not the old and shabby ones with almost all the bristles falling off as in the original story.

Obviously, Dumbledore had used the property of extinct pure - blood families to purchase new teaching equipment for the school. Although they were not the latest model, the Nimbus 2000, they were still brand - new old - style Nimbus series flying brooms.

"Alright, everyone's here. Line up in two rows. Stand beside a flying broom each. Naturally stretch out your hands and let them hang down. Point at the flying broom on the ground and shout with me: Up!"

Madam Hooch, wearing a flying jumpsuit, was very efficient and got straight to the point.

The first - years of the two houses were very excited and, for the time being, quite obedient. They all followed Madam Hooch's instructions.

Everyone stood beside a flying broom, reached out their hands from afar while looking down, and shouted noisily, "Up! Up! Up..."

They hoped to summon the flying brooms to their hands, straddle them, and feel the exhilaration of flying.

However, Dudley, standing aside, was not very interested in riding a broom.

Although there was an invisible cushion charm on the broom, so it didn't feel as uncomfortable as it looked to ride, Dudley still thought it was a bit beneath him to fly on a broom.

He wanted to soar freely in the sky by himself, without relying on any external objects or skills.

Moreover, it wasn't difficult for him.

He just needed a flying prop fusion.

Dudley had already made up his mind. He looked down on these old - style flying brooms. Even if it meant using a slightly higher - level fusion opportunity, he wanted to fuse with a better flying prop.

For example, a Firebolt, or perhaps...

While Dudley was daydreaming, there was a commotion not far away.

He turned sideways and looked over. His gaze passed by Hermione, who had shouted "Up" for a long time but only managed to make the broom shake a little and was so anxious that she was stomping her feet. Then he saw Neville, the simple - minded boy, who had already straddled the broom and was two or three meters off the ground, his face as white as a sheet and his hands tightly gripping the broom handle.

Neville couldn't control the flying broom at all. The broom was unruly, now veering to the left, now to the right, making the first - years of Gryffindor and Madam Hooch extremely nervous, their eyes following it closely.

"Neville, don't be afraid! I'm here, there won't be any accidents! Just fly, fly as you like. If you fall, I'll catch you! I guarantee you'll be unharmed!"

Dudley shouted at the top of his voice to encourage Neville. He had the confidence and ability to make such a guarantee.

Hearing this, Harry also chimed in, "That's right, Neville! Summon up your courage! With my cousin here, you definitely won't get hurt!"

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

Neville looked terrified and stammered out these words. Then, as if the flying broom under him was stimulated by something, it suddenly rose and carried him straight up into the sky at full speed.

"Help ~ me ~ ah——"

Neville's voice floated down from high above, which really worried Madam Hooch. Without saying a word, she was about to mount her own flying broom to chase after Neville.

Unexpectedly, another change occurred on the playground.

It turned out that Hermione couldn't make the flying broom fly into her hand, which stirred up her proud and competitive spirit.

She took out her wand and cast the Levitation Charm on her flying broom, forcing the broom to fly into her hand. Then, she directly mounted it and was going to save Neville.

Surprisingly, the flying broom was even more unruly in Hermione's hands than in Neville's. It dodged left and right, jumped up and down, and directly carried Hermione flying to the edge in another direction.