The Rebirth of Harry Potter

Professor McGonagall watched as Harry landed smoothly and, without hesitation, left her office. She was heading straight for the castle gates to meet with Harry and discuss his potential recruitment into the Gryffindor Quidditch team.

The thought that Harry might refuse never even crossed her mind—after all, joining the Quidditch team was every student's dream. Who would possibly turn down such an opportunity?

What would actually happen? Well… we'll find out soon enough.

From the moment Harry shot into the sky, the students had been gasping in awe, their heads swiveling as they followed his broom's movement through the air. When Harry landed safely with Neville, the entire crowd erupted in cheers.

They rushed toward Harry, who was still trying to steady himself, talking all at once:

"Harry, that was incredible!"

"How did you do that, Harry? Can you teach me?"

"Harry, you looked so cool just now!"

"Harry, have you flown a broom before? That dive was insane!"

"Harry…"

…

They jostled and crowded around him, all desperately trying to get his attention, speaking so fast that the scene became chaotic. Judging by their excited expressions, you'd think they had been the ones soaring through the air to make the rescue!

Standing at the edge of the crowd, Hermione looked pale, biting her lip. She was clearly furious.

Harry could already guess why. Looks like I'll have to make another promise…

"Quiet! Quiet!"

Madam Hooch pushed her way through the crowd, her stern voice cutting through the noise. The students immediately backed away.

Fixing Harry with her sharp, hawk-like eyes, she said,

"Harry Potter! You violated the flight class rules—your altitude reached 100 feet! Gryffindor loses 10 points!"

"What?!"

"Professor, how can this be?"

"But Harry saved Neville!"

"Professor, this isn't fair at all!"

…

The Gryffindor students exploded with outrage. They had all expected Madam Hooch to reward Harry, not punish him! How could they possibly accept this?

Madam Hooch's expression remained cold as she swept her piercing gaze over the Gryffindor students. A few of them tried to hold her stare, but one by one, they caved under her intense glare and slowly lowered their heads…

"Haha! Hahaha…"

A loud, arrogant laugh rang out—Malfoy was laughing smugly, and soon, the Slytherin students joined in, mocking loudly as well.

Madam Hooch frowned, giving them a displeased glance but saying nothing. Instead, she turned back to Harry and continued:

"However, your bravery in saving Neville was commendable. Therefore, I am awarding Gryffindor 30 points!"

The Gryffindor students, who had just been sulking with their heads down, suddenly froze.

As if unsure they had heard correctly, they glanced at each other—then, realizing they hadn't misheard, erupted into cheers once again!

Meanwhile, the Slytherin students looked as if they had been choked like ducks—letting out a series of stunned, strangled noises.

What the hell?! How could she play with us like this?!

Madam Hooch then turned to Harry and Neville with concern.

"Are either of you hurt?" she asked.

"I'm fine," Harry replied with a smile.

Neville, however, still hadn't recovered from the shock—his face was as pale as ever, cold sweat trickled down his forehead, and his knees were shaking uncontrollably.

In a barely audible voice, he muttered, "Professor, I'm fine… but I think I need to rest a little."

There was no need for Neville to say it—Madam Hooch had already figured that out. In this state, if he could still fly, I'd eat… well, let's not go there!

(Neville struggles to stand up: "Don't help me! I still want to fly!" – Madam Hooch: …)

Supporting Neville, Madam Hooch helped him sit down on the grass. The moment he plopped down, his face instantly looked a lot better.

"Everyone, take note—don't let something like this happen again!" Madam Hooch said sternly.

With that, the students resumed their flying practice.

Having witnessed Neville's accident firsthand, they were all far more cautious this time. Slowly, they lifted off the ground, gradually gaining speed. Their progress seemed much better now.

Meanwhile, Harry dragged his broomstick—its bristles half worn away from the landing—and turned to Malfoy.

"Oh, Malfoy," he said with a smirk. "Just now, it seemed like you had something to say to me. What was it again?"

A few nearby students perked up, having overheard the conversation.

"I heard it too!" one of them chimed in.

Heard what, your sister! Malfoy wanted nothing more than to shout at them.

This is bullying! What am I supposed to say now? Keep mocking him for not knowing how to fly? I'm not that stupid!

If he kept pushing, he'd just be slapping himself in the face!

Forcing a twisted grin, Malfoy let out a forced chuckle.

"Huh? Did I say something? I don't remember… must've forgotten," he said stiffly.

Harry tilted his head slightly.

"Oh well, if you've forgotten, then just tell me when you remember."

A nearby girl whispered to her friend, "Prince Harry is really quite gracious, isn't he?"

"Yeah, if only—"

"You're always daydreaming!" another girl immediately shot her down.

Malfoy's face darkened, his expression turning sour.

What the hell is this?!

Where was the script? Why was everything completely off script?!

Malfoy felt utterly defeated. I want to go home…

Meanwhile…

"My dear Hermione, who made you so angry this time?"

Hermione's face turned slightly red.

Using her best sarcastic tone, she huffed, "What can I even say? As expected of the great and famous Harry Potter—a one-in-a-million flying genius!"

Harry couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"What are you laughing at?!" Hermione snapped.

"You completely ignored safety, and you still don't even know you were wrong!"