"Sure enough, it's gotta be the Fiendfyre Curse! I'll need it in the future to destroy Voldemort's Horcruxes!" Light closed the book and turned his gaze towards the Restricted Section.
"Next, I have to be careful. Even though Voldemort has temporarily bought my words, he'll surely test whether I know he's possessing Quirrell."
"But there's no need to worry too much. Judging from the time, Quirrell is about to get bitten by Fluffy, the three-headed dog, while he's looking for the Philosopher's Stone, and then he'll go and deceive the honest Hagrid. He won't have time to look for me anytime soon."
Light retracted his gaze, returned the book, and then went to class.
...
"Light, why do you always look like you haven't woken up?" Ron looked at Light, who was eating lunch sleepily, and asked curiously.
"Why, indeed? I wonder the same." Light, who had studied all night, replied perfunctorily.
Ron didn't ask further and instead started chatting with Harry Potter about the flying lesson this afternoon. Just as Harry Potter and Ron were chatting happily, they heard Malfoy boasting loudly:
"I could fly before I started school. Once when I was riding my broomstick home, I almost hit a Muggle helicopter. If I hadn't reacted quickly, I would have knocked it down."
Ron seemed to have caught someone boasting and joined in: "Back in the day, when I was at home with no one to teach me, I took my broomstick and flew around the town loads of times!"
Light, while poking at his steak and listening to them brag, made a silent vow. 'I'll never pull an all-nighter again. If I do, I'm a dog.'
The flying lesson soon arrived. Harry Potter and Ron tugged at the now-refreshed Light and rushed to the venue for the flying lesson.
As soon as they got there, they saw that every Slytherin student was already present.
Once everyone had assembled, Madam Hooch, the flying instructor, asked the students from the two houses to stand facing each other, with a flying broomstick placed beside each of them.
Light looked down at the broomstick beside him. The broomstick looked ancient, like it had seen better days.
Following Madam Hooch's instructions, when the whistle sounded, Light stretched out his right hand and placed it above the broomstick, giving the command: "Up!"
The broomstick rolled on the ground twice and then stopped moving. Light couldn't resist taking a peek at how the others were doing and found that except for Harry Potter, everyone had failed.
Malfoy, who'd been bragging earlier, only managed to pull it off after several attempts.
Whether it was because he was too hasty or not, the flying broomstick shot up under Ron's command and directly hit Ron on the forehead.
After having a sneaky look at everyone, Light gave it another go. After three attempts, the broomstick flew into Light's hand by itself.
Madam Hooch did a couple more rounds. Once everyone had their flying broomsticks in hand, she began teaching the young wizards how to fly.
"Wait a moment. When you hear the whistle, you can take off. Remember to hold onto the broomstick tightly and don't fly too high. Just get off the ground." After saying that, Madam Hooch directed the young wizards to mount their broomsticks.
Before Light could even get on his broomstick, he heard a whoosh. The broomstick shot into the sky with a figure on it. Then came a panicked scream.
"Ah!!!!"
Light couldn't help but smack his forehead when he saw this scene. Pulling an all-nighter had dulled his mind, and he had forgotten about this. So he took out the wand he carried with him.
The young wizards turned in the direction of the scream and saw Neville Longbottom, who had been carried into the air by the broom, falling straight down. Suddenly, they were in a complete mess.
Slow Fall Light pointed his wand at Neville, who was falling rapidly in the air. An invisible force slowly surrounded Neville, gradually slowing down as he continued to fall. Finally, Neville stopped steadily half a meter above the ground.
"It's okay, Neville. Put your feet down and stand up!" Light said to Neville, who had his eyes tightly closed in fear.
"Very well done. Five points to Gryffindor." Madam Hooch flew over on her broom. Seeing that Neville was unhurt, Madam Hooch added the points and then flew back to continue teaching flying.
"Neville, are you okay?" Harry Potter looked at Neville with a worried face.
"I'm, I'm okay!" Neville looked extremely shaken.
"Are you all right? Do you need to go to the infirmary?" Light asked Neville attentively.
"No, thank you, Light!" Neville said with a bit of a sobbing tone.
Just as Light was about to speak, he heard a familiar voice.
"Look at that! The way that slug fell from the sky. It's hilarious. I bet he'll never dare to ride a broom again." Draco Malfoy and his cronies came over, wearing gloating expressions.
"That's enough, Malfoy!" Harry, who was standing next to Neville, stepped in front of Malfoy.
Malfoy seemed to be positively gleeful and redoubled his taunts: "Look at that slug. He's about to cry now. I didn't expect you to be friends with such a guy, Potter!"
"I won't have you mocking Neville!" Harry said, suppressing his anger.
"Apologize? Ridiculous! If I throw this up into the tree, do you think that slug will climb up by himself or beg me?" Malfoy took out the Remembrall that Neville had dropped. After uttering the provocative words, he soared into the air on his broom.
"Don't." Neville looked extremely sad.
"Malfoy." Overcome with anger, Harry ignored Hermione Granger's dissuasion and chased after Malfoy.
Light couldn't help but marvel as he watched Harry, who, on his very first flight, was already performing all sorts of flying maneuvers.
Hermione asked Light worriedly, "What should we do! Should we tell the teacher? What if Harry gets expelled?"
"It's okay. I believe in Harry. And Madam Hooch will probably be very happy! She's already noticed here." Light glanced at Madam Hooch who was slowly flying over and comforted Hermione.
Harry, riding his broom, quickly maneuvered in mid-air and soon blocked Malfoy's path. The young wizards on the ground who hadn't taken to the air watched with envy.
"Bloody Potter! … Here, catch this." Malfoy gritted his teeth and shouted angrily at Harry, then threw the Remembrall in his hand into the distance.
Seeing this, Harry immediately rushed up. He almost hit the castle spire. Harry made an abrupt stop in the air to avoid the spire and then dove towards the Remembrall.
"No, don't! Harry." Neville shouted with a sobbing voice.
In the terrified looks of everyone, Harry Potter stopped steadily at a height of one meter above the ground, still holding the Remembrall in his hand.
"Everything's okay!" Light comforted Neville and the others who were almost scared out of their wits.
"What are you doing?" Madam Hooch looked at Malfoy with a livid face. She originally thought it was just a tussle among the newly learning-to-fly kids, but unexpectedly, an accident almost happened.
When Hermione saw Madam Hooch approaching, she immediately started to tattle.
"No! We were just fooling around…" Before Malfoy could defend himself, Light's sarcastic voice rang out.
"No way! No way! The son of a school governor actually dares to do something and not admit it. How embarrassing!"
"That's right." Malfoy gave Light a hateful glare and gritted his teeth and admitted it.
"In that case, 20 points will be deducted from Slytherin," Madam Hooch said, looking at Harry Potter as he flew slowly over.