.
"How are you?"
Madam Hooch strode forward to Neville's side, looking down at the chubby little man sitting on the lawn, his expression still a bit stiff and wooden.
Neville said nothing, but tears welled up in his eyes.
He looked genuinely frightened.
Dylan stepped forward, unconcerned about Neville's injuries.
"Episkey!"
The wood grain of his wand faintly emerged in the dim light.
With a gentle wave of his wand, a faint, soft golden light emanated from the tip.
Neville finally came to his senses and looked at his knee.
"It doesn't hurt anymore..."
Dylan raised an eyebrow. His proficiency in the Levitation Charm was already quite high, but the little man was quite heavy.
In his haste, he wasn't able to fully absorb the impact of the man's fall. He
probably had some minor scrapes, but it shouldn't be a big deal.
And with his multiple spells, Neville didn't seem to have suffered any serious internal injuries.
At most, he was a little startled.
A few potions to soften the pain would be enough.
Madam Hooch still held her wand, but she stared blankly at Dylan, who circled Neville three times, seemingly checking to see if the young wizard had sustained any other injuries.
"Madam Hooch, my Healing As New may not completely heal Neville's wounds, and if he has any internal injuries, it's difficult for us to detect them."
Dylan looked up at Madam Hooch. "So, please take him to the infirmary."
Madam Hooch came to her senses, glanced at Dylan, and nodded gently. "You did very well."
She hadn't expected that she, a flying professor,
could handle a student's accident better than a first-year.
She had witnessed so many flying accidents that she felt a young wizard needed more training before he could master flying.
However, she realized that her standards couldn't be applied to first-year students.
After helping Neville to his feet, Madam Hooch turned back to Dylan, lost in thought.
"You reacted quickly and handled the situation perfectly. Five points to Gryffindor for that!"
"Wow!"
The Gryffindor lion cubs cheered.
The Slytherin snakes, however, pouted, their faces etched with disapproval.
"Now, everyone, put your brooms back in their proper places. No one is allowed to fly until I take Mr. Longbottom to the hospital!"
Madam Hooch sternly warned the young wizards before leaving. "Anyone who dares to fly without permission will be expelled!"
Dylan didn't accompany Madam Hooch to take Neville to the infirmary.
After Madam Hooch left, the young wizards stood there in stunned silence.
Suddenly, Malfoy emerged, broom in hand.
"Hey, did you see that fat guy's face? My god, that's hilarious! How could someone not even hold a broom?"
Malfoy's voice was rather arrogant.
Harry and Ron glanced over in disapproval.
Malfoy stared back defiantly, his mouth still chattering.
Dylan narrowed his eyes.
He remembered that during the flying lesson, Malfoy seemed to have had a conflict with Harry because he had obtained Neville's memory ball.
This time, he had stuffed Neville's memory ball into his backpack in advance and did not bring it with him. He did not expect Malfoy to stand up and make trouble. He walked straight up to Malfoy.
Malfoy paused.
The spells Dylan had just unleashed were beyond the reach of even a Slytherin like him.
Add to that Dylan's exceptional performance in every class over the past two weeks, and Malfoy felt a head shorter than his enemy.
"What do you want?" Malfoy glared at Dylan, his face fierce but weak. "Everyone from our house is here!"
He glanced around at the young Slytherin wizards, but none of them dared to meet Dylan's gaze, their heads lowered.
"You..." Malfoy choked.
Dylan's gaze was calm. "Mr. Draco, I don't know how you, with your idiocy, managed to survive in this cold world."
"What?!"
Malfoy's eyes widened as he stared at Dylan in disbelief, seemingly unable to believe what he had just heard.
"Do you know who my mother is? How dare you speak to me like that? Your parents are just Muggles!"
This time, Dylan's gaze shifted.
It was like he was looking at a fool.
"What I mean is, failure is the mother of success. You just kind of can't live without your mother."
Dylan had no desire to argue with a young wizard; it was too boring.
Furthermore, he didn't care whether Malfoy was attracted to Harry or not. Because of his own awkward macho attitude, he just wanted to express his love by bullying Harry.
He didn't want to be everyone's spiritual mentor yet; he couldn't be.
So, just as Malfoy was about to open his mouth again,
he raised his wand: "Silencio!"
Instantly, an invisible magical force, like a tight spell, clamped Malfoy's throat.
Before Malfoy could even utter the vicious curse he'd racked his brains for, it abruptly stopped.
Only a pair of wide-open eyes remained, burning with a mixture of anger and astonishment.
He pried at his tightly closed mouth, his sharp lips trembling slightly from the force, and his cheeks puffed out.
He looked like an enraged pufferfish that had suddenly been silenced.
He drew his wand and tried to undo Dylan's spell.
However, he hadn't mastered either the Stop Spell or the Antiphonal Charm, and couldn't use them.
Compared to Dylan's fluent spellcasting, the difference was immediately apparent.
The Gryffindor lions nearby burst into laughter.
Ron and Harry rushed to Dylan's side, their faces gleaming with excitement.
However, Dylan stopped them from mocking Malfoy.
"As a pure-blood Slytherin, I hope you can improve your magic, and not become a person who falls into the water and only floats up with his mouth."
Dylan flicked his wand gently, undoing the spell.
Malfoy continued to glare at Dylan, but dared not say another word.
He hadn't expected this Gryffindor guy to be so smart and know so many spells, but his tongue was even more venomous than any of them, the Slytherins!
" I hope you'll be quiet and don't disturb me." Shaking his head, Dylan put his broomstick back down. Then he sat down on the lawn, took out the instructions for safe use of potions, and read them carefully over and over again. (End of this chapter)