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    "Fisch! Look! We have flying lessons starting this week!"

    A new week has begun, Ron Weasley, No. 4 Red, bluffed and bluffed early in the morning, pointing to a notice posted in the common room.

    Immediately afterwards, he showed a disgusted expression again, "It's really unlucky to be taking flying lessons with Slytherin."

    However, Fish couldn't empathize, he didn't know what flying lessons were, and he didn't hate Slytherin students.

    However, amidst the chatter of the surrounding humans, Fisher gradually understood what the flight class was, which was a class that taught people how to fly to the sky on a broomstick.

    "Oh, I see," Fisher suddenly realized, "Minerva seems to like this."

    In my impression, I once tore up a book with a man riding a broom on the cover. After Minerva came back, she was furious. She not only scolded him, but also punished him for facing the wall and thinking about it.

    But in the end, he was fooled by him.

    "You must be talking about Quidditch!" As soon as Ron talked about it, Ron was a little eloquent, "It's the best sport in the world! There is no wizard who doesn't love it!"

    Other students from wizarding families also joined the topic one after another, and taking it as an extension, they began to brag about their flying experience, which made little wizards like Harry who grew up in the Muggle world stunned.

    It's just that Fish is not interested in Quidditch and broomsticks, he is still in a hurry to go to the auditorium for breakfast.

    After arriving at the auditorium, it was obviously much noisier than usual. The other three colleges also received notices of flight lessons. The first-year freshmen were all excitedly discussing this topic, and the senior students also took the time to intervene.  After a few words, he quickly left and rushed to class.

    "Give."

    As soon as Fish sat down on the long table, Hermione pushed the cut steak in front of him, and stuffed a fork into Fish's hand.

    After the initial excitement, the little witches' fanatical feeding of Fish gradually became normal, and then they began to think about how to help Fish integrate into the lives of normal people.

    After some discussions in private, now they are taking turns to prepare food for Fish and let him eat on a fork.

    "Fisch, are you sure about flying lessons?"

    Hermione, who has never touched a broomstick before, has been very nervous since she knew she was going to take flying lessons. She kept looking for a little Muggle-born wizard like herself to talk to, so as to find some balance.

    After seeing Fish, she also asked subconsciously.

    "I don't know, I haven't flown before." (£þ¡«£þ)

    Fish held the fork behind his back, chewed the beef in his mouth and replied vaguely, after a week of campus life, he gradually got used to communicating with other young wizards.

    "Anyway, I'm not afraid of falling, even if I accidentally fall, I won't get hurt."

    "Woo that's great Animagus"

    Hermione, who failed to find the balance, wrinkled her face, thinking whether it would be better for her to learn an Animagus too.

    Amid all the turmoil, the time came to Thursday in a blink of an eye.

    Today's breakfast was prepared for Fish by Parvati Patil, who has a little dark skin and a little forehead decoration, very finely cut lamb chops.

    Fish was gnawing on the lamb chops happily, and there was a burst of whispering in his ears. It was Hermione, the mouse tooth, who was reciting the contents of "The Amazing Quidditch Ball" in a low voice, "The Amazing Quidditch Ball" and "The Amazing Quidditch Ball".  Oddball was the book Fish had torn up.

    "Just memorizing books won't teach you how to fly correctly, Miss Mousetooth."

    Malfoy came over with a large bag of candy, and after hearing Hermione's thoughts clearly, he couldn't help but draw out his tone and mocked.

    Without waiting for Hermione to retort, Malfoy put the candy in his hand in front of Fish.

    "My mother sent some more candy, and I brought some for you to try."

    Malfoy said to Fish slowly.

    In addition to the little lion of Gryffindor, students from other colleges would come over from time to time to give Fish something to eat, and Malfoy, who always received snacks from home, joined in after a few days of restraint.  Come in.

    "Oh! Thank you, Braingate!" (¡ñw¡ñ)

    Fish, with bright eyes, quickly opened the bag, grabbed a handful of candy and stuffed it into his mouth.

    Malfoy's haughty face suddenly collapsed, "If possible, I would rather you call me Draco."

    "Okay, brain gate, no question."Woo"

    Many little witches bit their handkerchiefs when they saw this scene.

    It's so enviable!

    Although Fish is now willing to let them touch their heads occasionally, he still can't rua cats like Professor McGonagall.

    Under the influence of Fisch, more and more little wizards wanted to become Animagus and become cats to get close to him.

    Fei Ke didn't know that he had inspired a group of young wizards again. He tilted his head and began to recall under Professor McGonagall's reminder.

    "Is there any?"

    In my memory it seems that there was such a thing, but after he threw those balls for a while, he threw them aside casually, and now he doesn't know where they went.

    As for that velvet

    "Oh, this sausage tastes really good." (¡ñw¡ñ)

    Fish blinked, sat back on the chair as if nothing had happened, forked a piece of sausage and stuffed it into his mouth, and said indistinctly

    Recommended ticket month
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