Harry Potter: Elemental Magic

Malfoy's face darkened. He hadn't expected Harry to be bold enough to point his wand at him.

Moreover, the unity displayed by the first-year Gryffindors was a slap in his face.

In stark contrast, his own side faltered—Crabbe and Goyle stepped back in fear, and even the Slytherin first-years hesitated, unwilling to step forward.

"Harry, you should know the consequences of your actions."

Malfoy tried to calm Harry's anger. He didn't want to risk being attacked by magic. Even if Harry's spells weren't particularly threatening, being humiliated in front of so many people was unacceptable.

If Malfoy knew Harry had already mastered fire and wind element magic, he would likely see this situation as far worse than mere embarrassment.

"Malfoy, I've put up with your disgusting face for long enough," Harry said coldly. "Today, you must apologize to Ron."

Harry's stance was firm, and the hostility in his gaze was unmistakable.

Malfoy's breathing quickened, anger surging within him. This was a humiliation he'd never endured before.

At the same time, he had an unsettling feeling that if he didn't apologize, Harry would actually use magic.

Swallowing nervously, Malfoy finally relented. "Fine... Fine! I'll apologize to Ron—"

Before he could finish, a girl's voice rang out from Gryffindor's side. "Harry, Madam Hooch is here!"

Hearing this, Hermione and Ron immediately stepped forward. Hermione restrained Harry's arm while Ron grabbed his wand.

This was no time for spells—casting one now would lead to dire consequences.

Without his wand, Harry couldn't use magic. Malfoy, sensing the shift, relaxed and even sneered. His face now radiated arrogance and disdain.

"Harry, I'll remember this humiliation," Malfoy threatened. "You'll regret this later."

After his warning, Malfoy returned to the Slytherins, his dissatisfaction now directed at Crabbe, Goyle, and even the other first-year Slytherins.

"We're Slytherins! We should have ambition and a hunger for power!" Malfoy's voice carried authority as he vented his frustration. "What were you doing just now? When faced with those little lions from Gryffindor, we need to show aggression and make them fear us—not shrink away like frightened mice!"

His words stirred the Slytherins. Some began casting hostile glances at the Gryffindors, their attitude noticeably changing.

Harry, now calmed down by Hermione and Ron, overheard Malfoy's declaration. His eyes darkened, but soon, a smile crept onto his face.

"Draco Malfoy, I heard your speech," a stern voice interrupted. "But it was far from friendly. For your remarks, Slytherin loses five points."

Madam Hooch had arrived. Her sharp gaze, reminiscent of an eagle's, bore into Malfoy.

A seasoned woman with short gray hair and piercing yellow eyes, Madam Hooch exuded authority.

Malfoy's pale face flushed red, though not from excitement or happiness. This humiliation only deepened his animosity toward Harry.

Madam Hooch, sensing the tension between the two houses, raised her voice. "What are you all standing around for? Do you want to be statues? Get beside a broomstick, now!"

"Quickly! Quickly! Time is precious!" she barked. "Anyone who's slow will leave, as it shows you have no passion for flying lessons."

Faced with her stern demeanor, both Gryffindor and Slytherin students hurried to their broomsticks.

The two houses stood on opposite sides, their gazes filled with hostility.

Harry glanced at his broomstick—it was old and battered, with its twigs sticking out messily.

Recalling Fred and George's warnings, he couldn't shake the feeling that this broomstick was unreliable. The thought of it wobbling uncontrollably, like a drunken man, was mortifying—especially with Malfoy ready to pounce on any opportunity to mock him.

"Place your right hand over your broom," Madam Hooch instructed. "And say 'Up!'"

"Up!" Harry called out confidently.

Whoosh!

The broom immediately jumped into his hand. Its speed surprised him, and he couldn't help but feel relieved.

Looking around, he saw that Hermione, Ron, and Neville had also successfully grabbed their broomsticks.

Malfoy, too, easily summoned his broom and shot Harry a provocative look.

Harry, however, merely smiled faintly, paying him no mind.

While Gryffindor's students performed admirably, the Slytherins fared poorly.

Just as Fred and George had described, chaos unfolded among the Slytherins.

Several students, including Goyle, failed to summon their brooms. Goyle, after multiple attempts, finally managed to make his broom rise. But just as he celebrated, the broom seemed to go berserk, striking him on the head repeatedly.

The Gryffindors burst into laughter, with Ron seizing the opportunity to tease Malfoy. "Malfoy, it seems your lackeys aren't very competent!"

"Oh, look! He's about to get knocked out by his own broom!"

Malfoy's face darkened further at Ron's mockery, his anger evident.

"Shut up!" he snarled.

Though Ron fell silent, the smug grin on his face remained, savoring the rare opportunity to laugh at Malfoy.

The commotion disrupted the lesson's order, much to the Gryffindors' delight and the Slytherins' annoyance.

Madam Hooch quickly restored calm with her magic, silencing the rogue broomstick.

Remarkably, despite being struck four or five times, Goyle remained conscious—a testament to his robust physique. His head was merely reddened, not knocked out.

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