Chapter 48: Neville's Remembrall Sparks Conflict, the Three Lions' Coordination Defeats a Formidable Foe

Over the next few days, Harry, Hermione, and Ron appeared by the Black Lake promptly every morning.

Although the initial morning workouts left them exhausted, as time went on, they gradually adapted to Professor Morris's training regimen.

Among them, Hermione's transformation was the most obvious.

Her physical fitness improved significantly, with noticeable enhancements in both running speed and endurance.

Even her cheeks, which had once been somewhat pale from long hours spent sitting in the library and the common room, now carried a healthy flush.

Moreover, Hermione was pleasantly surprised to find that the morning workouts not only strengthened her physique but also helped her concentrate better in class and made her thinking much sharper.

Harry's progress was equally remarkable.

Having turned eleven not long ago, he was right in the middle of a growth spurt.

Combined with the hard-earned nutritional supplements from Hogwarts and Morris's scientific fitness approach, his body became slightly stronger, and his once skinny frame began to fill out.

While running, he experienced an unprecedented sense of freedom and exhilaration, which filled him with confidence for the upcoming flying lesson.

Although Ron had complained a bit at first, his transformation was also very striking.

His endurance steadily increased, and he often took the lead while running.

It was much like the saying:

When life cannot be resisted, enjoy it thoroughly, and perhaps there will be even greater rewards.

Finally, the day of the flying lesson arrived.

It was Thursday, a bright and breezy day.

As they walked down the sloping lawn toward a flat stretch of grass on the opposite side of the grounds, the blades of grass rippled gently beneath their feet.

Beyond the lawn lay the forest, its dark trees in the distance swaying in the wind.

"The weather is really nice," Ron said, stretching lazily and taking a deep breath, his mood relaxing more than usual. "Compared to running, I think flying might suit me better."

"Yeah, today we finally get to try out the brooms. I've dreamed of flying since I was a kid," Harry nodded.

"At noon, I read a book called *Quidditch Through the Ages*, and it says..." Hermione muttered, tidying her robes as she recited the contents of the book from memory.

A group of students had already gathered on the lawn, each standing beside a broom with an expression of either nervousness or excitement.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione quickly found their spots, standing next to their brooms and waiting for Madam Hooch to arrive.

Madam Hooch was a tall witch wearing deep green robes and holding a broomstick.

She walked steadily over to the students, swept her gaze across the group, cleared her throat, and said in a ringing voice, "Welcome to your first flying lesson! Today, we are going to learn basic flying techniques—starting with how to make the broom obey your commands."

She motioned for everyone to stand properly and continued, "Now, everyone stand beside your broom, place your right hand over the broomstick, and say 'Up'."

"Up!" Harry shouted loudly, and his broom immediately leaped into his hand, resting steadily there.

The surrounding students looked at him with looks of astonishment and envy.

Ron also shouted "Up!" and although his broom twitched clumsily at first, it finally landed in his hand.

Hermione had to put in a little more effort, but on her third try, she finally made the broom obey.

This allowed her to let out a sigh of relief—all those non-Muggle-born young wizards had been boasting during breaks about how they used to play with flying brooms as children—which had made her feel like she had fallen far behind and put her under immense pressure.

Almost everyone made some progress, except for Neville, whose broom didn't budge at all.

Next, Madam Hooch demonstrated how to mount the broom without sliding off the top, walking back and forth along the line to correct their grips.

"Good!" Madam Hooch approved of their performance. "Now, next, we are going to learn how to sit properly on the broom, push off hard from the ground with your feet, and rise slowly into the air."

Upon hearing the instructions, the students mounted their brooms, preparing to attempt takeoff.

The air was filled with an atmosphere of tension and excitement.

"Remember, push off gently and evenly," Madam Hooch instructed as she demonstrated. "Don't rush, and don't push too hard. Maintain your balance."

Harry was the first to leave the ground; his movements were smooth and natural, making him look like a born flyer.

He hovered steadily in a circle in the air, drawing a chorus of gasps.

"Looking good, Mr. Potter!" Madam Hooch nodded in praise. "Just be careful not to fly too high; stay within a safe range."

Ron followed closely behind. Although he was a bit nervous at first, he quickly found his balance and successfully took off. His face was full of excitement: "Harry, I did it!"

Hermione cautiously pushed off the ground to ascend. Although her movements seemed a bit stiff, she ultimately managed to hover in the air, a relieved smile blooming on her face.

On the other side, Neville's situation did not go as smoothly.

Nervously gripping his broom, he gave the ground a hard push with his feet, but used too much force. The whole person shot into the air like a cannonball, completely out of control.

"Ahhh!" Neville screamed, his broom swinging wildly in the air. He was holding onto the broom handle with immense difficulty, and there was a chance he could fall at any second.

"Neville! Relax!" Madam Hooch shouted, trying to guide him to regain control of the broom, but Neville could no longer hear her, shouting in absolute panic.

Just then, the broom suddenly made a sharp turn, and Neville was thrown off, crashing heavily to the ground.

His wrist was visibly bent, and he groaned in pain.

Madam Hooch immediately ran over, squatting down to check his injury: "Unfortunately, his wrist might be broken. I need to take him to the hospital wing right away."

She stood up and swept her gaze over the remaining students: "Everyone stay right here, and don't touch the brooms! No one is to fly without permission, understand?"

The students nodded one after another. With a spell, Madam Hooch gently lifted Neville, making him float in mid-air, and then hurried away from the lawn with him.

The quiet atmosphere lasted only a few seconds before it was broken by a burst of low laughter.

Taking advantage of Madam Hooch's absence, Malfoy picked up the Remembrall Neville had dropped.

He held up the small Remembrall, a flash of mischievous triumph in his eyes: "Look what we have here? It's our dear Neville's Remembrall."

The students looked at him, and some couldn't help laughing, finding Neville's wretched state amusing.

Harry frowned, stepped forward, and said, "Malfoy, give it back to him."

Malfoy sneered, clenching the Remembrall tightly, and looked defiantly at Harry: "Oh, Potter, don't take it so seriously. I just thought I'd 'keep' it safe for that big lump."

With that, Malfoy pushed off the ground, his broom soaring rapidly into the air and carving an arc through the sky.

"Want to catch me, Potter? Then try and find out!"

The response Malfoy received was not Potter, whom he expected, but someone no one present had anticipated—

Watching this scene, Ron could no longer hold back.

The morning workouts over the past period had left him exhausted, but one of the main reasons he had kept going was to crush Malfoy's arrogance during the flying lesson.

Waking up early and sleeping late every day, training until he was dead tired—wasn't it all for this very moment?

If he couldn't even catch Malfoy now, wouldn't all those morning workouts have been in vain?

Without any hesitation, the next second, Ron angrily jumped onto his broom, gave the ground a fierce kick, and shot into the air, heading straight for Malfoy: "Malfoy, hand over the Remembrall!"

Admittedly, Ron was filled with anger—not just toward Malfoy, but also toward the grueling morning workouts.

This anger burned like a blazing fire inside Ron, making him even faster and more ferocious than usual.

"Catch me if you can!" Malfoy sneered, pulling his broom upward and soaring swiftly toward a higher altitude like a nimble hawk.

Seeing that it was Ron, Gregory Goyle and Vincent Crabbe immediately mounted their brooms. Though their movements were clumsy, they rose from both sides in a pincer formation, preparing to block Ron from getting closer.

Ron did not back down at all. Clenching his teeth, he adjusted his broom while trying hard to catch up with Malfoy, shouting toward the ground, "Hermione, Harry, come up and help!"

Hermione and Harry exchanged glances. Although they could see different expressions in each other's eyes (one was excited and impatient; the other was reluctant), both of them jumped onto their brooms almost simultaneously and kicked off into the air.

"Harry, distract Goyle, I'll pin down Crabbe!" Hermione quickly assigned tasks, veering her broom sharply to charge straight at Crabbe, forcing him off course.

Understanding Hermione's intent, Harry accelerated abruptly, blocking Goyle's path with a sweeping turn to cut off his pursuit.

"Ron, hurry up and chase!" Hermione shouted, flexibly dodging Crabbe's encirclement in the air. Her movements were a bit stiff, but fortunately, her opponent's movements were just as stiff as hers.

By this time, Ron had used the opportunity to close in on Malfoy.

He pressed down on his broom handle, rushing fiercely to Malfoy's side: "Give me back the Remembrall!"

Malfoy sneered, holding the Remembrall high, and called out, "Want it? You'll have to see if you've got the skills!"

Before his voice had even faded, he suddenly pulled a hard stop, flipped backward over the broom, and maneuvered underneath Ron.

"Don't think you can escape!" Ron growled lowly, sending his broom into a dive to tangle with Malfoy in mid-air.

Just then, Harry noticed Malfoy trying to hide the Remembrall in his robe pocket. A bright idea struck him, and he shouted, "Hermione, force him to turn left!"

Hermione immediately grasped Harry's meaning. Breaking away from Crabbe with a sudden dash, she slammed her broom against Malfoy's right side, forcing him to veer left.

Malfoy's rhythm was disrupted by this move, and his broom nearly spun out of control.

"Now, Ron!" Harry seized the opportunity and shouted loudly.

Ron instantly dived directly below Malfoy, gripping the broom handle firmly with both hands and using the momentum to pull upward—before Malfoy could react, he leaped up, grabbed Malfoy's outstretched wrist with one hand, and yanked hard.

"Ouch!" The Remembrall flew out of Malfoy's hand, but this time it wasn't toward the ground; it was tossed high into the air.

"Hermione, catch it!" Ron roared, then steadied his broom.

Hermione quickly adjusted her broom and flew toward the Remembrall, but Crabbe blocked her path, spreading his arms to interfere.

At the critical moment, Harry flew in from the side, ramming Crabbe away with a sharp turn to create space for Hermione.

Hermione reached out and touched the Remembrall, but realized her speed wasn't enough to fully control her direction. At the crucial moment, she batted the Remembrall downward and shouted, "Ron, catch it!"

Ron was already prepared. He steadied his broom and focused all his attention.

The Remembrall traced an arc and fell precisely into his outstretched palm.

"Got it!" Ron gripped the Remembrall tightly and shouted excitedly.

The students on the lawn burst into cheers, and even those who had simply stood by watching couldn't help clapping.

In a window slightly ajar within a Hogwarts castle tower not far away, a figure leaned against the window frame, holding a cup of steaming honey lemon black tea in hand.

The cool wind outside gently ruffled his robes as Morris's gaze rested on the three figures down on the Black Lake lawn.

If he remembered correctly, back in his previous life beneath the overpass, some storytellers used to recount the chapter titled *Neville's Remembrall Sparks Conflict, Three Lions Cooperate to Crush Strong Enemy*.

It went precisely as follows:

Morning mist veils the rippling light upon the Black Lake,
Brooms soar through the skies to contend for mastery.
Deep obsessions are harbored within the Remembrall,
While friendship and teamwork transform into a sharp blade.
Hermione's wit forces a sudden turn in the road,
Harry rams the foe to clear away the blocking obstacles.
Ron fights with all his might to seize the victory,
While the young master hides his frustrated madness in shame.
Tacit understanding forges the bravery of the three lions,
Making Hogwarts' self-reliance shine far and wide.