Ch86- Flying

Ch86- Flying

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[System Message: Remembrall. It glows red when the owner has forgotten something. Concealed Ability: Detects and alerts the owner when a memory has been tampered with or erased. Glows pulsating blue for tampered memories and red for erased ones. Linked to the bloodline of a noble house, reveals full capabilities only when held by a true heir.]

Looking at the Remembrall, Harry hummed thoughtfully. Neville's status, as revealed by the System, had long confirmed that the boy was under a long-term Confundus Spell. From what he could hear, Neville didn't seem to grasp the true potential of the Remembrall. He believed it only indicated when the holder had forgotten something. Shaking his head, Harry said in his mind, "How can an artifact that can reach into a holder's brain be simple?"

"Indeed, Master Harry," Nigel chimed in, his tone laced with his usual sharpness. "Anything that delves into the mind is rare and powerful. I'd say such an item in the wrong hands could lead to quite the forgettable situation."

As they were watching, the ball in Neville's hand turned red. Harry noticed Draco Malfoy lurking nearby, eyeing the Remembrall with a mischievous glint. As Draco smirked, seemingly about to snatch the ball, his eyes caught a green flash from afar. Turning, he saw Harry looking directly at him. The unspoken message was clear, and Draco, respecting Harry and wary of making an enemy over something so trivial, walked away.

Harry's protection of Neville, though subtle, didn't go unnoticed by those around him. Nigel, observing the scene, remarked, "Seems like the young Malfoy isn't as daft as his hair suggests. A wise move, retreating in the face of the Potter glare."

Harry ignored Nigel's quip, his mind returning to the Remembrall. It was a fascinating artifact, one with hidden depths and potential. He considered the implications of such an object. If it could detect tampered or erased memories, it might be a vital tool in uncovering hidden truths or manipulations. The fact that it linked to the bloodline of a noble house suggested a deeper, more ancient magic at work.

Harry's mind continued to churn with the questions about the Remembrall and Neville's situation. "Nigel, what do you think about Neville's gran sending the Remembrall? It seems a bit too convenient, doesn't it?" Harry pondered aloud.

Nigel responded with his usual flair, "Master Harry, you're delving into a plot thicker than Hagrid's beard. If Neville's gran did send the Remembrall, and she's aware of the boy's condition, then there's more to the Longbottoms than meets the eye. It's either deep concern or deep cunning."

Harry nodded in agreement, his eyes still on the red glow of the Remembrall in Neville's hands. Then if Neville's gran sent it, did she know Neville was under the spell too? Was there another plot he couldn't see? He considered helping Neville with the spell, but he didn't know the caster and he was afraid to make things worse for Neville. What if he dispelled the Confundus, and the caster tried something more drastic? That is why, Harry, despite paining him, so far haven't tried to help Neville with his condition. Harry clicked his tongue as he got up.

In the afternoon, the flying class started in the open field. Standing next to Tracey, who was jumping on the balls of her feet with excitement, Harry waited for Madam Hooch to arrive.

Harry, concentrating on his maneuvers, replied mentally, "Less chatter, more support, Nigel."

As they flew, Madam Hooch called out instructions, her voice carrying over the field. "Steady now! Turn, ascend, and descend! Keep your brooms steady!"

The students executed the maneuvers, demonstrating their control and skill. Harry, in particular, stood out with his natural talent. His broom seemed an extension of himself, responding to his slightest command with intuitive precision. Draco watched from below, his eyes narrowed.

Looking around during the flying lesson, Harry spotted his target, someone he had wanted to meet for a long time. An idea formed in his mind, prompting a silent question to Nigel. "Would doing this make me evil, Nigel?" he asked internally.

"Doing what, Master Harry?" Nigel's voice echoed in his mind, curious yet nonchalant.

Harry, using wandless magic, subtly focused on Susan Bones' broom. She was a competent flyer, but her movements lacked the finesse of the others. Suddenly, her broom jerked uncontrollably. "AAH!" Susan exclaimed, her broom veering away from the class.

Madam Hooch, too far to intervene quickly, watched with growing alarm as Susan Bones' broom jerked uncontrollably, sending her tumbling towards the ground. The class, frozen in shock, could only watch in horror. Madam Hooch, her wand ready, shouted for the students to move out of the way, planning to cast a spell to soften Susan's fall. But the students, caught in the grip of terror, failed to react.

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