After the class ended, Draco was silent for a long time.
After a long time, Lin An asked him with a smile: "What's wrong? Did you realize that I'm not as strong as you thought, so you regretted making friends with me?"
"No."
Draco glared at her angrily.
He finally put aside the temptations and observations of the nobles and asked directly: "Why are you so strong in the Muggle world?"
"Do you really not know who your parents are?"
"I am homeless and live near a bridge. I have no fixed place to live and no food to eat." Lin An said calmly.
"So it doesn't matter who my parents are, my situation can explain everything."
"Draco, would it be embarrassing for you to have a Muggle-born friend? That's why each of you wants to find my bloodline."
"I'm not--"
Draco blushed.
But he didn't know how to refute.
Because in Malfoy's education, it is impossible for wizards to be friends with people of Muggle descent unless the other party is profitable.
but--
He is only eleven years old this year.
So after blushing, Draco said forcefully: "No, you yourself represent strength, bloodline doesn't matter."
Lin An then showed a satisfied smile, and then touched his increasingly fluffy hair.
"good."
"Hey!" Draco trembled and couldn't help but pull her hand down.
That night, Lin An readjusted his plan.
She no longer keeps her study schedule so tight.
If a wizard can live hundreds of years, or a hundred and fifty years, she still has more than a hundred years to learn.
Then there is no need to be so tight at school - the Dark Lord made her understand that physical health is the most important thing.
After all, so far, she has not heard of any magic medicine that can treat cervical spondylosis and lumbar spondylosis, so she still needs to exercise more.
But soon, the unique physical education class of Hogwarts arrived.
A notice was posted in the Slytherin common room: On Thursday, they would have flying lessons with the Gryffindor students.
The entire lounge became lively, and even if Lin An emphasized the importance of concentration during review, it was difficult for everyone not to lose focus.
Even Draco couldn't help talking excitedly about his flying experience after the one-hour review, and complained that the first-year students were not eligible to join the college Quidditch team.
He even sighed to Lin An and said that it was a pity that she could not witness his heroic deeds of "narrowly escaping a Muggle helicopter" during a flight.
But fortunately, Lin An only had to look at his gray-blue eyes with black eyes, and then smiled seriously:
"Really?"
Draco instantly became depressed.
"Oh," he whispered with some embarrassment and self-destruction: "I didn't hit him, it's just that I was riding a child's broom and saw a Muggle helicopter flying over in the sky. You know," he explained for Lin An
one time:
The enchanted manor can block Muggle vision, but wizards can see Muggle actions in the sky.
Of course, Lin An was still willing to tolerate his boasting. After all, not only Draco, but the entire Slytherin was in such enthusiastic emotions.
In comparison, escaping a Muggle helicopter is the more reliable one.
As we all know, helicopters are not that fast.
"Don't you look forward to it?" Draco asked her: "That's Quidditch!"
Lin An closed the "Magic Quidditch" in his hand.
She just summarized all the key points of flying. Surprisingly, there are no special traffic laws for broomsticks.
Okay, so it can be seen that this is not a mode of transportation for everyone. At most, it is an activity sought after by everyone, similar to racing?
Lin An bluntly said: "The expectations are still the same. I have always wanted to know, will it be uncomfortable to ride a broomstick?"
After all, a broomstick is only so thin!
If there were flying motorcycles or flying racing cars, it would definitely be more exciting.
