Chapter 139: Reckless lion!!

After Darren accepted the task, he looked up.

Neville was flying really high.

He couldn't even see where Neville had flown to for a moment.

Fortunately, the next second, he saw Neville's figure falling rapidly from high in the sky.

"Wingardium Leviosa!"

Darren took out his wand, pointed it at Neville, and shouted loudly.

Hiss.

After shouting, he was stunned.

Not because of embarrassment, but because this... was too magic-consuming, right?

The system gave him 100 magic at the beginning, and Darren hadn't increased it since then.

However, no matter how much of this 100 magic was used, it would automatically refill the next day.

It wouldn't increase or decrease.

Darren had tried to use up all this magic, but he couldn't use it up at all.

He practiced first-year spells with his wand for a whole day and still couldn't use it up.

At that time, he knew that his magic size, compared to the first year, was definitely huge.

As a result, when he was saving Neville, his magic was constantly being consumed, and in the blink of an eye, it reached 50.

If it continued, squeezing him dry wouldn't be enough.

It would take at least 300 or 400 magic to fully save someone falling from a high altitude.

Clearly, saving someone from high altitude required a lot of magic.

No wonder Madam Hooch in the original work didn't save Neville.

Using so much magic to save someone was better than letting him fall to the ground and sending him to the infirmary to lie down for a day.

It could also give Neville a lesson.

Of course, these were all Darren's guesses.

However, he felt it was close enough.

Thinking of this, he stumbled and put away his wand with a pale face.

"Potter?"

Malfoy looked at him suspiciously.

With this guy's character, how could he put away his wand at this moment?

"Out of magic!"

Darren gritted his teeth, looked at the broom hesitantly, then kicked off with his legs and flew into the sky.

Awesome!

Darren's flying talent made him feel like a fish in water in the air.

If his 3 points of flying talent had gone up, Darren felt he might not have been able to stay in the sky for a few seconds before falling down.

*Cough. *

Now is not the time to think about these things.

Darren took a deep breath, then flew rapidly toward Neville and grabbed him.

The broom fell rapidly due to Neville's weight.

Darren tried his best to stabilize the broom, cursing Hogwarts for being too stingy in his heart.

This broom was flying too high and shaking; was it afraid of heights?

And he was carrying Neville; this broom was shaking around like it had eaten something crazy, looking like it wanted to throw them both off.

Had this broom developed intelligence?

Strongly request Hogwarts to throw away these brooms that might have brains.

Darren complained to himself.

Seeing that they were not far from the ground, Darren jumped off the broom with Neville; if he didn't jump off, he was worried the broom would disintegrate on its own.

"Thump!"

Darren landed on the ground and rolled into a ball with Neville.

【Ding, congratulations to the host for perfectly completing the task, obtaining Neville's gratitude, and obtaining +2 Dark Magic talent.】

Darren was a bit confused.

Although he was happy to get a perfect evaluation, could he not get Dark Magic talent?

He was really worried about being locked in Azkaban one day.

"Oh, children, are you okay!"

Madam Hooch ran over quickly.

She helped Darren and Neville up, looking at them with a serious expression.

"Neville, why didn't you listen to my instructions? And Darren, you... how dare you fly so high? You almost fell down just like Neville!"

Madam Hooch said with some worry.

Darren shook his head obediently and said embarrassedly, "Sorry, Madam Hooch, I caused you trouble. I just wanted to save Neville at the time. In the Muggle world, falling from such a high place would kill you, I..."

He shook his head embarrassedly, his face full of guilt.

Clearly, he had just remembered that the wizarding world was different from the Muggle world.

"Alright, alright, my poor child, go, stay with your classmates. Neville! If you are this reckless next time, I will discuss with Professor McGonagall to cancel your flying lesson qualifications!"

Madam Hooch looked at Neville sternly.

Neville was scared to tears.

He was already scared out of his wits today, and with Madam Hooch's lesson, Darren felt that if this were his reality, this child might jump off a building after class.

But unfortunately, this is the wizarding world.

Jumping off a building usually doesn't kill you.

If you are saved, your parents might beat you up.

Truly miserable.

He showed a look of pity.

"Oh, my child, this is necessary, alright, you take him back to the classmates, you are truly a child so kind that people cannot refuse... right, I am going to take Neville's dropped broom to be repaired, tell them not to cause trouble."

Madam Hooch sighed softly.

【Ding, +80 Saint Father points.】

【Ding, +50 Saint Father points.】

Darren, who only received two Saint Father point reminders, felt a bit strange.

With such a heroic act, why did no one pay attention to him?

He looked back.

Oh.

Harry was holding Neville's Remembrall, riding a flying broom, and gliding down from high in the sky.

When he was saving Neville, did Malfoy take Neville's Remembrall to mock him again?

However.

"Brother!" ===== CHAPTER 141 =====