Hogwarts Mental Rehabilitation Center

The flying lesson is held in an open square in the castle. The square is large and covered with grass, and there are no statues.

The first flying lesson is unlikely to involve a difficult course like obstacle course.

Before the professor came, the little wizards separated into two rows facing each other and left a passage in the middle. It is said that this is a tradition. For those who don't know, they might think they are on a blind date.

"Travis, are you a clone or a real person?" Harry asked in a low voice, tapping Travis's arm.

"Of course it's a clone, the main body is still resting."

"Oh."

"But why do you need to rest? I remember you said yesterday that it is because you have too many clones and receive too much information every moment, but... wouldn't it be good to reduce the number of clones?"

As soon as he finished asking, Harry seemed to realize that something was wrong with what he said, and he panicked for a moment.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to slow down your study progress, I'm just worried about your body. Studying is important, but there's no need to destroy your body like this, right?"

"Humans have limits."

Travis suddenly said something that seemed inexplicable to Harry.

"What do you mean?" Harry asked.

"Human beings have limits, so I... have to break through them! Besides, people themselves are also very adaptable."

"While I'm still young and still on the rise, I have to adapt to this high-intensity information processing situation in advance."

Travis tilted his head and looked at Harry: "If one day in the future it is necessary to use so many clones due to some special circumstances and there is no suitable environment for body meditation, and I have long been solidified into only adapting to using two or three at the same time. A clone, wouldn’t my brain explode on the spot?”

Harry nodded to express his understanding, but he still felt that something was not quite right.

What kind of special circumstances would require the use of so many clones?Even football, a multi-player sport with a large number of people, uses less than thirty, right?

Thirty people are enough to form two football teams for oneself and oneself. There are also eight more people for each team, one coach and three substitutes.

Oh, by the way, there is also a body, he can be a referee.

While everyone was chatting with each other, their teacher Mrs. Huo Qi came.

Mrs. Huo Qi is very special. Not only does she have short hair, but she also has eyes like an eagle.

According to Travis's many years of movie-watching experience, people with special pupils are generally not simple - but Mrs. Hooch is really quite simple.

A very normal flying class teacher who has never won a broomstick F1 world championship or a Quidditch championship. Everything is so ordinary.

It seems that compared to participating in competitions, Mrs. Huo Qi's skills are more inclined to education, training students and the study of Quidditch theories and rules, that is, a professional coach.

However, this professional coach was so simple and rude about their teaching content. After saying hello, he asked them to stand next to the broom with their hands stretched out and shout "UP" without any explanation.

To say cramming is not cramming, and to say free-range teaching is not a weird teaching model.

With a firm "UP", the broom next to Harry flew into his hand, which surprised and delighted Harry.

Especially when he noticed that he seemed to be the first to succeed.

"Great!"

Harry unconsciously grasped the broom with force, and the next moment he looked at Travis, only to find that not only did Travis not succeed, he didn't even start.

"Travis, don't be nervous. Look, I succeeded all at once." Harry suppressed his excitement and tried not to show off in his tone.

However, anyone who hears his words will think that he is showing off.

Travis glanced at Harry calmly, not feeling disgusted.

Before this, Travis had heard a lot of rumors about him and Harry, and many people were comparing Harry to him.

Although Harry is studying very seriously now and has helped Gryffindor score a lot of points, it is still almost meaningless compared to the aura surrounding him.

Not to mention that Travis stole the show yesterday, and the pressure from public opinion was heavy on Harry.

"I'm actually not nervous, it's very easy for me."

Travis shrugged and held out his hand under Harry's complicated gaze.

The next moment, Harry was shocked.

Travis stretched out his hand and shouted "down"!

boom~

Travis fell backwards to the ground very sincerely, his hand exactly on the broom handle.

This unexpected situation naturally attracted the attention of all students, including Mrs. Huo Qi.

Mrs. Hooch shook her head in amusement and ignored Travis.

"……sharp!"

Harry suppressed a smile and gave Travis a thumbs up.

Travis smiled back and just lay there as if he wasn't ready to get up.

However, when one after another the little wizards successfully summoned their brooms, Mrs. Hooch couldn't help it.

"Mr. Clyde, you won't pass if you try to be clever like this. You have to let the broom fly into your hand, instead of using your hand to reach the broom." Mrs. Hooch said.

Travis stood up and patted his clothes calmly, holding the broom firmly with his other hand.

"Mrs. Huo Qi, you can ignore me, I don't intend to learn to fly."

Mrs. Hooch was immediately confused: "Don't want to learn to fly? Don't you want to participate in Quidditch?"

"Oh, I know you grew up in the Muggle world and have never been exposed to Quidditch, but trust me, as long as you watch a Quidditch game once, you will fall in love with it!"

Other little wizards also looked at Travis, especially those who grew up in the wizarding world. They seemed to be unable to understand why some people didn't like Quidditch.

"You misunderstood, I am quite interested in Quidditch. But..."

pop~

Travis kicked the broom and used the broom as a spear to perform a trick and made a splash at the end.

"As a devout follower of Gandalf, the god of melee combat, I have my own persistence and bottom line - my feet will never leave the embrace of the Mother Earth!"

Mrs. Huo Qi:? ? ?

Melee Dharma God?Who is that?Is there such a person in the magic world?

What the hell is the Mother Earth?Ours is not a Greek mythology system, nor is it even a Nordic mythology system. There is no such setting at all!

"Um...Mr. Clyde, can you speak...more informally?" Mrs. Hooch asked cautiously, as if she was worried about touching on personal religious issues.

"Oh, I'm afraid of heights."

"What?"

"I'm afraid of heights."

Mrs. Huo Qi:...

A group of little wizards:...

"Okay, I think I understand."

After Mrs. Huo Qi reacted, she suppressed a smile.

"Then, Mr. Clyde, come to me. You can watch while I teach them... and maybe I can help you overcome that symptom."

"No problem~"

Travis threw the broom towards Harry and ran to the side and rear of Mrs. Hooch.

Harry looked at the two broomsticks in his hands and was dumbfounded for a moment - did Travis want him to ride two broomsticks at the same time?What if it gets caught in that place?