Everlasting Vision from Hogwarts

William felt that he might have underestimated the dean in front of him. Despite his thick eyebrows and big eyes, he might not be a white rabbit.

"Since you mentioned this Pratt Greaves, you must be familiar with him. Could you help me tell him about my application?"

Flitwick shook his head sadly, and said with great regret: "Although I know him, we don't have a close relationship with him, so it's absolutely impossible for him to agree with me easily."

William asked again, "Does he have any hobbies or interests, or is he someone with whom we have close friendships that we can get in touch with?"

Flitwick still shook his head, "There should be no one in the school who has a closer relationship with him than me. As for hobbies?

It's easy to guess. There is no one in the Sports Department who doesn't love Quidditch. "

William suddenly realized that Flitwick was waiting for him here.

After all, he still wanted to join the house team and help Ravenclaw win the championship.

Without answering him in a hurry, William secretly considered in his mind, if he could use Quidditch to catch up with Pratt Greaves, and then ask him to help approve him to take the Apparition exam.

Although time has become consumption capital, it allows you to perfect another carriage.

Seventy-seven 49, nine departures and thirteen returns,

"Not bad!"

William looked hesitant, "But our college's Quidditch team is full, and I can't join..."

"Don't worry about this. I will help you communicate. Some of them are about to graduate. What they always want is to cultivate a pillar heir for the college before leaving. You are the champion seed worth cultivating."

William smiled shyly, seeming very embarrassed.

"But I don't have much time to participate in training. My daily study tasks are already very heavy. I'm afraid that the hospital team members will have objections."

"Uh~

Okay, I will tell them about your situation. If your ability to ride a broomstick can conquer them, that's fine. "

Flitwick emphasized again: "The premise is that your strength can convince them."

William still smiled shyly, "I will do my best."

…………

A few days passed quietly, and there was still no news from Dean Flitwick.

William is still doing his truant little prince thing.

By searching books and newspapers, he found the lost flying spell that Flitwick had mentioned before in a very old ancient book.

Of course not how the spell is cast, just some information about it.

The name of that magic spell before it was lost was very simple, it was called the Flying Charm. At that time, its status may have been similar to the current Apparition. Although it was an advanced magic, there were many people who knew it.

However, due to unknown reasons, this flying spell lost its effectiveness in allowing the wizard to fly.

Wizards in recent centuries generally believe that this may be related to magic, but why is this speculation specifically?

There are no instructions in the books.

Moreover, he saw this statement in a book called "Quidditch of the Artifact": The magic spell that allows wizards to fly without any tools has not yet been invented.

"Or it's not that it wasn't invented, it's that a new flying spell wasn't invented."

William chose to believe Flitwick's words. He believed that after the old flying spell failed, the new flying spell had not yet been invented, or someone had successfully researched it, but it had not been spread yet.

If there's anyone who knows the new flying spell, it's probably Voldemort.

William is a little regretful that he didn't watch all the Harry Potter movies in his previous life. Maybe there will be relevant clues in the movies.

Walking out of the library, a letter flew towards William.

After taking it apart, he found that it belonged to Flitwick, telling him that he had already communicated with the Ravenclaw team that one of their players would quit to free up a spot for William to join.

Now William needs to go to the flying field to meet his teammates.By the way, choose the player identity.

After arriving at the destination, William saw seven people standing on the empty flying field, presumably members of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team.

"Hello, my name is William Blake. Dean Flitwick asked me to come here to see Captain Owen."

The eyes of the seven people focused on William. Among them were Captain Owen, whom William mentioned, and the members who were about to make room for William.

A tall boy came out, "I am Owen Matthews. William Blake? The dean has already told me, he said you are very good at riding a broomstick?"

William nodded expressionlessly, "I don't dare to say it's very high, it's just passable. How about I show it first?"

He believes in the principle of no nonsense if you can do it, whether it is a mule or a horse, only if you show it, others will know.

The seven people were surprised by William's temper and exchanged glances with each other calmly.

"This little wizard has a very hot temper. He is not as gentle and humble as the dean said."

Owen gave William a flying broomstick, "This is the common broom we use for training. I don't know if you are used to it. Why don't you try flying it first to try your hand?"

This is a cunning Ravenclaw!

Without further ado, William got on the broom and went up to the sky, soaring into the sky.

After flying vertically for more than ten meters, the direction suddenly changed and it shot towards the horizontal line. The broom flew at a right angle in the air.

The seven-member team nodded, this is a good level.

William then demonstrated, suddenly swaying in the air, just like a pulley sliding across a roadblock, drawing countless semicircles with their heads connected.

This is the pursuer dodging the Bludger.

Then, taking his hands off the broom handle,

With only his butt in contact with the broom, his hands reached forward as if to catch something.

Suddenly the broom seemed to be weightless and fell vertically downwards.

The seven people on the ground were shocked and quickly took out their wands, only to see William shaking his head at them.

When the wand was only a few dozen centimeters from the ground, he grabbed the broom and pulled hard. It was like trying to turn a mountain, and the airwaves of the broomstick made a ripple on the lawn.

This is a scene where you play Seeker and catch the Golden Snitch.

Then, he transformed into a ball that looked like a bat and a Quaffle. He held the bat and threw the Quaffle high.

He rode his broom and performed a series of difficult movements in the air again. When he returned to his original position, the Quaffle just landed parallel to him.

Raise the stick, gather strength, aim at the target, and swing the stick,

Just hearing a "bang", the Quaffle flew out of the flying field at a speed that was invisible to the naked eye.

Hovering in mid-air, he looked down at the seven people. Sure enough,

Everyone looked in disbelief.

Um?How come someone feels so ordinary?

It was actually Captain Owen.

He was still holding the wand, with a serious expression, and his eyes were fixed on William, as if he was immersed in the tension of thinking that William was about to fall.

"Sure enough, the captain is worthy of being a captain. He is not very surprised by my skills. He is just worried about my safety."

On behalf of Daju, the King in Yellow, I recognize you.

Irving: "How can he still fly like this, how can he still make this posture? The force of this hit is so impressive."

Owen: "But he's only in the first grade. When I was in the first grade, I still had to stick my butt out when riding a broom."

Owen: "The more I think about it, the sadder I feel. Why do I feel a little sad..."

Irving even wanted to do one: Avada chewed the big melon.