A day of learning magic at Hogwarts

At 03:30 on Wednesday afternoon, Ian, Ernie, Justin and the other Hufflepuff students hurried down the steps of the castle and arrived at the Quidditch pitch next to the castle, ready to start their first flying lesson.

The weather was sunny at this time, and except for a few breezes blowing in my ears from time to time, it was impeccable.Such weather was rare in Hogwarts.

The grass swayed slightly at their feet as they walked quickly across a sloping grass field toward the Quidditch pitch.Beyond the stadium is the Forbidden Forest, and the dark trees there are also swaying in the wind, giving off a sense of mystery.

The Ravenclaw students were already there, and twenty broomsticks were neatly arranged on the ground.

"So, there are no cushions on the broomsticks?" Ian thought to himself as he looked at those flying broomsticks.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but reach out and touch my butt.

Such a bare stick, sit on it and support the whole body... If it only lasts for a minute or two, it would be okay; if sitting on it is the time of a game, it will be such a painful process.

The flight seemed not as comfortable as I originally imagined.

Their teacher, Ms. Huo Qi, is here.She has short gray hair and two yellow eyes, as sharp as the eyes of an eagle.

"Okay, what are you all waiting for?" she snapped, "Everyone stand next to a broomstick. Quick, quick, hurry up."

All the students in both houses did so, and all were assigned a broomstick.

Ian lowered his head and glanced at his broomstick. It looked quite clean, like a new one.

Unlike the one in Ernie's hand next to him, it was broken and old, with some branches sticking out in various directions. It looked like it had been used for at least ten years.

"Put your right hand over the broom handle," Ms. Hooch shouted from the front, "and say, 'Get up!'"

"Get up!" everyone shouted.

Ernie MacMillan's old broom sprang into his hand.But there are only a few such obedient brooms. For example, Justin Finch-Fletchley's broom just rolled on the ground.

Of course, there is something even more outrageous, and that is Ian's brand new broom. It lay motionless on the ground, as if it had not received any orders at all.

"Get up... get up... get up... get up..." Ian patiently called to his broom using four different tones like coaxing a kitten.

Still no response.

"Hahahaha!" Ernie on the side looked at Ian's embarrassed look and couldn't help laughing, "It seems that you are not far ahead of us in all subjects!"

Apparently, Ernie was quite satisfied with Ian's poor performance.

This is weird, Ian thought to himself.

He had read a lot of books related to flying in advance. Although this kind of "sports" content was generally difficult to improve through reading.

But Ian still understands the basic logic:

The broomstick is essentially a mount (or you can think of it as a mount), and like most mounts, it can sense the inner emotions of its rider.

If the rider is really timid and panicked, the broom will definitely not respond to you.

The strange thing is that although this is the first time for Ian to come into contact with a flying broomstick, deep down in his heart, he is actually not timid or panicked at all.Why is this broom like this? At least it needs to be moved!

Thinking of this, Ian couldn't bear it any longer. He raised his hand and called out to Mrs. Hoqi: "Professor, this broomstick of mine, no matter how you call it, it doesn't respond at all... Could it be it?" Is it broken, or is there something wrong?”

"How is this possible?" Ernie retorted without thinking. "Even if the broomstick falls apart, it still has normal functions..."

But he quickly shut his mouth because Mrs. Huo Qi came.

Mrs. Hooch tilted her waist and inspected Ian's broom very seriously.

After a minute, she raised her head: "Sorry, Mr. Drizzt. This seems to be just an ordinary broom. God knows how it got mixed in..."

"Huh?" Ernie exclaimed, never expecting that there was something wrong with the broom.

Ian was also stunned, he didn't expect to be such a moth.

"You can use my broom first!" Mrs. Huo Qi placed her broom in front of Ian and took away the ordinary broom.

"Get up!" Ian said softly after glancing at the "new" broom on the ground.

This time, the broom jumped into his hand immediately.

This broomstick looks old but has been well maintained. The broom handle is engraved with the letters "Silver Arrow".

This probably refers to product brands and the like.

……

The flying lessons are still going on.

Ms Hooch then showed them how to get on the broom without sliding off their heads.She walked up and down the line, correcting their handshakes.

Ernie MacMillan was severely criticized because he made a terrible mistake in holding his broomstick.

After that, it’s time for test flight.

"You come one by one and listen to my whistle. As soon as I whistle, you kick your legs off the ground. Remember to use force." Ms. Huo Qi said, "And hold the broom steady and only allow it to rise a few feet. , please pay attention to safety."

"Miss Aibo, you come first!"

Hannah Abbott blushed and walked out of the crowd.She seemed to be no taller than a flying broomstick.

"Three...two...one..."

As Mrs. Hooch's whistle sounded, Hannah did not fly at all, but jumped forward on the ground for almost ten feet.

"Stop!" Finally, Mrs. Huo Qi shouted, and she finally stopped, and her face became more rosy.

There was a burst of laughter from the Ravenclaw students.

Mrs. Huo Qi was used to this. She motioned to Hannah to sit down and rest for a while to avoid hurting her knees.

One by one, students began to try in turn, but most of them performed poorly.Terry Butt, the Ravenclaw boy who had laughed at Hannah the loudest before, fell down as soon as his feet left the ground and fell onto the lawn.

"Get up, Mr. Butt!" Mrs. Hooch shook her head helplessly, "Fortunately, you didn't fly too high, otherwise you would be like the Gryffindor kid named Longbottom."

"Drizzt, come and try!"

Upon hearing his name, Ian quickly held up his broomstick and took a few steps forward.