Harry Potter and the Beginning: Azkaban

After finishing speaking, Megan stretched out her hand and looked at the broom a thousand meters away.

Megan then gathered the magic power in her body into her palms, condensed the magic power into a transparent thread, and shot it towards the broom.

This method of controlling magic power is very secretive and difficult to detect. Unless one collides directly with the magic power, one will feel something strange.

To achieve this, in addition to knowing the control method, the most important thing is to have a strong soul.

Only a strong soul can possess such fine control.

Because this method is a method of magic control from the continent of Ezeroth.

So, the wizards in Harry's world were unaware of this.

Rolanda and a group of little wizards looked at Megan in confusion. They didn't know what Megan was doing. Throwing the broom so far away, could it still come back?

Ron stood on tiptoe, looked at the broom that had almost become a dot, and asked Harry:

"Harry, do you know what Megan is doing? He threw the broom so far. I don't know how strong Megan is."

Harry rolled his eyes after hearing this. He had deeply experienced Meghan's power.

Harry still remembers Meghan's strange strength. Didn't he see that the swelling on his head hasn't gone down yet?

"Ron, don't say anything, just watch. If you want to know how powerful Megan is, then you will know it yourself."

Hearing Harry letting him experience it for a while, Ron shrank his neck in fear, swallowed his saliva, waved his hand and said:

"No, no, no, forget it. What if I get beaten to death?"

While speaking, Ron stared at Harry's horns, with a hint of fear in his eyes.

Although Harry didn't tell them how the injury was caused, Ron believed through observation over the past two days that it was most likely a mark left on Harry by Meghan.

Didn’t you see that there’s always something wrong with the way Harry looks at Meghan? This is the legendary love turning into hate!

Harry looked at Ron's eyes as they moved towards his forehead, and suddenly he felt an unbalanced emotion, as if a scar had been grafted, and his heart twitched.

Harry thought, he couldn't experience it all by himself, that would be too sad!

If there is anything, friends must be allowed to try it as well, so that they can have a say.

Thinking of this, Harry showed a contemptuous expression and said:

"Tsk~~ You coward, what are you afraid of? This won't kill anyone.

Don't worry, just listen to me and give it a try. It will be fine. At most you will get a minor injury, which is nothing."

Having said that, Harry paused for a moment and began to think about how to let Ron enjoy the beauty of violence.

“Besides, although Megan has beaten several people, look at who died among them, weren’t they all fine in the end?”

Ron nodded unconsciously after hearing this, and it seemed that it was really as Harry said.

Although Megan's attack was a bit heavy-handed, no one died in the end. At least he had never seen or heard of Megan killing anyone.

Just as Ron was wondering whether to do this, Hermione widened her eyes, suddenly pointed in Megan's direction, and said in surprise:

"Look, the broom is moving."

Hearing this, Harry and his companions, as well as the other young wizards who were communicating, all looked towards Megan.

Sure enough, just as Hermione said, the broom that Megan had thrown out seemed to have grown legs and was flying back at an extremely fast speed.

After seeing this scene, Ron opened his mouth slightly, stared, reached out and patted Harry on the shoulder, then pointed at the broom and said in disbelief:

"Oh my god Harry did you see how Meghan did it."

Harry also widened his eyes, and wiped the frame of his glasses with his hand as if he still didn't believe it, and said with a blank look on his face:

"I do not know either!"

Not to mention Harry and other little wizards, even Rolanda was stunned. She couldn't believe that Megan could control the broom from such a long distance.

Oh, no!

Before Megan could say anything, the broom flew back automatically.

How is this possible? This is magic!

After about ten seconds, the broom flew back into Megan's hands.

Megan held the broom, turned her head, and looked at Rolanda with squinted eyes.

"Madam Hooch, you look all right, are you talking about having no talent?

If this is not considered talent, then tell me, what is talent?"

Hearing Megan's question, Rolanda seemed very embarrassed. She wished she could find a hole in the ground to crawl into. It was so embarrassing.

At the same time, Rolanda was still a little annoyed. She felt that Megan was targeting her and deliberately embarrassing her.

If Megan had one-tenth of this talent, I wouldn't have said anything. It would not even be impossible to let him participate in the Quidditch game directly.

But Megan was acting like a pig before, and now she is acting fierce again, so what should she say?

"Okay, Ms. Megan, I'm very sorry for my verbal gaffe!"

"But since you can pick up a broom, why don't you try to fly?"

Megan rolled her eyes and thought to herself:

Flying, flying feathers, he doesn't understand the principle, how can he fly.

Could it be that he is trying to fly in another way like before?

If that's the case, then just as Rolanda said, he doesn't have to come.

"I'm sorry, Madam Hooch, I think I should learn the theory of flying first, don't you think?"

Rolanda frowned after hearing this. She couldn't understand why Megan cared so much about those crappy theories!

In Rolanda's opinion, wouldn't it be nice to be able to fly? Really.

"It's class time now. For theoretical knowledge, you can go to the library privately and look for relevant books. I believe there is the knowledge you want in them."

Megan frowned when hearing Rolanda's words. She had never seen such a person before. This was too much!

This was not the end. Rolanda was afraid that Megan would say something else, so she added another sentence, intending to directly block Megan's next question.

"Okay, that's enough of this. We're about to take off."

Having said that, Rolanda turned around and prepared to continue shouting her previous slogan.

But Megan couldn't let Rolanda off so easily. If Rolanda didn't explain clearly, Megan wouldn't be able to do anything.

"Wait, Madam Hooch, there is no professor like you. You can't do it this way. We are the flowers of the wizarding world. The growth period is very important, but we can't be careless."

Seeing Megan's entanglement, Rolanda finally couldn't suppress her anger and yelled at Megan:

"I am the teacher and you are the teacher. If you don't agree, you can teach yourself. It's not your turn to manage my class. If you want to listen, listen. If you don't want to listen, get out!"