HP Wendy's crossing running account

What could restore the Ravenclaw bookworms, half-lunatics, mystics, astrologists, and Frankensteins back to normal twittering kids?

The answer is a notice in less than 20 words: "The first flying lesson of the first grade will be held on the grass in front of the castle at 3:30 pm this Wednesday. Note: with Hufflepuff."

"If you ask me, the Silver Arrow is an antique from more than 20 years ago." A freckled, ginger-haired little boy talked to the crowd, "Even the most conservative wizard who admires handmade can't get it." Do not recognize the excellent performance of the Sweep series - whether it is speed or stability."

Ollivander smiled noncommittally, and commented in his unique ethereal tone: "Whether it is a wand or a broomstick, the talent to guide magic materials and the soul to construct itself are the highest level of manufacturing. I don't deny that sweeping ten Excellent, but hand brooms can do just as well. Both Ladis Boothby [1] and Leonard Jukes [1] are talented broommakers."

"Speed ​​work is of course very good." Digory frowned, "but the output of handmade brooms is too low to supply the consumption of Quidditch matches - on average, one broom is scrapped every three matches."

Ollivander nodded with a sullen face, showing a rare look of indignation: "Most wizards treat brooms too roughly."

More little wizards don't care so much about the "human rights" of broomsticks. "Come on, Ollivander, a broomstick is not like your wand. No Quidditch player would give up a hedge or somersault to protect a broom."

"In terms of braking performance, my uncle's new broom, the Comet 180, is the best broom I've ever seen." Miss Rolanda interjected just in time to stop a denunciation of handmade brooms.The big guys were eagerly discussing the broom war between Sweep and Comet again. "Sweeping Samsung" and "Comet 180" which will lead the market this year is really a very complicated issue.

Even the senior students joined the discussion eagerly, and a few boys from the Ravenclaw Quidditch team came over with smiles on their faces: "I hope there will be some good seedlings among you. I don't want Our Chasers have graduated and the team has been in a shambles." "Good job, lads. If I know you're no better than those bumbling idiots in Hufflepuff..." He winked and dragged on. intonation, and ended up getting a note on the head from a textbook written by Headmistress Teresa McMillan.The elder sister had a serious face: "It's not a good quality to look down on other colleges, Leslie. Compared with failing to pick up, our team has an inconspicuous captain like you, which is the most worrying thing."

Leslie was not annoyed, and licked his face and smirked at McMillan, as if he was being praised.McMillan resentfully pointed his finger at his forehead: "Why don't you go to Gryffindor with your virtue?" Now, the dreamy expression on Leslie's face shook even the little wizards of the first grade. watched.

There are also discordant voices.

Selena Fancourt fills the common room with smoke.With half-closed gray-green eyes, she flipped the tarot cards back and forth with her fingers painted with royal blue and purple nail polish, and her voice seemed to be hypnotized by something unknown: "The theme is upside down" The Fool ', new things are hindered...falling from a cliff; the future card is a tower...a very clear symbol of falling; upright demons, inverted priestesses... ominous, very ominous..." The final conclusion is: the first flight The class will definitely encounter a disaster of blood and light.From then on, Merlin couldn't stop Fancourt from chanting strange incantations in the room nervously.

Miss Pince was made nervous by her, and murmured to her Quidditch book at every opportunity.Rolanda privately thought she was trying to drown out Fancourt's incantations with her own.The poor girl grew even paler, and the word "flying lessons" or "Quidditch" made her jump like a frightened black rabbit.

Although everyone other than Pince took this "death prophecy" with a grain of salt, when Fancourt started peddling her homemade amulets, everyone bought one for almost nothing for a silver Sickle. Any metallic artifact that magically fluctuates.It can be seen that everyone is actually a little uneasy inside, which has nothing to do with how many brooms they have in their homes or how good they are at zigzag flying.

The atmosphere, mixed with unease and anticipation, carried over into Wednesday afternoon's Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

The Slytherins who had taken flying lessons yesterday were very unkind:

"Every one of us can fly. This is of course a talent. Every little wizard with noble blood is naturally good at broomsticks."

Hearing this, Pince was clutching "The Origin of Quidditch" under the desk, his bony fingers trembling constantly.She's a Muggleborn.

"Hufflepuff fools might fall off their broomsticks. Be careful not to be the unlucky ones who get hit. Hahaha."

Wendy saw several people fiddled with their amulets unconsciously.She has never worried about the so-called prophecy, no matter in her previous life or in this life, she is a firm atheist—even if there is a god, she is also a rebel.Wendy is worried about Tom.He hadn't spoken to her for three whole days since he learned she had declined an exemption from flying lessons.Absently writing down the notes on "Dark Magic Attributes of Vampire Magical Creatures", Wendy raised her eyes to look at the tall and straight back of young Riddle on the other side of the classroom, and sighed softly.It was the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class where they didn't sit together.

When the gray-haired Professor Mellors couldn't stand the whispering of the students any longer and closed the textbook with a snap, the tormenting Defense Against the Dark Arts class finally ushered in the bell for the end of the get out of class.Almost everyone let out a long sigh of relief.

"Why didn't she teach us what to do if we fell off the broom?" Pince's face was as white as if she was about to duel a vampire, and she complained as she packed her schoolbag, "Can the Cushion Charm or the Levitation Charm work? "

Abraxas Malfoy, who was passing by, heard her thoughts and showed a contemptuous smile: "Because the danger of 'falling off the broom' does not come from black magic, but from stupidity, or— —bad. Little Mudblood."

As soon as he finished speaking, Avery and Lestrange let out a "quack quack" laugh together.

Pince lowered his head, really on the verge of crying.It was Rolanda who rushed over decisively, pulled her and ran away.

It was a great day for flying, the sun was shining and the sky was crystal blue.Breeze across the shimmering lake brings aromas of snapdragon and wood hibiscus.The grass undulates rhythmically, like a green sea under the golden light.21 brooms are neatly floating on the sea.

The flying professor is a wizard who looks to be in his 30s.He is the kind of person with mediocre facial features but a very handsome temperament and figure, and there is a sense of joy when he speaks:

"Hey kids. What are you waiting for? Why don't you stand next to your brooms? . . Say: 'Get up!'"

Wendy looked at her broom curiously.It was an old broom, with one section of the slender wooden handle slick from long-term handling, while other places were covered with tiny scratches.The tail of the broom is made of a pair of flexible branches, which is very different from the bristled brooms common in the 21st century. Wendy checked again and again, but did not find any jetting or braking devices hidden in this clump of branches—this is the reason. Just an ordinary broom, at least in appearance.

It is this "ordinary" broom that has a voice control function.Wendy expressed surprise, but then she thought about it, if she shouted "get up" to the broomstick in German, French, or even Chinese, would it obey?As a magic broom facing the world, it doesn't make sense to only understand English. Could it be that German wizards can't use British brooms?Therefore, a qualified broom needs to have both a voice control system and a multilingual recognition and translation system.But if it's just voice recognition, wouldn't Muggles also be able to use broomsticks?So, this is not an ordinary voice control system, this is a voice control system that can tell whether the speaker is a Muggle or a wizard!

When the little wizards around started shouting "Get up" to the broom with various tones and tones, Wendy had already completed a long period of thinking and guessing in her mind.

Wendy first said the word "get up" mechanically in an emotionless tone, and her broom lay on the ground without any movement.This is not surprising, Wendy looked around, Rolanda's broom had already jumped into her hands immediately, and Ollivander's movements were also very fast.However, more people were still yelling "Get up" to the broom on the ground, including Miss Pince, who was already sweating profusely, and her voice was fast and high-pitched, but her broom was just rolling mischievously on the ground.Apparently, the broom heard her voice but didn't respond at all.

Suddenly, a bold idea flashed in Wendy's mind: maybe the broomstick is not controlled by words.She remembered that Professor Flitwick once said: The language of wizards is magical.In Wendy's understanding, this is because the vocal movement itself will stimulate the language center of the brain to a certain extent, thus leading to corresponding magic fluctuations.This is how chanting the spell guides the correct casting of magic.However, the existence of silent spells has demonstrated that pronunciation is not a necessary process.The same applies to the use of broomsticks: the enchanted broom will sense the "up" magic wave emitted by the wizard, not the pronunciation of the word "up".In other words, it doesn’t really matter what you read, whether it’s English, German or even Indian, “getting up” is the same, what’s important is the powerful idea contained in it and the clear magic fluctuations that follow the idea.

Wendy stared at the old broom with sharp eyes. "Get up!" Her voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible, but it was determined to be sure.At the same time, she let the magic power in her body be released to the broom, and then resonated with the magic power on the broom.The broom shivered and jumped into her hand with a "poof".

This feeling of magical resonance with magical artifacts is strange.If there is an analogy, only the magic wand can be compared with the broomstick.In fact, Wendy felt that the broom was a weakened version of the wand—it only accepted commands to move in all directions, and it was not picky about its owner.If the wand is an artificial intelligence, the broom is at most a mouse control program.

The broomsticks of this era have had cushion charms attached, so sitting on a wooden stick does not feel any discomfort.The little wizards finally got on the broom successfully.Most of them were slowly floating at a height of 5 feet, while a few with better talents, like Rolanda and Diggory, were already circling at the height of three floors.Surprisingly, Fancourt's flying skills are very good. Although she looks like an octopus dozing off on the broom, the broom glides very firmly against the ground-yes, this girl firmly believes that He refused to raise his height even an inch because of the "bloody disaster".The flying professor shuttled around the field very conscientiously, and kept encouraging those little wizards who hadn't succeeded in flying themselves.

Wendy happily played with her broom at the edge of the crowd.She discovered that the broomstick has two sets of command systems: one is the magical control from the wizard, such as "up", "down", "speed up", "stop" and so on; Control, such as pedaling with both feet to make the broom rise vertically, the center of gravity forward to accelerate the broom, the center of gravity to move backward can decelerate, and the force can be turned left and right at the position of the hand, etc.

After Wendy tried all the words and actions she could think of, she found that she was already on the eighth floor.The tower of the castle is close at hand, and the proportion of the spire is very different from when looking up.The students under their feet are already as small as ants, and their conversations are so low that they can't even hear it, only the wind whistling in their ears.She looked up, the sun was too dazzling to see its shape, and the sky was so blue so tempting, a few faint clouds across the sky, forming a spherical distortion at the edge of the field of vision.Wendy remembered that on her birthday a certain year, her father took her to ride the roller coaster in Guangzhou. The sky she saw during the rapid flip gradually overlapped with the scene in front of her.

"Ah Ting." After two time and space, the man's voice is still so clear, even the joy and unruliness in the tone can be clearly felt.

In the air where there was nothing to rely on, she heard her own heartbeat, sickly, fast, almost jumping out of her chest.She gripped the wooden handle of the broom tightly, and the illusion of wings on her ribs made her feel omnipotent.

"Ting."

She closed her eyes, and traced the track of the roller coaster in her memory with an incredible gesture, the wind slapped her face rapidly, and the sky was upside down on the soles of her shoes.She bounced high into the sky like a rocket, and fell like a meteor. Before landing, she rose rapidly and drew a beautiful "U" shape.Breathing became increasingly difficult in the rapid twirling, but she didn't want to stop at all.

"Ting." This is a hysterical warmth, like moths to a flame.

Until a scream woke her up from the loss of control.Wendy realized that it was the sound of the old broom being overwhelmed, but it was too late.Her first silver arrow shattered in mid-air, falling with its last wielder.

Time seemed to slow down, and Wendy could clearly see the sky gradually receding, and the exclamation of the world gradually became clearer.

Rolanda rushed towards her quickly and tried to grab her, but missed by a hair.

Then she heard a series of chanting sounds that were so fast that their voices changed. There was a muffled "poof", the landing was soft to the touch, but it still made her dizzy.The last thing Wendy saw before she passed out was the distorted face of the jet-haired teenager.

"It's ugly," she thought.

Note [1]: Ladis Boothby, the maker of Moondream Broom.Leonard Jukes, creator of the Silver Arrow broom.

The author has something to say:

This article was originally just a pitfall caused by a second-year attack. Many ideas seem naive and self-righteous after a year.But because I was expected by others, I decided to write what I thought before.

Thanks to the readers who are still waiting for the update in the foreseeable future.