The Witch of the Roll Never Gives Up

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The little witch followed immediately.

They did not enter the greenhouse today, but waited directly at the greenhouse door for class, because they wanted to start learning to fly faster!

After all, you can't take flying lessons in a greenhouse.

I followed the dean all the way to the middle of the farmland.

There is a large farmland here, all covered with lawn.

Moran and the others passed by here before and didn't know what this lawn was for.

But now they know.

“The farmland here is open and has a good view, which is very suitable for beginners to learn to fly.

This land is planted with cotton grass. If you fall, they will catch you and slow down the impact. Don't be afraid.

Of course, I and your guardian dean will always pay attention to your safety.

The broom grass is planted by you yourself, and it will be contaminated with your magic power and magical atmosphere every day. The broom is also made by your own hands.

Such a broomstick will be more obedient than your wand.

Everyone should stand side by side first, then get on the broom and hold the broom handle..."

Amisha held the wand and was ready to rescue the little witch, and then said: "Now, tell the broom that you are 'ready' to take off! Note, it is 'prepared' to take off, not take off!"

The little witches have been learning magic for a year and are already very skilled at giving such instructions.

Even Moran didn't hesitate.

In the past, she would wonder how the broom could understand witch language, why the broom could fly, why it could be controlled without injecting magic power, what the energy source was... there were a lot of questions, but she couldn't find the answers in the textbooks.

But now she's the Moran who's read "The Witches."

It is normal for a broom made of broom grass that has been infected for such a long time to understand its master's instructions.

It is no longer an ordinary broom, it is a witch's flying broom. It is called a flying broom. Flying is its own ability.

It's as natural that a broomstick can fly as a witch can do magic.

energy? Who says flying a broomstick consumes no energy? It is said in the book that it will get tired after flying for a long time and needs to rest. When resting, isn’t it just recuperating its strength?

As long as there are no more infections, the broomstick's physical strength will get better and better. This is the same as raising a little witch. The better it eats, the stronger it will grow.

At this moment, Ms. Amisha gave an order, and all the little witches immediately sat on the broom without any hesitation, holding the broom handle in their hands, and the broom head was slightly lowered and dragged on the ground.

This is the preparatory position for taking off. It is illustrated in the textbook and it is very simple. They all did it very standardly after studying the flight course textbook.

Moran took a deep breath and said to the broom in his mind: "I'm ready to take off!"

Immediately afterwards, she felt a light touch in her hand, and something was holding her buttocks, which seemed to be a little bit tight.

To facilitate the flight today, she wore pants and no robe.

When she lowered her head, she saw that the broom head hanging on the ground had floated up, supporting her butt and keeping it level with the broom handle.

Compared with farm tools and cleaning tools, the broomstick is like a real child, so considerate and obedient, without any ambiguity at all.

Moran's only slight anxiety disappeared after the broomstick responded to her without hesitation.

There was an exclamation, and Moran looked to the left and right. The broomsticks of the little witches were floating.

Every broom always listens to its owner. There is no situation where it is indifferent to the owner's call.

Moran thought of a book he had read before that said that the witch's magical contamination was equivalent to the manifestation of the witch's talent, the wings of an angel, and the body of a dragon. It seemed true.

This is the racial talent of witches. Every little witch is born with it. It is not as different as magic talent.

Broom grass grown from infested weeds and made into flying brooms are derivatives of talent.

Why it was a broom, not a blanket, or something else, I couldn't tell.

"Attention, relax your hands. The direction in which the broom handle is pressed determines the direction of your flight!"

Ms. Amisha's voice brought Moran back from her thoughts, and she quickly concentrated on listening to what Ms. Amisha said.

"Let's practice flying in a straight line at low altitude first. Raise the broom handle slightly, just a little bit. Then tell your broom to slowly lift off and hover about three meters above the ground!"

This time Ms. Amisha finished speaking, but still no little witch took off.

It's not that the broom is disobedient, but it's still calming down.

The little witches were very excited about taking off, but the more excited they were, the less they dared to take off immediately.

Being reckless is not a good thing. For witches who advocate freedom and independence, staying calm and cautious is a must.

Stay calm when casting spells, and even more so when flying.

Moran also took a few deep breaths, then raised the hand holding the broom handle slightly, and mentally directed the broom to take off:

"Slowly, fly a little higher, about three meters, okay, okay, stop!"

She managed to hover in the air.

How should I put it? It's like playing a game. As long as you don't press the handle with your hand, the game character will not move.

The same seems to be true for broom flying, as long as she holds the broom handle properly and doesn't use any force, it will stay level and not change direction.

As long as she doesn't give random commands to the broom, it won't speed up or slow down casually.

Everything is controllable, as long as she controls her hands and heart.

After her, other little witches also left their feet one after another and flew up. After flying to a height similar to Moran, they all let their brooms hover in the air.

"Don't use force with your hands, let the broom fly forward slowly and evenly."

"Good! That's it! Slow down first and get used to it!"

"We are almost at the edge of the lawn. Prepare to turn left. Pull the broom handle slightly to the left. Come one by one. Moran, you lead the way. Keep the speed just now. Don't speed up."

"Yes, yes, yes, that's it. It's turned like this. Learn to control the offset timing and angle of the broom handle according to the speed! Next, Vasida!"

The little witches slowly completed the first left turn one by one, and changed from flying side by side to flying in a line.

Moran led the way, followed by little witches one by one.

After flying for a while, there was another left turn. This time, without the reminder of Ms. Amisha, they passed it smoothly one by one according to their previous experience.

After the fourth left turn, Ms. Amisha signaled them to prepare to press down the broom handle to slow down the landing.

"Good, good! It's the first flight, and the first round has landed successfully!" Amisha praised: "Take a break, and in three minutes, we will start the second round of test flight."

At this time, Moran quietly breathed a sigh of relief, let go of the broom handle, wiped his hand on the corner of his clothes, then touched his buttocks and stomped his tense legs.