Hogwarts Crawler

The flying class was held on the lawn in front of the Hogwarts gate.

On the way to class, Bernard looked at Adam, who was so calm that he was out of tune with the lively atmosphere around him, and his face was strange:

"You don't seem to be very interested in flying class?"

Adam always made him feel like a little wizard from a fake Muggle family. He was curious about everything in the magic world, but Adam seemed to be indifferent to many things.

Through this period of time, he realized that it seemed to be because Adam had too many ideas of his own, but he still couldn't understand it.

That's flying!

"I can't say I'm not interested. Flying is an experience worth looking forward to for me, but this technology is a little lacking in practicality for me."

Adam spread his hands:

"I can't ride a flying broom to my parents' restaurant."

"That's true..."

Bernard nodded. He didn't have any tangible property to inherit, but after Adam said that, he seemed to have to consider whether he should completely enter the wizarding world in the future.

The professor of the flying class is Madam Hooch, who is also the referee of the Hogwarts Quidditch competition. She has short gray hair and yellow eyes like a hawk.

"Everyone stand next to a flying broom... What are you waiting for? Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up!"

It can be seen that this is a lady who is vigorous and resolute.

Standing next to the flying broom, Adam looked at the flying broom at his feet and found that the branches at the tail were a little messy, and some places even showed signs of breakage. I hope it will not affect its use later.

Madam Hooch swept around and found that everyone was in their positions, and shouted:

"Stretch out your right hand, put it above the broom handle, and say: 'Get up!'"

"Get up!"

The flying broom jumped into Adam's hand.

Although some of the classmates around him may have failed the first time because they were too excited, they all succeeded after trying a few times.

Everyone held the broom handle, and each of them looked very excited.

"Don't worry, you need to know some flying precautions before you really take off."

Mrs. Hooch began to talk about how to hold the broomstick correctly and how to sit on it without falling. During the explanation, she walked past everyone to correct their posture.

"Stand straight, such a forward-leaning posture will make your broomstick rush forward at the beginning!"

Mrs. Hooch patted Bernard on the back and walked to Adam:

"Well, very good, you can hold your hands more calmly. If you want to play Quidditch, you can't hold the broomstick with both hands."

"What exactly is Quidditch?"

Bernard couldn't help but mutter. He heard his classmates talking about this yesterday. He wanted to ask but found that he couldn't get a word in.

"A game of hitting and catching balls on a flying broomstick. Maybe you can read "The Origin of Quidditch". I have this book on my bookshelf."

"I'll read it when I get back."

"Okay, kids, keep this posture and remember what I just said! Hold the broomstick firmly, rise a few feet, then lean forward slightly and fall vertically back to the ground. When I blow the whistle later, you will kick your legs off the ground - kick hard!"

Mrs. Hooch stood at the front of the team and looked at the students in front of her, holding her silver whistle in her hand:

"Listen to my whistle - three - two - one -"

Accompanied by the crisp whistle, Adam kicked his legs hard and his whole body flew into the air -

It was really a novel experience to hover in the air on a broomstick. Even though Adam had been mentally prepared before, his heartbeat began to accelerate uncontrollably.

At this time, there was a sudden noisy sound around. It turned out that a classmate was too excited and shook his upper body, causing the flying broom to move around. Mrs. Hooch called him down from the sky and gave him a lecture.

After watching the excitement, Adam's attention returned to himself. After taking a few deep breaths to calm himself down, Adam began to try to control the flying broom - rising - falling -

After his feet returned to the ground, Adam got off the flying broom and looked at the broom with shining eyes.

Well, I have to admit that the flying broom is indeed a bit fun. I wonder what it feels like to fly with wings?

It seems that the study of Xiangpai can be mentioned earlier...

"Wow!"

Back to the ground, Bernard staggered a little when he got off the flying broom. He looked a little weak in the legs and his face was a little pale, but his eyes were shining.

"The flying broom is really great! I never thought that one day I could fly in the sky... I mean without a layer of iron shell around me."

"The material of the aircraft shell is notIron... But I agree with what you said before. "

"Hey hey hey - be careful! Adam!"

Adam turned his head and saw Cologne turning in the air, riding a flying broom and flying diagonally downwards towards him with a panicked look on his face. Adam's pupils shrank, and an invisible magic circle quickly formed under his feet -

"Bang -"

With a muffled sound, Cologne hit the air in front of Adam, as if hitting a heavy shield. Fortunately, for some reason, he suddenly lost control of the flying broom, and the speed of the broom dropped a lot. In the end, Cologne just fell from the broom as high as three or four steps above the ground.

"What did I just say? !"

Mrs. Hooch rushed over quickly, grabbed Cologne and checked him. After confirming that he was not injured, she said angrily:

"Rise a few feet, then lean forward slightly, and fall vertically back to the ground - I don't care what operating techniques you have heard elsewhere, you have to do what I say in my class! If it happens again, you will be put in detention!"

Letting go of Colon, Madam Hooch looked at the other students with a look of oppression:

"You all remember this!"

Madam Hooch began to explain how to move forward and backward in the air, and then the get out of class was over, asking everyone to remember the last thing she said. She would ask questions in the next class, and those who couldn't remember were not allowed to get on the flying broom.

"Are you okay?"

Adam walked to Colon.

"I'm fine... just a little sore in the nose."

Colon thought about it and still didn't care about the weirdness of the moment just now. The broom lost control and hit the air. It should be an illusion caused by the confusion of his control of the broom in a panic.

"What happened just now?"

"Hmm..."

Colon's eyes were erratic:

"I just remembered the Quidditch moves I saw in the newspaper before, and I wanted to try a pose, but I didn't expect..."

"Shouldn't you be glad that you didn't try the Wronski feint? "

Walking over, Uther just happened to hear what Cologne said, and complained.

"I'm not stupid! And I know I was wrong now, okay? I was scared when the broom lost control just now..."