I traveled to HP but I tied it to the wrong game system

After changing clothes, everyone came to the Quidditch field. Gryffindor and Ravenclaw had no hostility, so they got along very harmoniously.

There were more than a dozen brooms on the ground, which looked a bit old. I don't know what year they were from. They looked more worn out than the brooms in the movies.

Madam Hooch assigned a broom to each little wizard, and then instructed everyone how to make the broom fly to their hands.

"Now you need to raise your right hand and say, get up!" Madam Hooch demonstrated for everyone, and her broom landed in her hand very obediently.

Well, it shouldn't be very difficult. Every little wizard began to try to make the broom obey. Among them, James took the lead and was the first to control the broom. He just shouted softly, and the broom stopped steadily in his hand.

"Look, classmate Evans, I said, I have a talent for flying." Lily took a look at James's movements and imitated him, and the broom immediately stopped steadily in her hand.

"How?" Lily puffed out her chest and gestured to James, who immediately clapped in cooperation. Alice and Carl looked at James and Lily and seemed to succeed easily, and began the experiment with great interest.

Then it was not very successful. Neither Carl nor Alice shouted to lift the broom. Carl was the first to shout, and the broom turned around and rolled to the side. Alice followed closely, but unfortunately, she only made the broom vibrate slightly a few times.

"Get up!"

"Get up!"

...

The continuous shouts of "get up" became louder and louder, as if they were competing to see whose voice was louder, but the brooms of the two remained motionless, like two rebellious adolescents.

"Hahaha, are there things you are not good at?" James laughed unceremoniously. Since they met, he finally caught Carl's tail.

"James, come on, you've been playing with a toy broom since you were three years old, and even I can't compare to you at this age. I think children from normal families can't compare to you."

Sirius always felt that he couldn't let James do this, because every time James tried to be hostile to Carl, he would hurt himself first [in various senses].

"Hahahaha..." Carl looked at James who was laughing, and somehow he also laughed, which made James a little confused.

Carl watched James calmly laugh, and then said in a strange tone, "It sounds good, my name is James Potter."

"..."

"...You did it on purpose!" James was still furious, and Carl said innocently, "This is obviously your own self-introduction, when you were on the train."

"You did it on purpose!"

"Obviously, I didn't mean it, I did it on purpose." Carl blinked his eyes, and James wanted to argue, but received Lily's death stare.

"Potter! It's not good to laugh at classmates." Lily pointed out James' problem with a serious face, "But he also!"

"I didn't say anything." Carl pouted and started whistling. Lily was helpless by the boys' childish bickering. "Okay, Carl, don't bring up the past."

"Okay, for Lily's sake, I won't quarrel with you. Oh, by the way, Lily's broom doesn't listen to me at all. Can you teach me?" Carl asked Lily about the skills of riding a broom, and Alice also came over.

"And me! Lily, teach me too!" Alice raised her hand, "Well... Actually it's very simple, I can't explain it, but in short, the first thing is definitely confidence."

Lily recounted her experience she had just gained, "Then I was really interested in flying, so I regarded it as my friend. I think you should also think of the broom as your best friend, and then you will succeed naturally."

After a while, most people picked up their own brooms, including Lupin, Peter, Sirius, and Alice. She also successfully kept the broom in her hand under Lily's guidance, but Carl was not among them.

Carl stretched out his hand and shouted, but the broom still lay there straight without any intention of jumping into Carl's hand.

Carl, who encountered the Waterloo of his life, "Can you give me a face?" The broom rolled on the ground and then stopped steadily five meters away from Carl's hand. If the place was not big enough, it would stick to Alice's feet after rolling again, and it would definitely roll a few more times.

Obviously, the broom didn't want to give Carl face. Carl tried again and again, but failed in the end. In the end, Carl bent down and forcibly took the broom in his own hand when no one was watching.

I hope no one saw it, CarlEr prayed in his heart.

Madam Hooch was ready to teach everyone the next step. "Okay, I'll blow the whistle, and you'll kick your feet. Remember to use force, and remember to hold the broom firmly. Three or four feet off the ground is enough. Finally, lean forward and slowly return to the ground. Remember not to think about performance. The first flight is very dangerous!"

Madam Hooch held the whistle. When the whistle sounded, 80% of the little wizards left the ground normally, leaving Carl looking at the broom helplessly. He didn't know if there would be any bad consequences if he forced to fly, so he didn't dare to act rashly.

Just as Carl was preparing to confess to Madam Hooch that he didn't pick up the broom at all, a scream came from the side.

"No! Miss Brown! Come down quickly!" Alice's broom rose uncontrollably, rising until it rose to about 20 feet from the sky. It doesn't take much to know that it would be painful to fall from this height.

"I don't know why, but this broom is out of my control!" Alice's voice was filled with tears. She held down her hand tightly and pressed her whole body against the shaky broom, which made it even more difficult to control the balance.

"How should I get off..." Before she finished speaking, the broom completely lost its balance and flew straight towards the Forbidden Forest. The sound became smaller and smaller, and Carl shouted worriedly.

"Alice!"

But it was useless. The broom was still spinning left and right out of control in the sky. "Wait! Mr. Potter, what are you going to do!" Madam Hooch suddenly screamed. Carl looked over in the direction of the sound and saw James riding on a broom, looking like he was about to take off. Madam Hooch wanted to stop him but he was too far away from James.

James straddled the broom steadily. "Save people?" James said as a matter of course. Just when he was about to fly into the air, Carl took a step and grabbed the brim of James's hat.

James was a child with a strong sense of justice, but he was too impulsive. If he let him fly up now, the accident of one person might become an accident of two people!