Hogwarts White Knight

On Thursday morning, the auditorium was particularly noisy.

The discussion of Quidditch trumps all other topics.

"What a damn thing," Harry said dejectedly, "that I would end up riding a broomstick and fall in front of Malfoy."

"I don't know if you're going to make a fool of yourself," said Ron rationally. "I know Malfoy always brags that he's a great Quidditch player, but I bet he's just talking big."

Malfoy spent his days bragging about flying, complaining loudly that first years were not eligible to join the house Quidditch team, and telling long, boastful stories that always ended with him narrowly dodging a Muggle jet. Lifting the plane is the end.

Gawain really didn't understand how he managed to pass through the unstable troposphere in stormy weather without being sent down to see Faraday by a bolt of lightning.

But he's not the only one doing this.

Even Ron, anyone who would listen, would tell of the time he nearly hit a hang glider while riding Charlie's old broomstick.

After finishing Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class in the afternoon, the Gryffindor lion cubs walked out of the auditorium together and headed towards the flying practice field.

Frankly, today is a great day to fly.

The weather was sunny and breezy. When they walked quickly down the slightly sloping grass toward the lawn that served as the field, the green grass rippled slightly under their feet, which was a little itchy, but very comfortable.

The dark Forbidden Forest is at the other end of the lawn.

They walked to the open space used for learning to fly. The Slytherin students had obviously already arrived. They stood there neatly.

It was serious as if a fight was about to happen.

"Hurry up! What are you waiting for! Everyone choose a broom and stand next to it!" Mrs. Huo Qi, who is responsible for teaching flying lessons, shouted loudly, helping everyone stand in their positions.

She is in her forties, has short gray hair, yellow eyes as sharp as an eagle, and looks very capable.

"Stretch out your right hand and place it on the broom handle," she shouted standing in front of everyone, "and then said: 'Get up!'" The broom under her feet immediately jumped up and fell into her hand.

Gawain looked at her % new comet, and then looked at the model at her feet. She didn't even know if it could be called a broom.

"stand up."

He said without much confidence.

Just like he imagined.

The broom rolled listlessly on the ground.

"Tsk, Muggle."

There was a chuckle from the Slytherin side, Gawain looked over fiercely, and the man closed his mouth. He remembered that the dark-skinned boy seemed to have the last name "Brace".

But Gawain is not alone.

He was even considered to be doing well.

——At least his broom moved a few times, not like Hermione's. Even though she suppressed her blush, the broom was like a stone, smelly and hard.

You can shout as much as you want, but if you move, I lose.

While Madam Hooch was instructing the Slytherins, Gawain moved slightly closer to Hermione, using her to block Malfoy's furtive glances.

He knelt down and gripped the broom tightly with his right hand.

The broom shook vigorously in his hand.

"khronos."

Gawain exhaled a spell in a low voice, speeding up the time in his body by %, and his hand strength suddenly became much stronger.

He raised the broom in front of him and ordered:

"Obey or I'll break you."

"Gawain, you can't do this! The book says..."

Hermione frowned in dissatisfaction, but before she could finish her words, she discovered that the broom had become surprisingly obedient, sticking it obediently into Gawain's hand.

"You see, they are all like this, bullying the weak and fearing the strong." Gawain gestured with his hands, and at the same time quietly removed the inherent acceleration.

Only a few seconds passed, but he felt a sense of fatigue coming over him, as if he had just run a few kilometers.

One minute later.

Naturally, the broom in Hermione's hand also became more honest. Although she wasn't that strong, it was obvious that the two of them had four hands in total.

She stood on tiptoes and looked towards the square with relief, her expression became much more relaxed; even Harry and Ron felt confident.

——Because from just now, Mrs. Hooch has been accusing Malfoy of holding the broom in a wrong posture.

"Nervous like an orangutan grabbing corn."

Ron said in a low voice, imitating Mrs. Huo Qi.

"Now, as soon as I whistle, you kick your legs off the ground and kick hard," said Mrs. Hooch, "hold the broom steady, rise a few feet, then lean forward slightly, and fall straight back to the ground. Listen to my whistle—three—two—"

But Neville seemed to be too worried that he would be left behind, and actually jumped ahead of him. He kicked the ground violently and flew almost vertically into the sky!

"Oops!"

Gawain quickly realized that Neville had completely lost control of his broom.

It's rising straight up.

He looked at Mrs. Huo Qi, only to find that she was shouting "Come back, kid!" in a panic, as redundant as the vegetable salad on a sumptuous Christmas dinner.

Everyone knows it's there.

But no one thinks it is worthy of being appointed

What's the use?

Neville flew faster and faster in the sky.

It's at least twelve feet tall.

His broomstick was tilted forward, threatening to hit a castle tower or wing at any moment and smash his head to pieces.

"The spell can't reach it!"

Gawain made an instant judgment, stepped on the broom in his hand, kicked hard and took off. But his tattered broom was moving slowly, and it was difficult to even fly in a straight line, let alone catch up with Neville.

"Damn", Gawain cursed fiercely.

A very bold idea came to his mind.

- He needs to fly.

Fly quickly without the help of a broom.

Gawain took out his left leg, suddenly changed from riding on the broom to kneeling on one leg, took out the wand in his right hand and pointed it at himself.

"arrest momentum!"

"khronos double accel!"

Then he stepped hard on the broom handle, jumped up quickly, and pointed the wand down in his hand.

"expulso!"

"expulso!"

"expulso!"

Gawain concentrated his mind and kept releasing the "flying sand and flying rocks" spell below him, while adjusting his direction, he quickly approached Neville.

This spell he discovered in the library can emit a blue fire light, causing an almost explosive effect on the target.

But corresponding to the power is extremely high difficulty!

Gawain has practiced it many times, and now he can only achieve the effect of making desks or chairs fly.

But now, in just a few seconds, the time in Gawain's body is traveling at twice the speed!

That mysterious spell not only gave him inherent acceleration, allowing him to squeeze his body's potential to a greater extent and explode with power close to or even beyond the limits of his body, but it also allowed him to sense the outside world for a long time. Exactly twice as much!

This is not a simple multiple, but an exponential increase with more possibilities and higher limits.

Under the extremely sensitive perception, the blood surged in the body, the roar echoed between the eardrums, and the body temperature soared rapidly.

He feels like he can do anything!

Another blue fire flashed, and he was only two or three feet away from Neville.

Just as far as the spell can reach.

"Arresto momentum! Neville let go!"

The silver aura, just as he expected, hit Neville, causing Neville, who was about to be thrown off the broom, to stop in mid-air. Gawain, on the other hand, pulled off his cloak forcefully and pointed his wand "akus!".

Even if the spell isn't accurate.

Even if he's not very skilled at transformation.

But now he can definitely do it.

He has to do it!

Gawain racked his brains and imagined it in his mind.

A rope.

In order to reduce the pressure, it is black, made of cloth, and the length is as long as six feet. As for the texture, decoration, etc., there is nothing.

It seemed that the next moment he completed his imagination, a ball of brilliance bloomed from the top of the wand, and the cloak in his hand turned into a rope.

"go with!"

He threw it out hard, pulled Neville roughly, pulled it in his direction, and then pointed the wand in his hand behind him.

"expulso!"

At the last second when he was about to close his eyelids because he was tired and uncontrollable, he shouted out the last spell with difficulty.

The momentum brought Gawain, together with Neville who was floating towards him, and slammed into the nearby platform.

"Fortunately, someone was there to help."

With one last thought, he passed out.

When Gawain woke up again, he was already lying on the bed.

The back of the bed was slightly raised, and the snow-white sheets and mattress were very clean, with the fragrance of sunshine and a faint smell of washing powder.

Only this time he was no longer a stranger.

This is the school hospital, no doubt about it.

But the person waiting in front of his bed was not the gentle Madam Pomfrey, but Dumbledore wearing a silver wizard robe. He was sitting against the bed next to him, holding a small jar in his hand.

This time Gawain really couldn't understand the principal's taste.

——There are many cockroaches in the jar, the kind that can move.

"Oh, Gawain, you're awake." Dumbledore's beard twitched, "Would you like to try it? This is Honeydukes' new product. They sent some to me first."

He handed the jar to Gawain.

ps1: expulso comes from the seventh part of the movie. Harry used this spell to drag the death-eating man who was chasing him from the wedding into the wall. Translation....I am also very helpless! Literally translated this should mean expulsion.

ps2: The acceleration of inherent time can make Gawain's blood flow faster and his heart beat faster, squeezing out power that he would not otherwise be able to exert, but it will also make him face the pressure of external time. This is a huge test for the body. And overthinking the brain consumes a lot of calories (refer to Sheldon)

ps: Sorry for the pacing issue in the last chapter. Some book friends said that the transition was too rigid. I really feel the same way. It’s because I thought too much when wiring. I will modify it as quickly as possible.