This Hogwarts wizard is just too steady.

He knew how to make a broom fly. All he had to do was say "up" to the broom.

"Up!" Bai Hang muttered.

The broom on the lawn remained motionless.

"Up~! Up~!" Students from the Lion Academy and Eagle Academy began to call for their brooms.

Although Charlie didn't listen, he was still good at copying what others said. Since everyone said up, he could just follow suit.

"Up~!" Charlie opened his palms and chanted.

The broom seemed to sense her call and immediately flew into his hand.

Charlie looked around and saw that he was the first person to let the broom fly to his hand.

"Hey! Old Bai, look, it's flying." Charlie couldn't help but show off to Bai Hang.

"Yes, yes, I saw it." Bai Hang said.

Bai Hang was not surprised at all when Charlie was able to fly on a broomstick for the first time.

Generally speaking, you should have some emotion when calling for the broom, and you should not have too much resistance to flying. The stronger your emotion, the more likely the broom will fly.

This emotion is best expressed as a desire to fly.

If you are afraid of flying, then this strong emotion will also make the broom fly, but most likely it will not fly to your hand, but will hit you in the face with a stick, refusing to allow you, a timid guy, to ride on it. .

Bai Hang lived an ordinary life for six years. The feelings in his heart were very weak. At the same time, he had no interest in flying broomsticks. He could fly just like Apparition, and it was much faster than a broomstick.

The only fun of flying broomsticks is Quidditch, but Bai Hang has no interest in this sport.

The two combined created the situation at hand.

Bai Hang did not recite the second spell because he knew that his mood would not change and he would never be able to make the broom fly.

Even so, he has not given up. In addition to saying "up", he has many ways to make the broom fly.

Bai Hang took out the wand from the ring, held it and hid it in his sleeve. At the same time, the silver star of the space system lit up under his feet.

The seven stars connected quickly, and the power of the space system flowed in the palm of the hand——

"Thought control, false grasp!"

As Bai Hang chanted the incantation, the broom landed smoothly in his palm, and the seven stars were extinguished.

Mrs. Huo Qi, who was in charge of teaching, changed her expression.

She had never seen this magic before.

Bai Hang knows many magic spells, which is an open secret among teachers, and this child can use apparation in the school. It is suspected that the principal has given him permission.

But now it’s flying lessons.

Students need to rely on their own abilities to make the broom fly instead of using magic spells.

"You cheated, Ronald." Mrs. Hooch said, "Even if you can grab the broom, you can't fly if you don't get its approval."

Bai Hang wants to say that he can fly. Mind-controlled virtual grasp is a magic with a wide range of applications. Virtual grasp can grasp objects and move them very fast. It is different from the "floating spell" that can only make objects levitate. The false arrest is more violent.

Mrs. Huo Qi doesn't know the principle of mind control, so explanations and the like are redundant.

Bai Hang rode on the broom, and the seven stars connected again.

Words always seem pale, only actions can explain everything.

In the shocked eyes of everyone, Bai Hang took off on his broom, then accelerated and hovered in the sky.

Flying feels good, at least for the first time.

Bai Hang was hooked on this feeling as soon as he took off. He clamped the broom with his knees, and the silver space system stars emitted a dazzling light.

The broom sent a sonic boom in the sky, picking up grass clippings from the ground.

Mrs. Huo Qi ordered him to come down from the ground. For the first flying lesson, they only needed to be able to float on a broom. Speeding up was a very dangerous behavior.

Bai Hang heard Mrs. Huo Qi's words, but it was too late. He accelerated very quickly and was off the lawn where the flying lesson was held in the blink of an eye.

Bai Hang kept flying, from the north to the south of Hogwarts, over the Forbidden Forest, to the Quad, to Ravenclaw Tower...

He almost walked through all of Hogwarts.

Mag, who was teaching the third grade in the Transfiguration classroom, used her peripheral vision to catch the flying shadow outside the window. She quickly leaned out of the window and saw Bai Hang riding on the broom.

Bai Hang also saw Mag, and he thought to himself that it was over.

The moment their eyes met, Bai Hang seemed to have seen this year's Gryffindor Quidditch Cup in Professor McGonagall's eyes.

Professor McGonagall is an avid fan of Quidditch. Hogwarts stipulates that first-year freshmen cannot participate in Quidditch games. However, in the original book, McGonagall once set the pace for first-year Harry. If she also wants to give It would be troublesome to open this kind of priority by yourself.

Bai Hang didn't want to play Quidditch. He was a pure wizard who used magic spells, not someone like Gandalf who could kill monsters with a sword. Moreover, he was only six years old, and the Bludgers could easily knock him away.

"Bai Hang! Stop!" Mag shouted from the window.

Bai Hang obediently stopped and returned to the window of the Transfiguration class. Before McGonagall could speak, he took the first step and said: "Professor McGonagall, you may not believe it, but in fact I can't ride a broom at all. I can't even let the broom go." I can’t even fly.”

Professor McGonagall pushed up her glasses: "Why are you nervous? Bai Hang, I didn't say what I was going to do to you."

"I don't want to play Quidditch, Professor."

"Oh! Mr. Ronald, you obviously misunderstood something. I will not let you play Quidditch."

"Then what do you want to do?" Bai Hang asked.

McGonagall smiled and said, "I just want to recommend you to try out for the team."

"Goodbye, Professor McGonagall, I suddenly remembered that something was left with the principal." Bai Hang used his mind control to speed up and quickly left the Transfiguration classroom.

Mag looked at Bai Hang, who was riding smoothly on the broom, and couldn't stop the smile on his face.

"Ride fast and steady. It would be a shame not to join the Quidditch team."

"Professor McGonagall, you just said you wanted to demonstrate how to turn feathers into rabbits." A third grader sitting in the front row reminded.

"Oh, yes." Mag came back to his senses: "Sorry, students, let's continue the class."

...

That night.

Bai Hang practiced mind control in the study room for a while. He had to admit that he felt a little addicted to flying. He wanted to fly faster, so he had to be proficient in mind control.

The feeling of flying is completely different from apparating.

His heartbeat would speed up, his body would tense and relax at the same time. Every time he accelerated on the broom, he wanted to fly faster the next time he accelerated.

...

"Damn it! I got caught by Bai Hang again during the flying lesson today!" said Mobius, who was brushing his teeth.

Charlie said: "Indeed, but I have long been used to it. He pretends twice a day on average, once tangible and once invisible."

Charlie took the water and wiped his face and continued: "Okay, let's not talk about it for now. I haven't seen him since the flight lesson took off. Maybe that kid is still flying somewhere now. Mobius, I want to go to the Forbidden Forest. I’m looking for Hagrid, so there’s no need to hold the door open for me tonight.”