I really didn't want to practice immortality at Hogwarts

Zhang Chun saw that some of the first-year students had learned to ride brooms, so Mrs. Huo Qi stopped their flying lessons and asked them to rest on the spot for 15 minutes.

Then she walked towards Zhang Chun with a dissatisfied look on her face.

Zhang Chun quickly stood up.

"I know you are from outside and have never been exposed to our broomsticks." Mrs. Huo Qi stood opposite him and said rudely, "But you have to learn to fly with a broom here! Otherwise, don't think about your speed. More than the horse-drawn carriage, the broomstick is the most perfect instrument of flight in the known world.”

"But..." Zhang Chungang wanted to speak.

"No," Mrs. Hooch interrupted him rudely, "When I heard Miss Hermione Granger say that the transfer student from the East couldn't fly, I knew that this poor student from the wild The guy doesn't know how to use the great invention of our wizarding world - the flying broomstick! What can I say?"

"But..." Zhang Chun wanted to speak again.

"Don't but..." Mrs. Huo Qi interrupted him again, "Now that you are here, you must give up your original vulgar foreign habits, integrate into the light of more civilized and advanced magic as soon as possible, and give up your …”

Mrs. Huo Qi unceremoniously snatched the sword-shaped wand from Zhang Chun's hand, then threw it ten feet away with a wave of her hand. The wooden sword was stuck in the grass, "...a ridiculous little oriental trick."

Zhang Chun was a little unhappy.

Originally he didn't care what the teacher said to Zhang Chun, but after hearing this, the teacher was very prejudiced against the non-Western supernatural world.He looked down upon Zhang Chun from the East and his "little tricks", but he also believed from the bottom of his heart that everything he did was the best.

When it comes to the West in the supernatural world, they are also subject to unfounded discrimination.

Hey, my little grump.

Mrs. Huo Qi spoke for a long time before stopping her scolding.Finally she said, "Go back and get your broomstick! Take state-of-the-art flying lessons! Hurry!"

Zhang Chun raised his head and stared at her, "What if I can use my 'little trick' to fly?"

"Sorry, what did you just say..."

"I said, if I can fly with the little trick you said, can you take back your prejudice against the East?" Zhang Chun said slowly, with a serious smile on his lips.

"...If you feel unwell, I apologize." Mrs. Ho Qi said, "But that's the fact."

"Practice is the only criterion for testing truth," Zhang Chun said, stretching out his right hand and secretly pouring Qi into his palm.

At the same time, the sword-shaped wand inserted in the grass in the distance had sensed the owner's greeting, buzzed and trembled a few times, jumped out of the grass, and flew back to Zhang Chun's hand like lightning.

"..."

Mrs. Hooch had a solemn look on her face, but her strong self-esteem still forced her to continue, "I know you have been in the limelight during the week you came to Hogwarts, but if you insist on making a futile attempt, then Please do as you please."

"What if I succeed by luck?" Zhang Chun continued to ask.

"I heard that Professor Snape gave you 381 points, which is ridiculous, but if you can fly with this thing of yours, I will give you 50 points." Mrs. Hooch said fiercely.

"If I fly above everyone else..."

"You don't have to surpass everyone. You just need to fly faster than the average students of the same grade, and I will add more points."

"A word is settled!"

Zhang Chun turned around and raised the sword-shaped wand in front of him. He closed his eyes and silently felt the lightning-struck peach wood sword in his hand. He also thought about the sword-controlling techniques in "Shushan Swordsmanship" imprinted in his mind. He figured out the key and immediately The spiritual platform was clear and bright.

"Get up!" Zhang Chun shouted.

The lightning-strike flat mahogany sword in his hand flipped upside down and made two hollow somersaults, and then floated in the air less than a foot away from the lawn. The tip of the sword pointed outward and the hilt pointed towards the person, motionless.

Then, Zhang Chun followed the teaching of "controlling objects with heavy weight" in the art of sword control, and stood on the wooden sword with a slight vertical movement.

what……

Mrs. Huo Qi gasped when she saw him standing on the wooden sword suspended in the air.

(The negative emotion value from Mrs. Huo Qi is +244.)

Zhang Chun stood on the wooden sword with both feet. The wooden sword only shook slightly and then remained calm.He saw that there was nothing unusual about the wooden sword, and then he followed the principles of the Sword Control Technique, condensed his true energy on his head and legs, and set the center of his mind in the void three inches in front of his forehead.

"Row!"

Following Zhang Chun's order, the mahogany sword under his feet began to change from static to sliding in the air. After a while, the wooden sword, which was suspended only about a foot in the air, slowly raised its head, like a plane taking off against the wind. It began to climb in the air, getting faster and faster.

"Merlin's beard!" Mrs. Ho Qi's voice was extremely shocked.

(The negative emotion value from Mrs. Huo Qi is +324.)

After the wooden sword took off, Zhang Chun always poured his true energy into his feet - this is the method used to fix himself on the wooden sword, and then poured his mind into the three inches in front of his face - this is the true power of the sword. The key is that the man and the sword become one, control the sword with your mind, and guide the sword with your mind.

Zhang Chun seemed to have created a thought ball out of thin air three inches in front of his face. It was this ball that guided everything in Yujian's flight.

Sword wielders quickly mastered the art of wielding a sword.

Gently pushing the "thought ball" in the air will speed up the sword, and pulling the ball back will slow down the sword.Correspondingly, if you push the thought ball to the left, the sword under your feet will turn to the left, and the opposite will happen to the right.

Zhang Chun even started to spin the thought ball to the left. He and the sword at his feet also performed a beautiful leftward hover in the air.

It is as convenient as the direction ball of the super carrier vehicle when watching "The Wandering Earth" in the previous life.

"Certainly!"

Zhang Chun circled twice in the air, suspended in the air, and looked at Mrs. Huo Qi on the lawn at his feet.

(The negative emotion value from Mrs. Huo Qi is +499.)

Mrs. Huo Qi's face turned pale.

The broomstick was invented by Western wizards in the Middle Ages, but until the wizard Elio Smeth invented the shock-absorbing spell in 1820, riding a broomstick was not a good experience, and now mass-produced broomsticks are It was after the founding of the Sweeping Broom Company in 1926.

But the wizard from the East in front of me could actually lift an inconspicuous wooden sword-like object into the air and stand firmly in the air without falling. This is simply unbelievable!

You must know that even the best Quidditch players can only firmly step on the pedals of the broomstick and sit firmly on the cushion!At most, they can briefly control the broom without using their hands.

Not like Zhang Chun, who is currently suspended in the air, with his head held high, hands behind his back, his robe flowing elegantly and calmly...

"Madam, does this count as flying? Can I get extra points?" Zhang Chun looked at Mrs. Huo Qi with a smile.

"Give...gave Gryffindor 50 points!" Mrs. Hooch said with trembling lips.

Zhang Chun smiled and said, "I remember you said that if I can do better, you can get extra points!"

"...Yes. But you have flown very well just now." Mrs. Huo Qi said.

Here, Zhang Chun Feitian has already attracted the attention of the first-year students. The curious students dragged their brooms and rushed to Mrs. Huo Qi's side, looking up at Zhang Chun in the sky.

"It was nothing just now, now I want to try its real speed!" Zhang Chun smiled and focused on the "thought ball" three inches in front of his face.

"Sick!" Zhang Chun shouted softly.

Boom! !

With a thunderous explosion, Zhang Chun, who was flying with his sword, flew into the distance like a sharp arrow from the string!