Chinese students at Hogwarts.

What is Daomen’s daily flying mount?

The answer is simple. The one that appears most frequently in common people's legends is what they use, because common people are not blind, they have eyes.

According to statistics, more than 8% of Taoist practitioners choose to ride the clouds, and Caiyun 1988 has become the best-selling means of transportation in history.

Among the rest, there are also many people riding cranes. For people in the Taoist sect, a mount with intelligence is the best. Otherwise, you have to complete U-turns and other operations by yourself, which undoubtedly lowers your own style.

The disadvantage is that the maintenance cost is high, and it will not leave without three or five packs of spirit animal materials when going out, and it is not good for the mount to be too smart.

You are not allowed to fart, eat or drink while riding, and you are not allowed to go too far or to places that are too cold. These are also important factors why fewer and fewer people choose to ride cranes.

Especially with the development of China, in the future many cranes will find that as long as they wear anklets on their feet, they can basically walk sideways on this land of China, and they can eat and drink for free wherever they go.

Isn't this much better than being a mount for others?

Of course this is a story for later.

The rest are the curiosity-seeking types. Generally speaking, they are Taoist people who do not take the usual path, have clear ideas, and pursue individuality.

It is said that there is also a powerful person nicknamed "Missile True Lord". I don't know what he thinks, but he insists on making his mount look like a missile.

It is said that only a mount with this appearance can be called powerful, and it is full of intimidation at first sight.

Not long after the flight, the missile was shot down by ground air defense troops, giving the soldiers a collective second-class merit.

Thanks to his strong strength and quick reactions, he barely escaped with his life. However, he suffered from sequelae and shivered when he saw flying objects with flaming tails, including the Flying Monkey and Erkik.

After briefly introducing Malfoy to Dongfang's mount, Zhang Xiao did not expect that Malfoy would dare to mock him:

"So even though you have a lot of wealth, fame, and status, you have never enjoyed the joy of Quidditch?"

Zhang Xiao suddenly became anxious and muttered something like a fly in the ointment.

Malfoy finally found something to show off in front of Zhang Xiao, and he began to talk loudly among the young wizards, talking about his Quidditch experience.

Especially the story about choosing brooms from the "broomroom with 36 broomsticks" and the helicopter that escaped the Muggles. Don't ask why the number of brooms in the broomroom keeps increasing. Ask if you have money and willfully buy them. .

The young wizards from other colleges were no less generous. From Seamus Finnigan's tone, it seemed that he spent most of his childhood flying around on a broomstick in the wilderness.

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

In short, they were all complaining about the rule that freshmen could not participate in college Quidditch, as if they could become the main force of the school team as long as they participated.

The little wizards who had never been exposed to Quidditch eagerly listened to every word they said.

Eager to gain some useful knowledge from it, Hermione even memorized the entire "Quidditch Origins" book about flying.

Although Zhang Xiao was ridiculed by Malfoy for Quidditch, to be honest he was also quite interested in flying. After all, flying in the sky is the deepest wish of every human being, otherwise he would not regard flying as a god. One of the most basic abilities.

Amidst the mixed emotions of anticipation and apprehension of the first grade wizard, the first flying lesson finally arrived.

Zhang Xiao followed the little wizards through the gate and outside the school.

Today's weather is a rare good day, with warm sunshine and gentle breeze. When Zhang Xiao quickly walked down the sloping grass and walked to a flat lawn opposite the field, the grass was slightly wavy.

Zhang Xiao squinted slightly and enjoyed this moment of comfort. It felt like an outing. There were about twenty broomsticks neatly arranged on the lawn.

They are different from the brooms displayed in the windows of Diagon Alley. The paint on their handles has peeled off, revealing the gray old wood color.

The branches were stretched out in a mess, more like the broken broom in Filch's hand that could never clean the ground.

Mrs. Huo Qi, the flying course professor, was standing between two rows of brooms with her arms folded. Her short gray hair and yellow eyes looked like a majestic eagle.

"Okay, what are you waiting for? Stand next to the broom, quickly! Quick! Quick!" Mrs. Hoqi's opening remarks were brief but full of power. She only used one sentence to make the little wizards fly away from each other. They were separated from the expectations and replaced by awe of classroom discipline.

"As the most dangerous course in school, I warn you, anyone! Attention! It's anyone!

If he dares to violate discipline, I guarantee that he will say goodbye to Quidditch in his future life at Hogwarts! "

The little wizards looked at her fearfully, fearing that they would miss every word she said.

Mrs. Huo Qi was very satisfied with the state of the little wizards: "Now reach out your hands and shout at your broomsticks! Full of emotions! Don't treat them as dead objects!"

Zhang Xiao calmed down and focused all his attention on the broom. This was a little trick he had figured out by himself. It was very effective when casting spells. It was the same at this moment. The broom jumped into his hand obediently.

Not many people can do this. Only two or three of the twenty or so little wizards present can summon the broom immediately.

Next to him, Neville was sweating profusely. He looked at the broom lying on the ground, his tone already filled with pleading:

"Get up, please, get up!"

But the broom didn't move at all, and Neville secretly looked at Mrs. Hooch in despair. He really didn't want to be scolded by the professor or laughed at by his classmates.

"Please, get up." Neville's voice gradually took on a hint of crying.

Neville couldn't understand why, why he tried so hard to keep up with everyone, but failed every time. Last time, Snape even mocked him and said that his head was a good container because it was empty. Nothing.

"Neville, don't be anxious, take a deep breath." A reassuring voice suddenly came from beside him.

Neville knew that he, the recently famous genius and the man of Slytherin, was different from him. Every professor liked him very much and did not hesitate to praise him with all kinds of beautiful words.

Even Professor Snape, whom he fears the most, will praise him for his outstanding operations in class. He is Zhang, a real genius from China.

Neville envied him and longed for the day when he would shine brightly.

But Neville was never jealous. He knew that many people were jealous of Zhang, including senior students, who felt that his reputation was in vain. If there was a real fight, it would only take a little magic spell to knock this genius to the ground.

But Neville couldn't understand why he was jealous of people who were better than him.

He knew that Zhang was a very good person and helped him find Laifu on the first day of school. Until now, Zhang was one of the only people who never laughed at him, even though he was a Slytherin.

But so what? Neville muttered in his heart, how can there be any use of the academy to determine whether a person is good or bad? Shouldn't true kindness look at the heart?

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