Hogwarts: The Savior's Strong Cousin

He took a deep breath, raised his wand, and silently chanted a spell. In an instant, he felt a powerful force lifting him up, and he was flying in the air, with the wind whistling in his ears.

However, just as he tried to change direction, a strong reaction force threw him out of the air. He lost his balance and fell heavily to the ground, feeling a sharp pain.

Harry struggled to get up, his body covered with scrapes and bruises. He gritted his teeth, and a spirit of not giving up ignited in his heart. He knew that learning these magics required great efforts and patience, and he was not afraid of failure.

"Are you okay, Harry?" A familiar voice came from not far away. Harry turned around and saw Luna Lovegood standing under a tree, looking at him with concern.

Harry smiled wryly and shook his head, "It's okay, it just wasn't going well."

Luna stepped closer and whispered, "You know, sometimes we need to slow down and find our own rhythm. Flying magic requires not only skill, but also peace of mind."

Harry looked at Luna gratefully, he knew she was right. Perhaps he needed to adjust his mentality and find inner peace in order to better master these magics.

"Thank you, Luna. I'll keep your advice in mind," said Harry, feeling a little relieved.

Luna smiled and nodded, "You're welcome, Harry. I'm sure you can do it."

In the following days, Harry followed Luna's advice and began to meditate before practicing to calm his mind. He found that this method was indeed effective, his magic control gradually improved, and his mastery of flying magic became more and more handy.

A month later, Harry finally decided to hold a formal flying show. He chose a sunny afternoon and invited Hermione, Ron and Luna to watch.

"Are you ready?" Hermione asked concernedly.

Harry took a deep breath and nodded, "I'm ready."

He raised his wand, silently chanted a spell, and instantly soared into the air. In the air, he quickly changed direction and speed like a nimble hawk, completing a series of complex movements. The audience held their breath and watched him intently.

Harry felt an unprecedented sense of freedom and joy, he knew that he had finally succeeded. He made an elegant turn in the air and slowly landed on the ground, welcomed by the warm applause of his friends.

"That's great, Harry!" said Ron excitedly.

Hermione smiled and nodded as well, "You did it, Harry. I'm proud of you."

Harry looked at them gratefully, his heart filled with a sense of accomplishment. He knew that there were still many challenges waiting for him in the future, but he was no longer afraid, because he knew that with the support of his friends, he could overcome all difficulties.

Night fell again, and Harry stood by the window of the tower, looking at the starry sky. He felt an unprecedented peace and satisfaction, and said to himself silently in his heart, "No matter how difficult the road ahead is, I will keep moving forward, because this is my choice, my path."

Harry Potter stood outside Hogwarts Castle, facing the morning sun and taking a deep breath. He was leaving school today and heading to a hidden valley where it was said that there was an ancient and powerful flying magic. He heard this news by chance from a mysterious librarian.

Harry decided to go alone because the journey was full of unknown dangers. He didn't want to worry his friends, nor did he want them to get involved in this adventure. He knew Hermione and Ron would definitely object, but this was a challenge he had to face.

"Goodbye, Hogwarts." Harry whispered, and turned to walk towards the gate. He felt a little reluctant, but more of expectation and determination. He wanted to prove himself and find the legendary flying magic.

Harry got on his broom and flew away. He knew this journey would not be easy, but he was ready. Flying over forests and rivers, through mountains and canyons, he finally came to the hidden valley.

The valley was surrounded by towering mountains, giving it a sense of isolation. Harry landed on an open meadow, looked around, and felt a sense of peace in his heart. He knew that this was his destination.

"I hope there really is the legendary flying magic here." Harry muttered to himself and began to look for clues everywhere.

Suddenly, a deep voice came from behind, "Who are you? Why are you here?"

Harry turned around and saw an old wizard in robes standing not far away. His eyes were sharp, as if he could see through everything.

"I'm Harry Potter," Harry answered firmly, "I heard that there is an ancient magic of flying hidden here, so I came here to look for it."

The old wizard nodded and said, "You know this kind of magic is very dangerous. It is not something that ordinary people can easily master."

"I know," Harry answered without hesitation, "but I'm willing to take the risk."

The old wizard was silent for a moment, then said, "Very good, follow me."

Harry followed the old wizard into a dense forest. After passing through the dense bushes, they came to an ancient ruin. In the middle of the ruins was a huge stone platform, which was engraved with complex runes and patterns.

"This is a flying magic circle left by an ancient wizard," the old wizard explained. "Only those with true courage and wisdom can unlock its secrets."

Harry walked onto the stone platform and carefully observed the runes and patterns. He felt a strong magical force flowing in the air, as if the entire stone platform was breathing.

"What should I do?" Harry asked, feeling both excited and nervous.

"You need to feel the power of these runes with your heart," the old wizard replied, "let your magic merge with them and find the true meaning of flying magic."

Harry closed his eyes, concentrated, and released his magic. He felt a warm force flowing through his body, resonating with those ancient runes. Gradually, he seemed to enter a mysterious world where there was only wind and sky.

Suddenly, he felt a strong impact, as if he was pushed into the air by an invisible force. He opened his eyes and found himself floating in the air, surrounded by light and energy.

"This is the power of flying magic!" Harry was so excited that he felt as if he had merged into the sky and become one with the wind.

"Very good, Harry Potter," the old wizard's voice came from below, "You have mastered the true meaning of flying magic. Now you can fly freely."

Harry slowly landed on the ground, his heart filled with joy and a sense of accomplishment. He knew that this journey not only taught him powerful magic, but also made him understand the meaning of persistence and courage.