Alan was very calm about the fact that he was not so good at broomsticks, after all, he was not a genius in decathlon, and he was already very surprised by his talent for magic, and he had thought about what he would do if he was not good at magic like Neville. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

However, he was relieved that after being corrected for the wrong technique, his performance on the simple test ride was not so bad.

Alan operated his broomstick as Madame Hodge had ordered, barely a meter above the ground, and then fell vertically from above at her command—he thought it was better to listen to the experts for abilities he couldn't master.

Lady Hodge spent a lot of time correcting their movements, causing many young wizards to start whispering after being corrected.

However, the correction does not mean that they will be able to fly - this is just the beginning.

They were taken to a place with all kinds of auras.

"This is a specially set up place to practice flying, and your task is to control the broom to cross the most rings, and after each ring I pass, I will record one, and the original ring will disappear. You will find that some rings must pass through the previous ring before they can open up to the distance you have crossed.

One student from each house below, each using a flight lane, comes down after fifteen minutes, records the number of rings, and changes to the next one, and finally the college with the most average rings can get 20 points. Now, each academy will be out in the order in which the queue stands!"

Soon, the first person in the queue was ready, and the four little wizards stood in front of the take-off line waiting for Madame Hooch's orders.

"Listen to my whistle, prepare, three, two, one, toot-!"

With the whistle of Lady Hodge, the four young wizards rose from the ground and rushed towards the ring.

The first few rings were so big that they could be passed almost with their eyes closed, and the four little wizards easily completed the challenges of the first few rings.

However, the further back you go, the more tricky the position of the magic ring becomes, which causes the failed wizard to have to turn back and spend a lot of time re-crossing - because the ring is already the type that can only be opened when the previous ring is crossed.

Fifteen minutes passed quickly, and when Mrs. Hooch blew the stop whistle, they had to look at the rest of the ring with regret and stop the broomstick.

During the time he waited, Alan was not idle, he had been riding the broomstick at a low altitude, trying to find the sense of balance that could fully control the broomstick - it was not easy, after all, in terms of freedom, the broom was much higher than the motorcycle and the bicycle, but Alan managed to complete the job when half of the people had tested it.

At this time, Mrs. Hodge announced that the morning class was over, but they did not need to disband, and lunch had been prepared next to the training ground, after which they could have an hour of communication, and then proceed to the afternoon class.

The dining area was a large lawn covered with more than a dozen damp-proof cloths and a large bamboo basket with their lunch, a variety of sandwiches.

However, the anxious little wizards no longer bothered to evaluate the taste of these meals - this was the first time that each person's efforts were relied on to add points to the academy, unlike the usual efforts of the top students to add points, at this moment each of them had the obligation to do their part for the score of their own academy.

So, before Mrs. Hodge announced the start of the discussion, they had already begun to discuss how to better control the broomstick through those rings, and Alan also proposed his own plan, but before he could say it, he was rejected - in their words, Alan, it's not your fault that you're not familiar with broomsticks, you've usually behaved well enough, now take advantage of this kung fu you can go and practice, lest you can't even control the broomstick later.

Well, it was boring to ask Mrs. Hooch to practice for a while.

The request was passed without incident, and apparently Mrs. Hodge remembered the student who did not do very well.

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The afternoon game continues.

At this time, the faces of the young wizards of the other houses, except for Slytherin, had long lost their joy.

Although Slytherin has the smallest number of people, it can't stand the fact that everyone is a magical family!

In this kind of average-calculating competition, Slytherin had the fewest scorers - almost every one of them had been exposed to broomsticks before, and naturally performed much better than Muggle-born wizards.

By the time Alan came out, there was only one student left in Slytherin, but at the moment their average score was far higher than that of the other houses - which meant that the twenty points were almost firmly in their hands.

There was a wail from Hufflepuff as he waited for Allen to play—although Allen's usual performance was well known to the first-year students, Allen's performance in the morning clearly showed that he was the one who was seriously delayed in flying lessons.

When Alan came on the field, this inference was instantly confirmed - he didn't even find the direction!

Just as everyone else was starting to cross the tenth ring, he turned to the first ring as if he had just found his sense of direction - which made all the Hufflepuffs cover their faces - what a joke, don't be so miserable even if you don't perform well, I'm sorry for the strength of the entire house you usually carry!

The rest of the houses were laughing, the other two were better, and Slytherin was laughing - what the hell, it was the last power.

Soon, however, they couldn't laugh anymore.

Because Eren is so fast at crossing the ring, to be precise, he barely needs to slow down when he crosses the ring!

Under everyone's exclamations, Alan quickly surpassed the progress of the three and started his own performance.

It was as if he had memorized the tricky lines—to be exact, Alan did—and he didn't even need to think about it when he crossed the ring, and although his broomstick wasn't much faster than the others, it seemed to come alive under his control, nimbly facing every turn.

Eventually, in the fourteenth minute, Allen returned to the take-off point, not because he was stunned with the broomstick, but because there was no ring for him to wear anymore.

"Bang bang!" Along with the applause, Lady Hooch's original serious face had turned into a surprise face: "Amazing, perfect performance, this is the fourth student I've seen in my decades of teaching at Hogwarts who can complete the entire ring crossing in the first class, Hufflepuff plus ten!"

Lady Hodge was joined by the Slytherin crowd - with Allen's regular superperformance, Hufflepuff outscored them in average points.

So, in the next group, the last student in Slytherin started the game with a crazy increase in speed - which allowed the broomstick to be significantly faster when descending. Obviously, he is also ready to take on the challenge of accomplishing this task one at a time.

However, just as the fifteenth ring of the shuttle was about to pass the shuttle, he did not control his speed - fortunately, Mrs. Hodge's spell arrived, and he only broke one arm.

They were ordered not to fly, and Mrs. Hodge went to the school hospital with her injured child.

"Foolish fool!" said from Gryffindor—they and Slytherin were rivals.

"What are you talking about! Apologize to Nick for that!" Slytherin was never afraid to fight Gryffindor, and a group of young wizards stood up.

Naturally, the Gryffindors did not show weakness and stood up one after another.

A spell slammed down on Gryffindor from the Slytherins, and Allen, fearing what it was, used the spell to knock it away.

However, his friendship attack was a public outrage - Nick's popularity was good, or to imitate his injury, and they were already a bit confused by Gryffindor's provocation.

So, one spell after another attacked Allen.

Then, there is no then.

Even with a family heirloom spell, a first-year wizard is still a first-year wizard.

With the power of five heroes, Eren is far above them in terms of magic.

He didn't even have the mana shield he had obtained from Mother Wheels - in order to prevent Professor Sigma's perverted test, he had taught himself many famous defensive magic - an iron charm was enough to block those low-magic attacks.

So, in the eyes of the other young wizards, Alan dodged most of the attacks with an iron armor charm, resisted the rest of the attacks, and then repeated his spells in Slytherin.

"Faint!"

"There are many obstacles!"

"All petrochemicals!"

。。。。。。

Alan looked at the Slytherins who had arrived in the same place, put away his wand, clapped his hands, and finished the work.

Alan is a reasonable man, and he did it to get Slytherin to reason with him.

So, to be reasonable, he didn't do anything, so why did he do it to him!

"Ding! Get the first victory!"

Is this the system?

So, under the gaze of a group of young wizards, Alan began to look at the system in a daze, but this daze was quite a master's lonely demeanor against the backdrop of Slater, who fell on the ground.

Under the interface of the system, a new line of small text appeared, with a small gold coin drawn on it - the balance on it was 15.

According to the urine of the system, Alan quickly thought of what this was - the first victory coin, just like a recharge, was deducted a 0 by the black-hearted system.

So, the system, did the wizard dig your ancestral grave in his last life?

By the way, what did I just say? I like to be reasonable?

What are you kidding, try not to BB if you can do it.

PS: So, what are you anxious about, there will be bread, there will be milk.