"Professor Sprout is really cool." Walking out of the greenhouse, Terry said to William with an expression of unfinished business.

In the herbology just now, the boy also bravely put his hand into the devil's net, although he was not as calm as William, but he also successfully released a fluorescent spell and broke free from the devil's net.

This caused Professor Sprout to add a point to Ravenclaw, and the boy was thrilled, after all, this was the first time he had given Ravenclaw.

On the way to the flying lesson, the topic of discussion among the young wizards quickly shifted from Professor Sprout's herbalism just now to the flying lesson.

The young wizards chattered about Quidditch, and even the Muggle-born Earl and the always timid Ike were aroused by the yearning for flying lessons.

"I heard that yesterday's Gryffindor and Slytherin flight lessons almost went haywire.

A little boy named Nawhine in Gryffindor almost broke his neck. ”

Terry chatted excitedly about the rumors he had heard, successfully scaring Ike, and the boy shrank back, the enthusiasm he had just mentioned faded a lot.

"I've heard that Harry had a really good low-altitude flight, and then he was taken away by Professor McGonagall, and I heard that he was going to play Quidditch."

It was a sunny, windy afternoon, and the warm breeze gently blew on the faces of the little wizards.

Blowing the grass under your feet into waves that shake,

Eventually, the breeze swept into the forest in the distance, and the swarthy trees swayed slightly in the wind.

The venue for the flying class was located on the grass in front of the castle gate, and the little wizards chatted all the way, and soon came here.

There were dozens of broomsticks as far as the eye could see, and next to the broomsticks stood a middle-aged witch with short gray hair and eyes as yellow as an eagle.

"I'm the professor of flying lessons, you can call me Mrs. Hodge." The middle-aged witch briefly introduced herself to the young wizards.

"What are you waiting for, hurry up, now everyone is standing next to a broomstick. Hurry! ”

It can be seen that Mrs. Huo Qi is a somewhat resolute person.

"Now, look at your brooms." When all the little wizards had stood up, Lady Hooch continued,

"Stretch out your right hand, put it on top of the broomstick, and say, 'Get up.'"

"Get up!" William held out his hand, and the broom jumped into his hand very quickly.

For William, the use of broomsticks was not an unfamiliar trick.

William, who dismantles brooms all year round, can even tell at a glance that the broom in his hand should be the best state of the pile.

However, other little wizards did not have such strength, and after a cursory observation, William made a cursory observation, and there were very few who could evoke a broom for the first time.

His roommate, Terry, actually managed to make the broom jump into his hand, it seems that the bulls he brags about on weekdays, excluding 90% of the exaggerated ones, should be some of the rest of the truth.

"Be harsh, in a commanding tone." Mrs. Hooch taught on the sidelines,

"Look at me, get up!" The broom immediately jumped obediently into Mrs. Hodge's hand.

Finally, everyone grabbed the broomsticks in their hands. Lady Hooch then showed the young wizards how to mount a broomstick so that they wouldn't slide down.

Then, one by one, she corrected the strange postures of the little wizards. William and Terry should be the only two minor wizards who have not been criticized.

"Good, Ravenclaw plus two points!" Mrs. Huo Qi looked at the impeccable grip of the two people with satisfaction, and said,

"Then listen to my whistle, and as soon as I whistle, you kick off the ground with your feet, remember, kick hard!" Mrs. Hooch pulled out the whistle on her chest,

"Also, don't fly too high. Don't shake your hands violently, hold your broom steady, you just need to rise a few feet, then lean forward slightly, don't lean too much, and then fall vertically back to the ground, you understand! ”

"Understood, Mrs. Hooch!" The little wizards replied one after another.

"So what are you waiting for, let's get started! Listen to my whistle, three~two~one, toot~"

With a whistle, William kicked the ground and slowly flew up on his broomstick.

A strange feeling pervaded William's body, and although it was not his first flight, the feeling of being able to soar freely through the air fascinated him.

The boy slowly stopped his broom and glanced at the young wizards below, who seemed to be normal compared to William.

Earl and Ike, two brothers and sisters, supported each other underneath and struggled to control the broomstick. William could barely tell who was trembling more between them and the broom under his crotch.

However, William looked at Terry in front of him, who was at the same height as himself, and the boy was equally proficient in controlling the broomstick, and it could be seen that he was also a frequent flyer.

"Do you want to compare, William? Compare who got there first. The boy pointed to the woods in the distance.

"Okay, but wait a minute, Madame Hodge has already called us down again."

Only then did Terry notice that there were only the two of them left in the air, and that Mrs. Hooch below was whistling for the two of them to hurry down.

William and Terry then controlled the broomstick to land on the lawn of the flying lesson.

Lady Hodge then told the young wizards about a lot of tedious flying essentials.

Earl and Ike listened attentively, the bad performance just now had made the two of them realize that flying was not as simple as they imagined.

Finally, after listening to a lot of boring Quidditch history, Lady Hooch finally allowed the young wizards to roam freely.

"Come on, William, let's compare." Terry stepped on his broomstick and shouted at William.

Since you're looking for abuse, come on. William stepped onto his broomstick and flew towards it.

William soon felt that he was wrong, though.

Merlin is on top, how can he fly so fast! The boy looked at Terry, who was pulling himself farther and farther away, and thought in despair.