Winter turned to spring, the earth came back to life, and the snow and ice in the castle of Hogwarts melted rapidly in a matter of days, and the days of the cold wind and fury seemed like before the blink of an eye.

In the early spring, people are not frozen water, and some students have already put on small velvet coats in the mage robes, and some students are still wrapped in heavy cotton clothes.

Listening to Dumbledore's words, the Gryffindor classmates placed their old flying brooms across the ground in front of their feet, about a palm's distance from their toes.

"Children, stretch out your palms, close your eyes and feel the presence of magical energy on the broom, when you feel the magical energy on the broom, your first step is completed."

Deng Liduo stretched out his right hand as he spoke, and the old broom at the tip of Deng Liduo's toe seemed to be pulled by an invisible rope, leaving the ground, bringing up a drop of water after the snow had melted.

Under the attention of all the Gryffindor freshmen, he slowly rose to Dumbledore's knees, slowly rose to Dumbledore's waist, and flew into Dumbledore's hands, Dumbledore curled his five fingers and grasped the old broom tightly in his hand.

"It's amazing!"

"Can I do it today!"

In the backyard of the castle, Gryffindor freshmen were full of excited voices.

They can't help but be excited, because maybe the next moment it will be their turn, it will be their turn to control the magic, and maybe the next moment the magical energy will blossom in the palm of their hand.

They were both new to magic, learning it for the first time, and they were thrilled to think that they could also pull the broom in a form of gravity in the air.

In fact, the only people who can make the broom react today may be extremely concentrated and those with high magical talents, and magic cultivation is not completed overnight. They want to pull up the flying broom, and it may take a few days for a student who is not so persistent, a student who is not so talented in magic, to pull up a broom.

"Missy, do you feel anything?"

Gwen closed her eyes and stretched out her palm, she felt the magical energy of the broom as Dumbledore said, and silently recited the magic spell as Dumbledore said, but after three or four minutes, she still didn't feel anything abnormal.

"I don't have either!"

Missy's personality is destined to be difficult to calm down, and Missy, who may be even more talented in magic than Gwen, will be left behind by the serious and stubborn Gwen in a few years.

"Students, it's not easy to control the broom in front of you, as long as you can feel the magical energy of the broom today, even if you pass the level, only your students who work very hard can move the broom slightly."

Listening to Dumbledore's words, Gwen stretched out her palm again, closed her eyes, she searched for the magical energy on the broom, she felt the magic aura precipitated in this world with her heart.

Magic can only be understood but not spoken, and Hotswag is only their guide, leading them to find magic, teaching them to master magic, but the real control of magic depends on their own understanding.

Although Dumbledore stands at the top of the pyramid in the field of magic, magic is different from kung fu, kung fu can transmit power, but Dumbledore has never heard that magic can transmit magic, so Dumbledore can only rely on words to guide them to slowly discover magic and control magic.

Sure enough, at this moment, Missy felt the difference in this world, she felt the presence of a magic broom in front of her toes, and felt an invisible traction between the broom and her palm.

This feeling is amazing, it is an experience that Gwen has never experienced before, and it is also at this moment that she understands that maybe it will not be long before she can ride a broom and fly freely in the sky like a senior or a senior sister.

It's just that when she tried to pull the broom into the palm of her hand, Gwen found that the traction line was too fragile, and it broke when she pulled it, and she could only continue to concentrate on the broom.

"Gwen, look, there's a classmate who made the broom move!"

Obviously, the classmate who made the broom move slightly in Missy's mouth was Wanda who came to this school with determination.

Because Wanda's magical talent is extremely high, and Wanda's determination is also great, she can only use half of the time of the rest of her classmates to complete it after dozens of minutes.

Wanda also felt magical, before this Wanda was just an ordinary girl, she was not outstanding in work and study, but she didn't expect that here she found what she was best at, that is, to become a magician.

"Broom...... Moved ......"

Wanda felt the energy of the magic broom, she pulled the broom, so that the broom moved slightly in front of her toes, although each movement was only a few centimeters, she was undoubtedly the first student in the group to successfully make the broom move.

"It's so hard!"

Some students felt the energy of the broom, some moved the broom slightly, and some students did not make any progress in the nearly hour.

Apparently at this moment they also knew that learning magic was not easy, riding a flying broom was their first lesson, and picking up a broom was the first initial lesson, and the fastest progress among them could only pull the broom a few centimeters high.

"You don't have to be discouraged, because the senior students are not much better than you in the first class, but after a year, they can all fly on broom handles proficiently."

Indeed, after a year of flight training, they practiced day after day, and by the time they were in the second grade, they were already able to soar in the sky with firebow arrows.

It's just that being able to drive doesn't prove that they can master the car skill, and the course of flying is destined to be studied for years, decades.

"Look, everyone!"

Just after Dumbledore finished speaking, a group of senior students happened to pass by on the broom to practice flying, and seeing that these senior students could ride on the broom steadily, the Gryffindor classmates once again ignited their confidence.

Dumbledore would not punish these classmates for some trivial problems, and these classmates also knew that they could not disobey what Dumbledore said, but they could be a little skinned in front of Dumbledore.

For example, some senior students, seeing the envious eyes of these juniors and juniors, especially the beautiful girls in this class, are still not a few.

So they began to play acrobatics on the broom, and some students even stood up slowly directly on the broom, stretching out their arms to embrace the blowing wind.

"You guys! Give me a broom ride around this tower ten times in a normal position! ”

Mrs. Hodge pushed open the large European-style floor-to-ceiling windows of the school building, poked her head out and stared at the senior students who did not obey the traffic rules of the wizarding world with a stern gaze.

Seeing this scene, the envious, jealous and hateful freshmen covered their mouths and snickered, thinking that they had brought it on themselves.