Chapter 11: Spirit, Demacia!

"At breakfast, Neville received a memory ball from her grandmother, and Malfoy was going to grab it, and I wanted to beat him up. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info" Harry looked at his muscular body, secretly compared it with Malfoy, and said with great confidence.

"There's no more annoying guy than Malfoy, he would have come out of his way to make trouble, and if it weren't for Professor McGonagall's quick outing, Harry and I would have beaten Malfoy in the morning. Ron said as he waved the fork in his hand, and the pie on the fork was about to be shaken off by him.

"He always shows off the big bags of candy he receives, and if he eats so much candy, he will soon have a mouth full of rotten teeth. Hermione said viciously that Hermione's parents, who were dentists, had always strictly controlled her to eat candy, and that Malfoy's show-off made her very annoying.

Thinking of Malfoy's rotten teeth, combined with Malfoy's arrogant expression, everyone couldn't help but shudder, and was silent for a moment before bursting out laughing.

After criticizing their common enemies, Harry began to worry about the next flying lesson.

"It's unfortunate that in addition to the potion class, now even the flying class has to be taken with the Slytherin students. Am I going to ride a broomstick in front of Malfoy?" Harry said with some chagrin, now that his academic performance had overwhelmed Malfoy, he was confident that he could beat Malfoy in a heads-up fight, and Harry didn't want to lose to Malfoy in anything.

Hearing Harry suddenly mention flying lessons, Hermione's mood was also a little low, she was never afraid of learning and lessons, but when it came to sports, she also lost confidence. She began to whisper some of the flight instructions she had seen from a library book called Quidditch Origins, hoping that this would not make a fool of herself during the afternoon flight lesson.

Ron also comes from a wizarding family, and although he grew up riding his brothers' old broomsticks, he didn't have to worry about coping with first-year flying lessons.

"It's not hard to fly. Looking at Harry and Hermione's nervousness, George spoke slowly, using this sentence to attract Harry and Hermione's attention.

"Brooms, like wands, are an extension of your body, they can feel the emotions you transmit, they can feel the fear in your heart. George's composure and momentum infected Harry and Hermione, and they began to look relaxed.

"It's like a magic wand. Hermione's eyes began to light up at this thought, controlling wands had always been her forte.

"I'm going to teach you a word that makes it easier for you to control your flying broomstick. At this, George's expression began to look solemn, and Harry and Hermione involuntarily leaned forward to receive the spirit more closely.

"When you're scared and can't control yourself while flying, shout it out loud. George paused, and as he spoke, Harry and Hermione's hearts lifted up, and their heartbeats began to speed up slowly.

"Demacia" said it, George deliberately lowered his voice, but the word fell on Harry and Hermione's ears as the voice dispersed, as if there was a huge magic power, and it exploded in an instant.

Harry and Hermione's hearts raced, their faces flushed, and for a moment they felt a tremendous burst of power in their bodies.

It took a moment for the two to calm down, and George handed Harry and Hermione juice, respectively. "Got it?"

Although they didn't know what was going on, Harry and Hermione looked at each other for a moment, and they saw that the other person's eyes were already full of fighting spirit, and they didn't have the slightest worry about flying lessons.

Ron touched his head, completely unsure.

At half past three in the afternoon, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and the rest of Gryffindor's classmates, made their way through the hallways and steps. When I came to a meadow in front of the door, the breeze was gently blowing, and the grass was slightly rippling. The meadow extends from lawn to forest.

Slytherin's house had arrived at the venue early, and the broomsticks used for training were neatly arranged.

Fred had complained to Harry about the quality of the school's broomsticks, some of which would wobbly when flying too high, and some would always veer in the wrong direction. But at this time, thinking about the words with great magic power in his heart, Harry was no longer worried at all.

Mrs. Hodge has short gray hair, two yellow eyes that shine fiercely, and when they look at each other, they will make people feel like a prey animal.

"Okay, don't dwell on it. She snapped, "Stand in line for me, next to a magic broom." ”

At Harry's feet was a broomstick that was worn out and had branches parted horizontally, and the sight of this made him feel a little nervous.

"Stretch out your right hand, put it on top of the broomstick, follow me, get up!" Madame Hodge commanded vigorously.

"Get up!" shouted the students.

Harry's broom immediately jumped into his hand in obedience, Harry stole a glance at the others, and Ron and Hermione did with ease. Only a handful of others did, and most of the brooms under the feet of students from Muggle families just rolled, while Neville's broom did not respond.

"A broom is like a wand, just an extension of your body, able to feel your fear. Harry remembered George's words. Neville's voice was trembling, and he didn't really want to control the broom at all, so he couldn't arouse it.

Mrs. Hooch then showed the group how to ride a broom without slipping down, and how to hold it correctly. Then she corrected the wrong grip one by one in the team.

Harry and Hermione were secretly happy to hear her criticize Malfoy for not doing well, and they were filled with confidence when they thought of the spirit with great magical powers. The movements are becoming more and more standard, and they were even praised by Mrs. Huoqi.

"Well, as soon as I whistle, you will follow the command, and kick your legs hard, so that the broom will fly with you. "Hold the broom tightly, levitate it first, then lean forward, keep it easy, imagine that you and the broom are one, and then go down to the ground and whistle to me, three, two." ”

Neville was so nervous that he was afraid of being made another mistake and left on the ground, and when he heard Mrs. Hodge say "two", he had already subconsciously kicked his legs and flew into the sky.

"Come back, Neville!" Lady Hodge hurriedly shouted, but Neville was now flying upwards uncontrollably, like a sharp arrow. Harry saw Neville's panicked look and kept his broom away from the ground. Seen Neville gasp loudly as Neville slid off the broomstick.