Human beings' yearning for flight is innate.

From the invention of kites, rockets, airplanes, and paragliders in the Muggle world, to the broomsticks, carpets, swords, and clouds unique to the wizarding world, humans have gone to great lengths to fly.

However, for the upcoming flying lessons, in addition to people who are particularly interested in Harry and Ron, there are some people who are not interested in it at all.

Chief among them is Neville, who has never ridden a broomstick in his life, only because his grandmother thinks he will be safer if he honestly steps on the ground.

In addition, a Muggle-born wizard like Hermione was just as nervous as Neville, after all, flying is not something you can learn by reading a book.

At breakfast Thursday morning, she kept muttering to Clark some of the flight instructions she had read from a library book called The Amazing Quidditch Ball, while Neville sat on the sidelines, listening intently to every word she said, eager to hear something useful so that he could sit firmly on his broomstick later.

Clark could only impatiently poke the omelette with his fork to hide his nervousness.

Yes, in fact, he hasn't ridden a broomstick much either, and as a traverser, he couldn't even ride a bicycle well in his previous life, so how can you expect him to ride steadily on a wooden stick? And fly so high!

Just as he was secretly deciding in his heart to learn the flying spell quickly, a group of postmen disrupted his train of thought again.

"Maybe I can learn from an Animagus, and it would be nice to be a bird."

Clark looked at the owls flying wildly over the auditorium, and his thoughts spread in an instant.

As an orphan whose parents died, naturally no one sent him anything. Needless to say, Malfoy had noticed this, so he was always at the Slytherin table, triumphantly unpacking the sweets that had been brought to him.

Just then, an owl landed in front of Neville, clutching the small package his grandmother had sent him in its talons.

Neville excitedly opened it and showed everyone a fist-sized crystal orb filled with white smoke.

"It's a memory ball!" He explained, "Grandma was always afraid that I would lose something — she would tell you if there was something you forgot to do. Look, you squeeze it tightly, like this, if it turns red — oh......"

He suddenly elongated his face as the memory ball suddenly turned red, "...... You just forgot something......"

Neville struggled to remember what he had forgotten, and just then, Draco Malfoy passed by Gryffindor's table and jerked the memory ball out of his hand.

Harry and Ron leapt to their feet, for some reason, they were somewhat hoping to fight Malfoy, but this time Neville reacted very differently.

"Give it back to me!"

Neville yelled, a hint of trembling in his voice, but he stood up bravely, facing Malfoy.

Malfoy was also taken aback by his reaction, the guy who was originally weak and allowed to be kneaded by others suddenly became tough on him, which made him feel extremely shameless.

"I won't give it to you, what can you do? Hit me? ”

He said something smacked, but his eyes were fixed on Clark, who was sitting motionless. After seeing that the other party did not react, he became even more emboldened.

But he obviously didn't know how terrible it would be for an honest man to be in a hurry, Neville glared and was about to bury his head in the past, when Professor McGonagall was keenly aware of the chaos and appeared first.

"What's going on?"

"Malfoy snatched my memory ball, Professor."

"Give it back to him!"

Malfoy's face grimaced, and he quickly tossed the orb back onto the table.

"We'll see." He slipped away in a hurry, followed by Crabbe and Goyle.

At this time, Clark stood up, patted Neville on the shoulder, and said softly, "Good job", which made him instantly happy.

"By the way, you may have forgotten to put on your robe." With that, Clark waved his hand and left.

By half-past three in the afternoon, Clark, Hermione, and the other Gryffindor students hurried down the steps toward a flat lawn across from each other for their first flying lesson.

Today's weather is clear, the sun is not dazzling, and the breeze is blowing, which is perfect for outdoor activities and of course, even more suitable for taking a nap on the lawn by the lake.

The turquoise grass was like a tumbling wave in the breeze, the strange trees swaying in the Forbidden Forest were clearly visible in the distance, a group of Slytherin students in dark green school uniforms were already waiting on the lawn, and twenty broomsticks that looked like they were some years old were neatly arranged on the ground.

Clark once heard Fred and George complain at home about the broomsticks at school, saying they were older than their age.

They didn't have to wait long, and Ms. Hodge, who taught flying lessons, arrived, a shrewd and capable teacher with short gray hair and two sharp, sharp eyes, like an eagle.

When she saw the little wizard who had all the staff in place, she nodded with satisfaction.

"Okay, what are you all waiting for?" She snapped, "Everybody stands next to a broomstick. Hurry, hurry, hurry. ”

Clark glanced down at his broomstick, and fortunately, he had cleverly picked one that was in good condition, at least the branches were neatly trimmed.

"Stretch out your right hand and put it over the broomstick," Ms. Hodge shouted in front, "and say, 'Get up!'" ’”

"Get up!" Everyone shouted.

Harry's broom jumped into his hand immediately, but there were only a few such obedient brooms, and Clark was one of them.

For example, Hermione's broom just rolled on the ground, while Neville's broom didn't move at all.

Ms. Hodge then showed them how to ride a broomstick without sliding off their heads. She walked up and down the line, correcting their hand grips.

When Clark rides on the broomstick, there is naturally a soft force that supports his ass, which is the cushion charm that every broomstick must bring.

So, Clark felt that riding a broomstick was not much different from riding a bicycle, and that it wouldn't be as bad as Muggles imagined.

It's just that for him who has a bad sense of balance, he will always sway when he rides this thing into the sky, just like twisting around on a bicycle, and sometimes he can't even tell the difference between up and down, and when he flies, he will be head-down, feet up, and upside down.