Neil learned the first lesson he learned after studying with the Three Elders was how to use mantras to recall his weapons from afar—not a necessary foundation for his spiritual journey, but the Three Elders insisted that everyone should learn it so as not to be caught off guard by an Assassin who broke into a bathroom or toilet to sneak up on him.

- In recent centuries, the main enemies of the sect have been demon beasts that have sprung up from the secret realm, but I heard that in the distant past, there were also times when monks and monks, monks and mortals met each other. None of the elders, including the master, seemed reluctant to talk about the incident, but Neil wasn't sure if the main reason was because he was lamenting the cruelty of his brother's wall or if he didn't want to recall his painful experience of encountering a bad man on the toilet.

The third elder's pot-like face flickered in front of Neil's eyes when he heard this question, and he snickered, silently reviewing in his heart the mantra he hadn't practiced for a long time. In wizarding common sense, wand-waving gestures seem to be just as important as spells, but the Summoning Technique doesn't have such a strict code of movements, and success depends entirely on your vocalizations – depending on whether or not your voice is infused with enough willpower.

He fixed his hand at a more comfortable height, imagining the process of the trees sprouting and slowly extending his willpower out of his body, and finally into the broom under his feet...... Now is not a critical moment when every second counts, so there is no need to rush.

"—Remember, it's not the same as training a horse or a dog." In a trance, a nostalgic voice seemed to sound in my ears, "What you have to do is not to find a way to gain its trust, make friends with it or something, but to use force it to submit - no, I don't mean to make you scold the street, and you can't point your finger at me when you scold, understand?" Do it all over again! ”

The idea that was a little stagnant because of the unfamiliar skills suddenly became clear in an instant. It's not complicated, just wrap the coldness, majesty and unstoppable arrogance in whispers, and gently push it out with the tip of your tongue......

"Here comes the sword."

At the sound of the command, the old broom jumped from the ground as if it had been loaded with a spring, and was grabbed by him in his hand.

Mrs. Hodge, who heard the wind and turned around, couldn't help but show some relief when she saw that the broom had been successfully held in his hand - to this day, the British broomsticks are still as delicate and humane as their wands, and even people with no foundation can quickly get their hands on it.

Michael Corner, rubbing the tip of his reddened nose, widened his eyes in surprise, as if he couldn't believe that a person could make such great progress in just half a minute: "How did you do that?" ”

"It's just a little trick, Mr. Kona, and I'm sure you'll be able to catch up soon."

Neil smiled perfunctorily. He wasn't really in the mood to laugh right now, because the broomstick in his hand was shaking slightly and strangely, and he had to clench his hand with all his might to stop the momentum, lest it be exposed to others and cause misunderstanding—it wasn't a matter of the sword summoning technique, but the broom itself was reacting to the stimulus he had applied. It seems that unlike the magical plants in the greenhouse, which can grow wildly with just a little fertilizer, Hogwarts' cleaning tools are not as resistant to external stress...... Mr. Kona's petty annoyances are nothing to mention by comparison.

However, Neil did not prove to be a fool, and his success seemed to give Michael a lot of stimulation, after which he was hit twice by the head of a broomstick that flicked up, and then gradually mastered the technique, and by the end of the lesson, he was already proficient in getting the broom into his own hands. But if old Mr. Cocker could have been honestly happy if he had known that the school-entrance gift he had given to his son had been soaked in the latter's blood (mainly nosebleeds) before he had used it for the first time.

In contrast, Neil has been clutching his broom since his first success. The broken broomstick with the faded word "Meteor" engraved on the handle trembled for about half an hour before stopping, and the cowardice it displayed, and the wisdom required to produce it, was theoretically not what a normal broomstick should have—with the exception of Quelinus Quirrell, the second anomaly he had found at Hogwarts.

Unlike Quirrell, though, an old broom didn't require him to be so cautious in his quest for news. As soon as the bell rang for the end of class, he found Mrs. Hooch, who was packing up the other loaned brooms while the others were gone.

"This broom?"

Surprised, she took the broom from Neil and leaned closer to confirm the number.

"Yes, I remember it...... The brooms have been in the Hogwarts warehouse for at least thirty years. She stroked the bumpy bumps on the broom with some nostalgia, "To be honest, the quality of the meteors is not very good, and their speed and ascent ability will decrease significantly over time, but it is cheap enough, and as a broom for practice, it can make full use of these shortcomings so that students don't get seriously injured in an accident like yesterday's...... And then, what do you say is wrong with it? ”

"I felt it shake as I held it, Professor." Neil replied with an unchanging face, "I wonder if this could be some kind of precursor to a malfunction or something?" In the past, my master had a beloved seal, bloodstone, which was very beautiful, and one day it suddenly began to tremble......"

Mrs. Hooch did not speak, but silently dropped the broom on the grass, and then raised her arm again to try to put it back in her hand. The whole process was completed smoothly, and there was no abnormality in the slightest as claimed by the other party. She stepped on the broom again and let it carry her away for an interview, and everything was still fine.

However, an old broom that has been in service for thirty or forty years, no matter what kind of malfunction occurs, cannot be said to be unexpected, and the fact that it looks no different now does not mean that it was fine just now. Not to mention, Neil didn't have to lie to himself - it would be conceivable if he wanted to pass the buck if he accidentally broke the broom, but now the broom is completely normal.

"Well, maybe it's almost time for this old girl to retire." She shrugged, "Thank you for telling me this, Mr. Wan. If a student flies on it, the consequences can be severe. I would like to give Ravenclaw five points as a thank you for your enthusiasm and by the way for your excellent performance in class today. ”

A hint of frustration crept through Neil's mind, and the school didn't seem to notice anything unusual about the broomstick.

Lady Rolanda Hodge is an expert in broomsticks and the person who has been managing them for more than thirty years, and if she can't say anything out of the ordinary, then there are only two possibilities left - the only two are because Neil has now fully understood that whatever strange things happen in Hogwarts, the possibility that this is some kind of arrangement that Headmaster Dumbledore is doing thirty or fifty years in advance.

"Professor." Neil made up his mind in the flash of lightning, pretending to be nonchalant, glancing at the broken broom lying among the weeds—I don't know if it was an illusion, it seemed to be trembling a little again—and then pointed to Mrs. Hooch, "If you're going to scrap this broom, can you sell it to me—no, I'm not going to ride it, I just think it might be a good souvenir, and it's a good place to put it in the treasure pavilion of our sect in a glass case......"

In the game with potential enemies, flying ability will be a great advantage, but as he confessed before, spirit beasts, magic weapons, and dao arts, he can't count on them at the moment. Just in case, perhaps enduring the uneasiness of pinning your safety on a broomstick, practicing broomstick flying is also an option.

If that's the case, a long-lasting broom is obviously better than a normal one.

As if hearing his heart, the broken broom rolled twice on the ground, and hid himself in the thicker grass. Mrs. Hodge thought it was the gust of wind that had just blown and didn't take it to heart, and she looked at the worn-out broom, and then at Neil's expectant eyes, and nodded hesitantly.