"What's the matter, Melda, you don't seem to be in high spirits?"

In the auditorium, Melda Ron was feasting.

However, today he is not up to par, because he has eaten one less piece of chicken leg today than yesterday. This immediately attracted the attention of Ron, who also had the soul of a dry rice man.

"Nothing." Melda grimaced, picked up a sausage and stuffed it into her mouth, replying to Ron hesitantly.

"Oh." Ron didn't take the matter to heart, and he talked to Harry about Quidditch.

And Melda, on the side, still had a black face. The reason why he had a black face was only because of the next flying lesson.

"Damn it." Melda cursed secretly.

He can still hide the other subjects, pretending that the spell can't be released. After all, the magic level of a first-year wizard is just like that. I couldn't have released a few decent spells.

But flying lessons are different, they don't require spells. Melda could even imagine that everyone else was flying in the sky, and he was the only one running on the ground like a fool dragging a broomstick.

It was only then that he realized that no matter how rich his theoretical knowledge was, he had a gap with normal wizards, and no matter what, a wizard who couldn't release magic was no different from a Muggle.

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"If you want me to say, the school's Meteor is an old antique, I can't imagine anyone using this kind of thing now." On Slytherin's side, Draco Malfoy was bragging frantically in a crowd of freshmen.

"Do you know the Halo 1700? Last year's new model, I had three at home. ”

"Cut."

Malfoy's boasting succeeded in drawing ridicule from Ron. If you want to say that the other Ron may not be able to interject, but if you want to talk about the take-off broomstick, then he Ron can proudly say that everyone here is scum.

Hmph, no one knows broomsticks better than I do.

"Cut, everyone knows that the light wheel 1700 is basically the same as the previous 1500, 1001, and 1000, and only some fools will buy three." Ron lowered his head and whispered to Harry.

Although Ron was right, the previous versions of the light wheel were like Nvidia's CPUs, frantically squeezing toothpaste.

But if this is said openly, it always gives people a feeling of envy and jealousy.

"By the way, Melda, have you ever ridden a broomstick before?" Harry was also unhappy with Malfoy's boasting, after all, he had never ridden a broomstick or anything.

"Nope."

Melda scolded in her heart, I want to fucking too! The key is that the broken broom is lying on the ground and does not move, what can he do.

So he didn't have the slightest interest in Quidditch, really.

Hmph, flying lessons or something is the most annoying.

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But no matter how much Melda resisted, the afternoon flight lesson still arrived as scheduled, and Harry and Ron arrived in the open space early, but Melda seemed to be submissive and completely devoid of her former vitality.

"Good afternoon, students."

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Hodge."

Rolanda Hooch, a first-year flying teacher at Hogwarts, has a pair of yellow eagle-like eyes, short gray hair, and a wide wizard's robe.

"Welcome to your first flying lesson." Mrs. Hodge's able voice left a deep impact on the freshmen.

Even Melda had to admit that she was a good witch. However, she only seems to be teaching the first grade.

In addition to being a flying teacher, she is also a judge at Hogwarts Quidditch.

"So, what are you waiting for? Stand to the left of the broomstick. ”

Mrs. Hooch commanded the crowd in a loud voice: "Put your right hand directly above the broom and say, get up." ”

"Be emotional."

As soon as Mrs. Huoqi's words fell, the sound of "rising" sounded one after another in the clearing. Harry was the most gifted of them all, and he just read it once, and the worn-out broom was safely summoned in his hand.

And Malfoy, who boasted about himself before, did have some real material, and he quickly succeeded in summoning, almost matching Harry in time. And with a broomstick in his hand, he also looked at Harry provocatively.

Ron followed suit, successfully calling out the broomstick. It seems that this guy who has always been out of tune also has a good talent for flying. But the other member of the trio was a little clumsy.

Hermione, who was standing on the other side, kept shouting with a little anxiety: "Get up." ”

However, the broom under her feet seemed to be very shameless, and no matter how much Hermione shouted with emotion, it just didn't float, just rolled on the ground.

But it was this degree that made Melda, who was standing opposite her, envious.

At least it can move, doesn't it?

"Hey, Melda, what's wrong with you?" Beside him, Harry watched Melda stand motionless, and was puzzled.

What do you think? What do you say! Melda gave Harry a blank look, and continued to stand silently, staring at Mrs. Hooch with her eyes intended.

The moment Lady Hooch turned to face Slytherin.

Golden opportunity.

Melda quickly crouched down and quickly grabbed the broomstick in her hand, and then immediately stood up with a blank face.

Hmph, it's so unpretentious.

？？？

Harry, who was standing next to Melda, was still doing this?

Not only Harry, but Ron, Neville, and even Hermione, who was standing on the opposite side, witnessed Melda's operation of the 'right light'.

"Alright, classmates who got the broomsticks. Now I want you to ride on. Mrs. Hodge, who did not notice Merdasau's operation, continued to say to the crowd: "When I blow the whistle, I want each of you to kick the ground hard. ”

"When you're flying, stop in the air for a while......"

Before Mrs. Hodge could finish speaking, Neville's broom flew out like a wild horse.

All of this happened too quickly, far more terrifying than the way it slowly lifted off in the original book.

Mrs. Hodge, who was still teaching flying skills, did not react at all.

The crowd watched as Neville let out a high-pitched scream and flew farther and farther away.

"Mr. Longbottom, go down." Mrs. Hodge stared at Neville as she scurried across the sky.

"Ahh~"

Melda believed that Neville, who was screaming at the moment, would definitely want to reply, but it was a pity that he couldn't say even half an English word as he was constantly diving.

"Oh my God, he... He flew over. Neville's dive was extremely fast, and just as he hit the ground, his whole body suddenly raised his broom as if it had exploded into a small universe.

Although this succeeded in avoiding his cordial contact with the ground. But he was almost close to the ground, and he rushed towards the crowd frantically.