Teaching the flight lesson was Ms. Hodge, who had short gray hair and a pair of eagle-like yellow eyes. She is said to have been a professional member of the Quidditch team before retiring as a flying teacher at Hogwarts.

Once everyone had reached the edge of a broom, Mrs. Hodge began her lesson.

"Broomsticks are different from brooms that sweep the floor, they are alive - Mr. Ollivander said that wizards choose wands, and wands choose wizards, and in the field of flight, this is just as valid, children, the goal of your lesson is to gain the approval of the broom at your feet."

Love glanced at the broom at his feet, it was worn and old, some branches were poking out all over the place, and Professor Dumbledore was probably the only one who was older than him in all of Hogwarts.

"Stretch out your right hand, place it over the broomstick, and say, 'Get up!'" Mrs. Hodge demonstrated it, and the broom beside her jumped into her palm at once.

Mrs. Hodge smiled confidently, "It's your turn. ”

Love looked down at the broom at his feet, and said "Please" before shouting "Get up!" ”

It's a pity that his broom only trembled and did not fly into his hands. He wasn't alone, Hermione's broom just rolled on the ground, Neville's broom didn't move, and even Ron didn't succeed once. Harry, who had never touched a broomstick before, shouted it into his hand.

Enviable talent.

After seeing Harry's incomparably smooth progress, Love had to sigh: the gap between people is sometimes bigger than the gap between people and dogs.

However, he also figured out how to control the broomstick. Love felt that the broom under his feet might really feel his emotions, and he hesitated when he summoned it just now, because he was not ready to ride the broom into the sky. The broom may have realized his inner hesitation, so he didn't respond to him.

He calmed down seriously and asked himself, do you want to fly into the sky?

After receiving an inner answer, he stretched out his hand to the broom again—

"Get up!"

The broom obediently flew into his hand.

"How did you do that?" Hermione, who tried several times but failed to "convince" the broomstick, saw that Love succeeded the second time, and in a fit of rage, she decided to learn from it.

"Convince your heart first, and then instruct your broom after you have firm conviction - if you think it's a broom problem, you can also use mine."

"Convince my heart?" Hermione thought in silence for a moment, then shouted "Get up" again, and this time she succeeded.

After a while, when most of the students were able to summon a broomstick, Mrs. Hodge began to show them several ways to ride a broomstick and how to ride it without sliding off their heads.

She walked around the line and corrected the students' grips on brooms. Everyone could hear her criticizing Malfoy's wrong grip, and many laughed at it.

However, it also proves that Malfoy has been playing with broomsticks for a long time, and because he has developed a false muscle memory, he will keep making mistakes. On the contrary, pure newcomers such as Love and Harry, as long as the initial movements are standard, there will be no problems.

There are two main ways to ride a broomstick, one is to hold the broom between your legs and hold it with both hands. The other is to sit on its side with your hands at your sides and balance on a broomstick. The second is the posture that witches like, which can effectively prevent walking away and maintain an elegant posture.

Love stood there bored, watching Hermione try to ride a broomstick sideways.

"Don't think about it so much, just think of it as a very narrow stool and just sit on it. Did you ever sit on a tree branch as a child? ”

"Nope." Hermione replied crisply.

"Look~" Love gave Hermione a demo himself. He leaned lightly on his broom, as he had said, as he had sat in a chair. The next moment, as if stimulated by something, Love's broom swayed and floated, leaving his feet off the ground.

As soon as he left the ground, the difficulty of maintaining his balance suddenly increased by several notches, and coupled with the fact that the broom itself was still shaking, Love directly lost his balance and fell off the broom after his feet were three feet off the ground.

Looking at the somewhat embarrassed Love, Hermione couldn't help but laugh.

Ever since the beginning of the school year, Love's image in her eyes has been flawless, he has the best Transfiguration skills, his mastery of potions is superb, he is not afraid of danger, and he can even listen to the history of magic with relish, such a person is a perfect person.

But "perfect man" is more like a "god statue" than "man". It wasn't until Love's fall that the stone shell that shrouded him shattered, revealing the living man inside. Only then did she realize that the omnipotent Love also had a side that she was not good at.

"Don't laugh." Love quickly got up from the ground, dusted the dirt and grass roots from his robe, and grabbed the broom that had been slowly rising by the way.

"I wasn't ready, it was a mistake."

Looking at Love, who was still stiff-mouthed, the smile in Hermione's eyes became stronger, as if to say: Since it was a mistake, then you don't want to try again?

Try it!

Love tried again unconvincedly, this time holding on a little longer, and losing his balance only five feet from the ground.

After falling back to the ground, Hermione offered to help Love clean up the dirt from his robe.

"It's a lot simpler, really." After failing again, Love abandoned the sideways riding style and used the most normal riding method, and after the change of focus point, the balance suddenly became easier to master.

After Mrs. Hooch corrected everyone's movements, she entered the three-stage teaching.

"Then you can try to fly, and when you hear the whistle, you kick your legs hard and get off the ground." Mrs. Hodge said, "Hold your broomsticks, rise a few feet, lean forward slightly, and then control the broomsticks to fall vertically back to the ground." Listen to my whistle - three-two-"

The unexpected happened. Maybe he was too nervous, Neville somehow did it, and he flew into the sky all of a sudden.

"Kid, come back!" Mrs. Hooch shouted, but Neville couldn't control his broomstick at all, and rushed into the sky like a cork.

Ten feet, twenty feet, and soon, Neville was soaring to at least fifty feet in the air, and in full view of everyone, the worst thing happened, he slipped off the broom with his mouth open.

Time seemed to slow down, and everyone could clearly see Neville's pale, terrified face, falling from a height of fifty feet, seriously injured if not dead, and several little witches had even closed their eyes.

"Shock Stop!" A voice echoed through the flight lesson venue.

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