At half past three in the afternoon, Harry and the other Hufflepuff students hurried downstairs and down the stairs to the grounds in front of the gates of Hogwarts Castle to prepare for their first flying lesson.

The little wizards were already chattering about to make a noise, and the news that Harry had brought a light wheel 2000 to the school somehow spread, and Harry, who had become the center of the conversation, became the object of onlookers.

"We swear we didn't say it."

Ralve, Neville, and Justin spoke with certainty, they weren't big mouths.

"I trust you, but it doesn't matter, sooner or later, it will be known, and it will be sooner or later, and even if everyone doesn't know, I'll take it out in the flying lesson today, won't it?"

Harry, who said that he didn't care, waved his hand, he trusted a dormitory friend, and it wasn't a big deal, although it was a little embarrassing to be surrounded by a group of curious people, but he couldn't stand Harry's thick skin, he likes to play extreme sports, and he is often surrounded by hundreds of people to watch boxing matches, and he is immune to this.

If he would have felt nervous and uncomfortable even for this kind of thing, he would have fallen down when he was climbing, and many of the things he had done did not allow for any distraction.

When he came to the lawn where the class was held, Harry generously took out the Light Wheel 2000, and it was not okay to ride it, although many young wizards had boasted that they had almost hit a helicopter or a Muggle airship on their family's rocket, and had even spent twelve of their eleven years of life on it, but just listen to this kind of thing, what teenager doesn't brag.

But such a close-up appreciation can even reach out and touch the feeling is not bad, the light wheel 2000 for ordinary wizards seems a bit of a high price so that the vast majority of people can only live outside the window, and the Muggle world, the income of the wizarding world also presents two extremes, accounting for less than ten percent of the population of wizarding families (not just pure-bloods), they occupy at least fifty percent of the wealth of the entire wizarding world, The other 30 percent is occupied by a large non-official institution with a deep background like Hogwarts, and the remaining 90 percent of the population is divided up by only 20 percent, and the gap between the rich and the poor in the wizarding world is also extremely large.

Two hundred and thirty gold Galleons, which is equivalent to the income of an ordinary wizard without eating or drinking for four or five months, the Light Wheel 2000 is an absolute luxury among Quidditch items.

A short time later, a witch with short silver-white hair, sharp yellow eyes like a falcon, and a short robe with short sleeves strode towards them.

"It's class."

Madame Hodge spoke aloud, her voice a little loud and her voice was far and clear, which she had honed when she was a Quidditch referee, and the referee's voice needed to be accurately conveyed in a wide arena.

"Okay, all of you don't gather around here, I know Halo 2000 excites you, but not now."

She clapped her hands and asked the little wizards to stand in front of her, "Now, everyone is standing next to a rocket, although it is a little old, but it has a complete model, whether it is a sweep or a comet, or a silver arrow that is barely visible on the market, all of them are here. ”

She stretched out her hand and pointed to the grass next to her, there were dozens of old rockets of different styles lying quietly on the ground, compared to the bright and bright, floating in the air 2000, these guys lying on the ground were all dilapidated, some even lacked a piece of the tail, or loose peeling and peeling, highlighting a miserable.

"Don't look at them as old, but old has the benefits of being old." Madame Hodge waved her hand indifferently, "While some of you have been exposed to this, few of you have learned how to ride them safely, and I don't want you to fly to tens or hundred feet all at once and then be so frightened that you stiffen and fall from the sky." ”

"Since a couple of tragic incidents decades ago, Hogwarts has stopped using new rockets for your own sake, and it's better to fall ten or twenty feet high and break an arm or leg than to die."

When she said this, the little wizard's face couldn't help but show some fear, they really hadn't thought about falling off the broom, and many people who were afraid of heights suddenly turned a little pale on their faces.

"I think you should understand by now, right, so hurry up and get everyone to their place."

"Harry Potter." Mrs. Hodge called Harry's name, "Professor Sprout told me that you have flown it on the holidays, and that it has flown well?" ”

"Yes, Professor, I think I fly well." Harry nodded, matter-of-fact.

"Really? Flying without instruction is very dangerous, and the Barewra 2000 is not easy to control as a real racing tool. ”

Mrs. Hooch looked at Harry meaningfully, as if she wanted to see his weakness, but unfortunately she didn't see anything.

"I've jumped from 3,000 to 7,000 meters, and my best freehand climb is a 116-metre cliff, about the height of two Hogwarts castles, and if I wasn't too young, I would have learned how to use a paraglider, fly down Benneves Hill, and skim over the town of Fort William to see the Scottish landscape."

"Believe me, Professor, I haven't learned how to fly on it professionally, but soon I will be able to do it, as long as you don't hesitate to teach, I have read all the books about Quidditch and how to fly in a rocket, I like adventure, I like extreme sports, but I don't like to die recklessly."

Mrs. Hooch, who was stunned by Harry's words, smacked her mouth, although she didn't know exactly what those Muggle extreme sports were, but some of the numbers were intuitive.

"Then take your light wheel 2000 and listen to my explanation carefully, basic knowledge is always the most important, even if it is just a sitting posture, it is also related to whether you can be stable in the sky without falling."

She nodded slightly, and an older student ran up to her and stood beside her, the strange boy smiling at Harry, and then his gaze fell on Halo 2000.

"Now everybody stretch out your right hand and put it on top of your rocket."

Mrs. Hodge did not delay in the slightest when classes officially began, and she gave straightforward orders, and practice is often the most efficient way to learn.

"Then he said aloud, 'Get up!' Let your rockets know that you're going to ride it now! ”

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!"

She urged, succinctly and decisively.