Chapter 47 Flight Lesson 2
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Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 47 Flight Lesson 2
The teacher of the flying class is Professor Rolanda Hooch.
She has short black and white hair and yellow eyes. She is a serious teacher, and she will give these little wizards a blow when she comes up.
"I don't care what conflicts you have. If you dare to fight and fight in my class, I can guarantee that you will not touch any broomsticks at Hogwarts in the next seven years."
These words made Neville even more nervous, and McGuffin saw the little boy's legs shaking non-stop.
"Now we start class!"
"Put your hands on the broom handles and say—up," cried Mrs Hooch.
"Get up!" everyone shouted.
There are only a few people whose brooms can jump into their hands immediately, such as Harry, Malfoy, and Ron.Most of the broomsticks of the little wizards who hadn't been touched or were just bragging could only roll on the ground, and some were completely motionless, such as Neville, Hermione...McGuffin.
McGuffin didn't know what talent it took to just ride a broomstick that could fly, and of course it wasn't because of someone's big talk - someone who was going to help Neville later.
He himself felt a little helpless on his face.
Someone saw that Mrs. Hooch was correcting her sitting posture in a hurry to ride Malfoy, and bent down directly to get the broom in her hand.
only--
This (◇)?
——The broomstick under McGuffin rolled to avoid his grasp.
What the hell?
McGuffin tried again, and this time the broom was more direct!
——flying and sliding along the grass at low altitude to Mrs. Hooch's feet.
The little wizard at Slytherin burst out laughing when he saw this scene.
Harry, Ron and Gryffindor also grinned from ear to ear when they saw it.
C... McGuffin cursed secretly, feeling very upset.
Mrs. Hooch takes the broom to McGuffin to try again.
The broom stood on the grass like crazy, shaking non-stop, dancing like a psychopath.
Now all the little wizards including Gryffindor burst into laughter, and Neville next to him was also leaning on the broom O(∩_∩)O haha~
Mrs. Hooch looked at the broom strangely, put it on the ground and shouted: "Get up."
The broomstick hovered in the professor's hands cutely and cutely.
K... What is this thing?
McGuffin straightened his face, and Mrs. Hooch arranged for him to stay alone on the grass on a slope.
Although not explicitly stated.
The expression on her face almost confirmed that the McGuffin's Quidditch talent was hopeless, and there was no need to learn this flying lesson.
What made McGuffin even more furious, at this time, the sand sculpture system directly refreshed a series of tasks to prove his sense of existence.
Mission: [Extreme Flying, Sky Broom! 】
Note: [You who are not talented, you have to prove to Mrs. Huo Qi, the professor of flight class, that you can do it too (Professor, I also want to play Quidditch!)]
1 [Competition: To exceed the speed of ordinary Muggle helicopters (240 kilometers per hour)]
2 [Quidditch: Complete the most difficult Lumster feint]
3 [Hurricane: Flying at low altitude in the Forbidden Forest, challenging the speed of life and death]
[Each task rewards 2 talent points, all completed doubled]
[Note: The speed of the great wizard is unmatched! ——It's starting to go crazy!Yo oh! 】
Is this sand sculpture system crazy?
Whoever completes this idiot task loves who completes it!
Although I don't want to admit it, seeing the broomstick almost in my hands just now makes me feel like I'm crazy. The cheating task arranged by this sand sculpture system seems to be almost impossible to complete under the current situation.
What's more, McGuffin remembers that when the Firebolt came out two years later, the highest level of flying broomsticks at that time was only 150 kilometers per hour, while generally better helicopters generally reached speeds of more than 200 kilometers per hour.
Although there are no physical laws in magic, at least there must be some logic.It is possible to rely on a broom with a speed of 150 kilometers per hour to surpass a helicopter with a speed of 200 kilometers per hour.
Although the reward is really delicious!Let the McGuffin move a little bit. (The experience of learning Transfiguration with talent points made McGuffin finally feel the function of this system since time travel, or the feeling of being a protagonist.)
A sudden series of yells interrupted McGuffin's thoughts.
Ah!
Wow!
Yeah!
Hey!
Step aside!Step aside! ...
McGuffin straightened up and saw Neville riding a broom like a Spanish matador riding a raging bull, rampaging among the group of young wizards, flying back and forth at low altitude.
All right!This little guy doesn't go to heaven, now he's playing asphalt racing, or a violent motorcycle, right? ?
Forehead!This is not my fault!McGuffin suddenly thought that his previous reminder to Neville might cause him to fly straight, instead of soaring into the sky like in the movie plot.
Mrs. Hooch took out her wand and wanted to cast a spell to make Neville stop, but it was a pity that the round-faced little wizard driving the broomstick had no intention of stopping for a long time.
The little wizards were frightened and yelled and ran all over the ground.
so until...
Neville screamed and rushed to the Slytherin side, then knocked Malfoy off his back, and then flew straight out of the forest.
That little guy is all right!It was only at this time that McGuffin realized that he was a little worried about Neville.
When Mrs. Huo Qi found him, there was no serious trauma, but he passed out temporarily.
Even so, Mrs. Hooch floated Neville in the air with her wand, and was going to take him to Mrs. Penrad to see if the unfortunate boy was injured.
"Put down your broomsticks, each of the Houses stands on either side. Nobody move!" said Mrs. Hooch.
When the two walked away, the two parties began to stare at each other and mock each other as hard as before.
"Look at that big idiot? Did you see that?" Malfoy laughed wildly, and the other Slytherins followed suit.
"Shut up, pervert in a tutu. Do you want to remind people of the ugly look of the person you were bumped into just now?" McGuffin felt guilty about Neville, patted the dirt on his body, came down from the slope, and sprayed directly at Malfoy.
This made his pale face stretched and reddened, and he squinted at McGuffin and said, "Troll, it seems that you want to compete,..."
As he let out his harsh words, the male students of Slytherin and Gryffindor faced each other directly, face to face, hand to hand, and they could almost feel each other's breath.
"Look," said Malfoy, stooping to pick up something in the grass, "look what that fool dropped."
He held the memory ball up high for all to see.
"Put it down, Malfoy." Harry rushed to grab it.
The people of Slytherin immediately blocked the front. At this time, the students of the two colleges were full of gunpowder, so they confronted each other, and a conflict was about to break out.
With a flick of his wand, the MacGuffin levitated the memory ball into the air with a Levitation Charm.
Malfoy rode directly on the flying broom and snatched it away again, and said contemptuously in the sky not far from the McGuffin, "McGuffin, it seems that you troll can't fly."
The Slytherin next to him also burst out laughing.
"Malfoy, I think you're forgetting something... isn't your tutu flying with you in the air?" McGuffin said mockingly.
Malfoy's face darkened, and he said with an ugly smirk, "You can only talk about it, if you have the ability to get on your broomstick and get it? Oh, I forgot—you have to grab the broomstick first!"
"Come and get it if you have the ability? Gryffindors are just a bunch of cowards, don't you think so, Potter?" Malfoy taunted on a tree in front of the Gryffindor students, riding a broom and turning around Potter's head.
"No, Harry, imagine Mrs. Hooch's words. Besides, you haven't formally learned to fly a broomstick yet?" Hermione wanted to stop.
Harry grabbed his broom straight away and shot straight into the sky with ease, chasing Malfoy through the sky.
Although McGuffin disapproved of this way of riding a broom, he still felt a little envious of flying in the sky.
This damned unreasonable magical talent, how can one be so proficient at first hand, watching Harry being as nimble and quick as a bird in the angel.McGuffin felt sour.
Several collisions between Harry and Malfoy caused the little wizards below to scream and scream.
Finally, amidst the screams of Professor McGonagall and Mrs. Hooch rushing over (Neville also walked over with a pale face), Harry dived fifty feet into the air, stopped a foot from the ground, and caught the crystal ball thrown by Malfoy.
"Harry Potter!"
"All my years at school—never—"
Professor McGonagall was speechless in astonishment, "How dare you—you'd break your neck—"
(No, he won't, Voldemort has been trying to do that for seven years, Professor McGonagall!) McGuffin rolled his eyes and groaned.
"It wasn't his fault, Professor—"
"Shut up, Miss Patil"
"That's my memory ball—"
"Thank you, Harry."
Neville ran over in a hurry, thanked Harry non-stop, and turned around with the crystal ball to Professor McGonagall, wanting to explain to Harry.
"Professor, Malfoy—"
"Come on, Mr. Longbottom. Well, I'll take care of it. Potter, come with me."
Malfoy, his squire, and the Slytherin crowd all looked smug.
Before leaving, Professor McGonagall turned to Malfoy and said, "As for you, Mr. Malfoy, I think you also need to give me a reasonable explanation why you are holding Longbottom's memory ball. If you can't give a reasonable explanation, Slytherin will deduct 10 points."
After she finished speaking, she strode towards the castle, and Harry followed mechanically, looking as if he was facing an enemy.
Seeing Malfoy's gradually frozen face, Ron felt much better, but he was still very worried about Harry's situation.
After such a incident happened, Mrs. Hooch changed the practice into theoretical teaching. The students got together and listened to her tell some interesting stories about the broomstick, such as the specific operation method and history of the broomstick, the rules of the Quidditch game, and the development process.
"Harry... won't be expelled?!" Ron said worriedly to McGuffin next to him.
"No." McGuffin said with a smile, "That's the famous Harry Potter. If we did something like that, we would probably have our wands broken on the spot. Imagine how your family would react..."
"Very likely!" Ron was amused by the scene described by McGuffin, "My mother will come from home and wring my neck..."
"This kind of thing is not funny." Hermione leaned over from the side and said sharply, "Harry almost broke his neck, but if Malfoy didn't do what he did, it wouldn't have happened..."
"Sorry it's all because of me..."
Neville looked apologetic.
"Even Malfoy is fine, and there is a high probability that Harry will..." Hermione comforted Neville.
"—to become a Quidditch player." McGuffin took over Hermione's words, "It is estimated that Professor McGonagall saw Harry's talent in Quidditch and directly recruited him to the team."
(Hermione looked at McGuffin with a look of disgust at this time, expressing that she didn't believe this guy who was talking nonsense)
"Don't be kidding me!" Ron smiled and expressed disbelief.
Thank you for your support!
(End of this chapter)
The teacher of the flying class is Professor Rolanda Hooch.
She has short black and white hair and yellow eyes. She is a serious teacher, and she will give these little wizards a blow when she comes up.
"I don't care what conflicts you have. If you dare to fight and fight in my class, I can guarantee that you will not touch any broomsticks at Hogwarts in the next seven years."
These words made Neville even more nervous, and McGuffin saw the little boy's legs shaking non-stop.
"Now we start class!"
"Put your hands on the broom handles and say—up," cried Mrs Hooch.
"Get up!" everyone shouted.
There are only a few people whose brooms can jump into their hands immediately, such as Harry, Malfoy, and Ron.Most of the broomsticks of the little wizards who hadn't been touched or were just bragging could only roll on the ground, and some were completely motionless, such as Neville, Hermione...McGuffin.
McGuffin didn't know what talent it took to just ride a broomstick that could fly, and of course it wasn't because of someone's big talk - someone who was going to help Neville later.
He himself felt a little helpless on his face.
Someone saw that Mrs. Hooch was correcting her sitting posture in a hurry to ride Malfoy, and bent down directly to get the broom in her hand.
only--
This (◇)?
——The broomstick under McGuffin rolled to avoid his grasp.
What the hell?
McGuffin tried again, and this time the broom was more direct!
——flying and sliding along the grass at low altitude to Mrs. Hooch's feet.
The little wizard at Slytherin burst out laughing when he saw this scene.
Harry, Ron and Gryffindor also grinned from ear to ear when they saw it.
C... McGuffin cursed secretly, feeling very upset.
Mrs. Hooch takes the broom to McGuffin to try again.
The broom stood on the grass like crazy, shaking non-stop, dancing like a psychopath.
Now all the little wizards including Gryffindor burst into laughter, and Neville next to him was also leaning on the broom O(∩_∩)O haha~
Mrs. Hooch looked at the broom strangely, put it on the ground and shouted: "Get up."
The broomstick hovered in the professor's hands cutely and cutely.
K... What is this thing?
McGuffin straightened his face, and Mrs. Hooch arranged for him to stay alone on the grass on a slope.
Although not explicitly stated.
The expression on her face almost confirmed that the McGuffin's Quidditch talent was hopeless, and there was no need to learn this flying lesson.
What made McGuffin even more furious, at this time, the sand sculpture system directly refreshed a series of tasks to prove his sense of existence.
Mission: [Extreme Flying, Sky Broom! 】
Note: [You who are not talented, you have to prove to Mrs. Huo Qi, the professor of flight class, that you can do it too (Professor, I also want to play Quidditch!)]
1 [Competition: To exceed the speed of ordinary Muggle helicopters (240 kilometers per hour)]
2 [Quidditch: Complete the most difficult Lumster feint]
3 [Hurricane: Flying at low altitude in the Forbidden Forest, challenging the speed of life and death]
[Each task rewards 2 talent points, all completed doubled]
[Note: The speed of the great wizard is unmatched! ——It's starting to go crazy!Yo oh! 】
Is this sand sculpture system crazy?
Whoever completes this idiot task loves who completes it!
Although I don't want to admit it, seeing the broomstick almost in my hands just now makes me feel like I'm crazy. The cheating task arranged by this sand sculpture system seems to be almost impossible to complete under the current situation.
What's more, McGuffin remembers that when the Firebolt came out two years later, the highest level of flying broomsticks at that time was only 150 kilometers per hour, while generally better helicopters generally reached speeds of more than 200 kilometers per hour.
Although there are no physical laws in magic, at least there must be some logic.It is possible to rely on a broom with a speed of 150 kilometers per hour to surpass a helicopter with a speed of 200 kilometers per hour.
Although the reward is really delicious!Let the McGuffin move a little bit. (The experience of learning Transfiguration with talent points made McGuffin finally feel the function of this system since time travel, or the feeling of being a protagonist.)
A sudden series of yells interrupted McGuffin's thoughts.
Ah!
Wow!
Yeah!
Hey!
Step aside!Step aside! ...
McGuffin straightened up and saw Neville riding a broom like a Spanish matador riding a raging bull, rampaging among the group of young wizards, flying back and forth at low altitude.
All right!This little guy doesn't go to heaven, now he's playing asphalt racing, or a violent motorcycle, right? ?
Forehead!This is not my fault!McGuffin suddenly thought that his previous reminder to Neville might cause him to fly straight, instead of soaring into the sky like in the movie plot.
Mrs. Hooch took out her wand and wanted to cast a spell to make Neville stop, but it was a pity that the round-faced little wizard driving the broomstick had no intention of stopping for a long time.
The little wizards were frightened and yelled and ran all over the ground.
so until...
Neville screamed and rushed to the Slytherin side, then knocked Malfoy off his back, and then flew straight out of the forest.
That little guy is all right!It was only at this time that McGuffin realized that he was a little worried about Neville.
When Mrs. Huo Qi found him, there was no serious trauma, but he passed out temporarily.
Even so, Mrs. Hooch floated Neville in the air with her wand, and was going to take him to Mrs. Penrad to see if the unfortunate boy was injured.
"Put down your broomsticks, each of the Houses stands on either side. Nobody move!" said Mrs. Hooch.
When the two walked away, the two parties began to stare at each other and mock each other as hard as before.
"Look at that big idiot? Did you see that?" Malfoy laughed wildly, and the other Slytherins followed suit.
"Shut up, pervert in a tutu. Do you want to remind people of the ugly look of the person you were bumped into just now?" McGuffin felt guilty about Neville, patted the dirt on his body, came down from the slope, and sprayed directly at Malfoy.
This made his pale face stretched and reddened, and he squinted at McGuffin and said, "Troll, it seems that you want to compete,..."
As he let out his harsh words, the male students of Slytherin and Gryffindor faced each other directly, face to face, hand to hand, and they could almost feel each other's breath.
"Look," said Malfoy, stooping to pick up something in the grass, "look what that fool dropped."
He held the memory ball up high for all to see.
"Put it down, Malfoy." Harry rushed to grab it.
The people of Slytherin immediately blocked the front. At this time, the students of the two colleges were full of gunpowder, so they confronted each other, and a conflict was about to break out.
With a flick of his wand, the MacGuffin levitated the memory ball into the air with a Levitation Charm.
Malfoy rode directly on the flying broom and snatched it away again, and said contemptuously in the sky not far from the McGuffin, "McGuffin, it seems that you troll can't fly."
The Slytherin next to him also burst out laughing.
"Malfoy, I think you're forgetting something... isn't your tutu flying with you in the air?" McGuffin said mockingly.
Malfoy's face darkened, and he said with an ugly smirk, "You can only talk about it, if you have the ability to get on your broomstick and get it? Oh, I forgot—you have to grab the broomstick first!"
"Come and get it if you have the ability? Gryffindors are just a bunch of cowards, don't you think so, Potter?" Malfoy taunted on a tree in front of the Gryffindor students, riding a broom and turning around Potter's head.
"No, Harry, imagine Mrs. Hooch's words. Besides, you haven't formally learned to fly a broomstick yet?" Hermione wanted to stop.
Harry grabbed his broom straight away and shot straight into the sky with ease, chasing Malfoy through the sky.
Although McGuffin disapproved of this way of riding a broom, he still felt a little envious of flying in the sky.
This damned unreasonable magical talent, how can one be so proficient at first hand, watching Harry being as nimble and quick as a bird in the angel.McGuffin felt sour.
Several collisions between Harry and Malfoy caused the little wizards below to scream and scream.
Finally, amidst the screams of Professor McGonagall and Mrs. Hooch rushing over (Neville also walked over with a pale face), Harry dived fifty feet into the air, stopped a foot from the ground, and caught the crystal ball thrown by Malfoy.
"Harry Potter!"
"All my years at school—never—"
Professor McGonagall was speechless in astonishment, "How dare you—you'd break your neck—"
(No, he won't, Voldemort has been trying to do that for seven years, Professor McGonagall!) McGuffin rolled his eyes and groaned.
"It wasn't his fault, Professor—"
"Shut up, Miss Patil"
"That's my memory ball—"
"Thank you, Harry."
Neville ran over in a hurry, thanked Harry non-stop, and turned around with the crystal ball to Professor McGonagall, wanting to explain to Harry.
"Professor, Malfoy—"
"Come on, Mr. Longbottom. Well, I'll take care of it. Potter, come with me."
Malfoy, his squire, and the Slytherin crowd all looked smug.
Before leaving, Professor McGonagall turned to Malfoy and said, "As for you, Mr. Malfoy, I think you also need to give me a reasonable explanation why you are holding Longbottom's memory ball. If you can't give a reasonable explanation, Slytherin will deduct 10 points."
After she finished speaking, she strode towards the castle, and Harry followed mechanically, looking as if he was facing an enemy.
Seeing Malfoy's gradually frozen face, Ron felt much better, but he was still very worried about Harry's situation.
After such a incident happened, Mrs. Hooch changed the practice into theoretical teaching. The students got together and listened to her tell some interesting stories about the broomstick, such as the specific operation method and history of the broomstick, the rules of the Quidditch game, and the development process.
"Harry... won't be expelled?!" Ron said worriedly to McGuffin next to him.
"No." McGuffin said with a smile, "That's the famous Harry Potter. If we did something like that, we would probably have our wands broken on the spot. Imagine how your family would react..."
"Very likely!" Ron was amused by the scene described by McGuffin, "My mother will come from home and wring my neck..."
"This kind of thing is not funny." Hermione leaned over from the side and said sharply, "Harry almost broke his neck, but if Malfoy didn't do what he did, it wouldn't have happened..."
"Sorry it's all because of me..."
Neville looked apologetic.
"Even Malfoy is fine, and there is a high probability that Harry will..." Hermione comforted Neville.
"—to become a Quidditch player." McGuffin took over Hermione's words, "It is estimated that Professor McGonagall saw Harry's talent in Quidditch and directly recruited him to the team."
(Hermione looked at McGuffin with a look of disgust at this time, expressing that she didn't believe this guy who was talking nonsense)
"Don't be kidding me!" Ron smiled and expressed disbelief.
Thank you for your support!
(End of this chapter)
