Chapter 20 I suspect I got on the wrong bus

In addition to being born with the gift of flight, no creature can learn the ability to fly later in life. Of course, if you're a wizard, that sentence is bullshit.

But even so, Wright had never heard of any wizard who invented a spell that allowed wizards to fly directly in human form without using any tools. However, it is not as difficult as imagined to make a person fly. The only methods that Wright can think of so far are levitating spells and...well, knocking people away...

cough! That's too far.

Flying has been people's dream since ancient times, and this is no exception in the wizarding world. Except for some wizards who can master the ultimate secret of transformation: Animagus, and his or her own Animagus form is an animal with wings and flying, no wizard can directly use the human body Make a flight.

It is precisely because of this demand that people in the wizarding world began to look for ways to make themselves fly. Thus, the flying broomstick was born.

According to records, the world's earliest flying broomstick was born around 962 BC. During this period, a German manuscript wrote that three warlocks got off the broomstick. (This is really recorded, not a wizard, but a warlock...)

The oldest existing broomstick from modern times is collected in the Quidditch Museum in London. It is a thick wooden stick that has not been polished in any way. It is lumpy and has a few hazelnuts casually tied to one end. twigs that are neither comfortable nor aerodynamic. The spells cast on it are pretty basic: it just flies forward at one speed, never rises, falls, or pauses.

Wright looked at the broomstick drawn on the parchment in silence. He didn't know whether it was Ladis Boothby's poor drawing skills or whether the first broomstick really looked like this. Anyway... ...It's hard to describe in words... The previous description was so professional. In Wright's words, the bench he made for the first time by hand was a hundred times better than this damn thing!

What a broomstick! It's just a thicker stick with several thinner sticks tied to one end. Wright threw the manuscript aside and lay on the bed tiredly.

Felicia, who was originally lying on the bed to rest, was thrown into the air by Wright's action of throwing herself onto the bed, and then landed on all fours in a daze. Felicia woke up with a start and raised her back, making alert meows from time to time.

"Alright! Felicia!" Wright held Felicia in his arms and ran one hand along its back to the back of its destiny's neck. With a slight squeeze, Felicia immediately calmed down.

Wright petted the cat while recalling what Radice had written on the manuscript. Ladis Boothby was the real maker of the Broomstick Moon Dream he had just bought for fifty galleons, and he was also the father of the middle-aged man who was hawking on the stage.

But it was obvious that little Boothby had no intention of inheriting the family business, and he didn't care at all about Ladis. Wright bought the big black box from him in the morning. When he opened it after lunch, he discovered that it was actually the place where Ladis used to work.

In other words, this big black box is actually the production workshop of Moon Dream. According to the market price, the value of such a large ordinary suitcase is at least twenty galleons, not to mention that this is the manufacturing workshop of Moon Dream, which has left its name in history!

Wright let go of Felicia in his arms, and then she quickly jumped to the side and stayed with Fat Head. Then, Wright turned over on the bed and buried his head into the pillow.

He originally thought that making something like a flying broomstick would be quite difficult, but after just reading Radice's manuscript for a short while, Wright discovered that his previous guess was completely wrong. Generally speaking, every family in the wizarding world will have more or less experience in making their own broomsticks. It is precisely because of different manufacturers that these broomsticks will have certain differences in terms of speed, comfort, craftsmanship, etc.

It wasn't until the twelfth century that wizards finally learned to barter, and from that time on, the overall quality of broomsticks began to slowly improve.

Just like the Moon Dream that is currently leaning on Wright's bedside, this is a work born in the mid-to-late 20th century, with impeccable style and craftsmanship. The broom handle is slender, mainly black, streamlined, and extremely exquisite; each broom twig at the tail has been specially rendered silvery white, and the top of the black broom handle is also carved with a small silver crescent. The mark indicates the name of Moon Dream.

That night, someone saw a small figure riding a broom flying past in the middle of the silver-white moon disk. The tail of the broom almost merged with the moon.

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The days are passing by and we are quickly approaching the end of August. In the remaining days of August, on the one hand, because it was approaching the start time of Hogwarts, Diagon Alley was crowded with students who came to buy supplies for the school year; on the other hand, because they got Radice's Moon While Dream was working on the manuscript, Wright rarely left Room 9. Even during daily meals, Wright asked his boss Tom to send them to the room upstairs.

However, Wright occasionally went to the Muggle bookstore next to the Leaky Cauldron to buy some books, especially books on aerodynamics. Although Radice wrote in his manuscript how to make the broomstick smoother and how to polish it to make the broomstick fly faster, Wright felt that science was more reliable in this regard.

During this time, Wright also tried to make several smaller broomsticks, similar to the children's version. However, apart from their friendly appearance, these broomsticks are almost useless, and even their most important flying function is intermittent. To put it bluntly, these little broomsticks are just sticks with a thick end and a thin end.

Therefore, there is no first work that must be retained. Taking it as a ritual of memory, Wright smiled and used the shadow energy to dismantle all these small brooms, and then threw them into the fireplace in the room, burning them all. Became ashes.

On September 1st, Wright woke up at 7:20 and got out of bed at 7:25, which was nearly an hour and a half earlier than his average time to get up during the summer vacation. After all, today is the day to go to Hogwarts, so Wright is inevitably a little excited.

Before going out, Wright checked the box and the Mok Bag again to see if Moon Dream and Ladis Production Workshop were inside. After checking to see if Fat Head's cage was closed, Wright immediately left Room 9 with Felicia in his arms. When they finished breakfast on the first floor and left the Leaky Cauldron, it was already close to eight o'clock.

It was almost ten o'clock when Wright arrived at King's Cross Station.

At a quarter past ten, Wright crossed platform nine and three-quarters.

At half past ten, Wright sat down in an empty box near the back of the Hogwarts Express.

At ten forty-five, a person opened the door of the box. She was a girl with black hair and black eyes.

Wright thought he might be on a train to George Herritt High School.