Chapter 28 Inspiration from Flying Lessons
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He Dian Bai Kai Shui
"Thank you, because of you..."
Suer left the principal's office with a full load. In addition, he also had an extra book and a roll of parchment in his hand.
The parchment was given to Dumbledore by Sull during the second half of the small class, and a lot of notes were scrawled on it.
Dumbledore took the book from the back of the bookshelf and lent it to Soul to read.
"Return this book to me after you finish reading it. Its author has already gone to see Mr. Merlin a long time ago. It is an only copy."
"Okay, Principal." Suer cherished the book that was about to fall apart in his arms.
In the principal's room, Dumbledore sighed softly as he watched Soul's cheerful figure disappear.
"His talent is even greater than that of his parents. What do you think, Fox?"
Fox raised his head and chirped softly, seeming to agree.
"Actually, what I appreciate most is not his talent." Dumbledore covered the warm feathers of the phoenix with his big hands, "but his warm heart."
"Family..."
"Ariana..." Dumbledore raised his hand and wiped the corners of his eyes, his sigh gradually deepened and disappeared.
Several informed principals cast sympathetic glances at him in the portrait.
……
On the fourth floor of the castle, in the library.
"What? What did you say?" Hermione suddenly stood up from the table, her round eyes widening even further.
"Ahem." Mrs. Pings cast a cold and sinister look and coughed slightly to remind her.
"You mean, just now..." Hermione suddenly wilted upon hearing the reminder and lowered her voice, "Professor Dumbledore gave you a Transfiguration class?"
Looking at Hermione, whose eyes were shining excitedly in front of him, Soul carefully spread the books and parchment in his arms on the table and raised his eyebrows.
"More than that, he lets me ask him any questions I have about transformation."
"Great, why didn't you call me?" Hermione opened the book carefully and complained involuntarily, "Hogwarts - it was mentioned in a school history that Principal Dumbledore was the principal before he became the principal. He’s the professor in charge of transfiguration.”
"I actually went to the eighth floor to relax. I didn't know that the principal's office was actually on the eighth floor." Suer shrugged, "However, I have a new idea about how to superimpose deformations."
"This is what Professor Dumbledore told me. There is a little trick in it. Remember the red-haired Auror lady? That's what she did. If there is plenty of time, we don't have to be there at once..."
"Go and give it a try?" After listening for a while, Hermione nodded clearly and raised her chin towards Soul.
"Let's go." Suer said calmly. "But after dinner, I will put the book back in the dormitory first. Professor Dumbledore told me that this is an only copy, so I must be careful."
Dinner was eaten at the Hufflepuff long table. Hermione sat next to Soul, and her little mouth kept coming up with various ideas while stuffing food into her mouth.
Hermione started brainstorming, her face flushed, she finished the rice on the plate as quickly as possible, took a sip of pumpkin juice, and began to urge Sol slowly.
"Hurry up! Don't even dare to rest like this."
"Time is tight and the task is heavy! Hurry, hurry, hurry."
Sol ignored the strange or ambiguous expressions of the little badgers around him, regarded Hermione's voice as a breath of fresh air, finished his dinner at his own pace, and then followed the eager Hermione out of the auditorium.
"Bang." A huge noise sounded in the empty classroom on the second floor, and Soul quickly pulled Hermione away to prevent her from being accidentally injured by the flying wooden blocks.
"How could it fail?" Hermione stared blankly at the disappearing horse and the chair that had turned into a pile of rotten wood, and murmured, "This should be feasible."
"Try again, don't be in a hurry." Suer comforted, "Dumbledore said my idea was right, we need a little patience."
Not far from Sur's side, there were more rotten wood. Obviously, he had failed many times.
Soul and Hermione were both able to transform a chair into a horse, but the difficulty of transforming a horn on top of the horse's head was more than one notch higher. The result was obvious, and none of them succeeded.
"It's you again!" Filch stood at the door with a gloomy face, interrupting Hermione and Soul in the discussion.
Filch looked around at the messy scene in the classroom, resisted the urge to lock the two young wizards in front of him into the castle dungeon, and was forced to accept Hermione and Soul's apology.
There was no way, Hermione Su had a note specially approved by Professor McGonagall, and she did not violate school rules.
"Clean up the classroom! Otherwise, I don't mind asking Professor McGonagall to take back the note in your hands."
Filch finally left the classroom angrily with his cat.
Sur sighed and gathered the pile of rotten wood aside. He planned to try to open the Room of Requirement again in the next few days. Now he could appear openly on the eighth floor of the castle.
Headmaster Dumbledore's shield is an excellent reason.
A few days later, Hermione and Soul's practice seemed to have reached a bottleneck. They had successfully conjured a horn on the top of the horse's head, but the horn only lasted for a while before it collapsed. Then came the explosion of wooden chairs.
Several classrooms were left in a mess by Hermione and Soul, and Filch's patience seemed to have reached its limit.
He succeeded. Professor McGonagall found Soul after a Transfiguration class, but the note was not taken back.
Professor McGonagall just gently reminded him if he could reduce the frequency of practice, at least to give Mr. Filch time to clean up the classroom.
Another flying lesson.
"Remember, hold the front of the broom with both hands, and push evenly with both feet when pushing on the ground." Mrs. Huo Qi's sharp voice echoed over the lawn.
A group of little wizards rode crookedly on broomsticks, trying hard to keep themselves from falling while floating in the air.
Flying is a technical job, and Soul had to put his thoughts behind for the time being.
"That's it. Then, lower your bodies and give the broom a command to fly forward." Mrs. Huo Qi walked back and forth.
"Did you see the tree with the sign in front of you? Today you have to fly there and back again. If you don't fall off the broom in the middle, you will succeed."
"Remember Mr. Longbottom's lesson, don't use too much force when taking off."
Mrs. Huo Qi's words caused a low laugh, but she scolded her.
The little wizards hurriedly began to control the brooms in their hands, moving forward and backward in twos and threes. From time to time, there were screams from people accidentally falling off the broomstick.
"Balance! I have said it many times, let your body, broom, and your arms form a stable triangle!..." Mrs. Huo Qi's voice rang again.
The sharp sound made Sur's head buzz, but it flashed through his mind like a bolt of lightning.
"correct!"
"balance!"
"Bang." There was a soft sound, and the distracted Suer came into close contact with the lawn. The wizard's robe was stained with mud and grass clippings, and he was a little embarrassed, but a smile was on his face.
Suer left the principal's office with a full load. In addition, he also had an extra book and a roll of parchment in his hand.
The parchment was given to Dumbledore by Sull during the second half of the small class, and a lot of notes were scrawled on it.
Dumbledore took the book from the back of the bookshelf and lent it to Soul to read.
"Return this book to me after you finish reading it. Its author has already gone to see Mr. Merlin a long time ago. It is an only copy."
"Okay, Principal." Suer cherished the book that was about to fall apart in his arms.
In the principal's room, Dumbledore sighed softly as he watched Soul's cheerful figure disappear.
"His talent is even greater than that of his parents. What do you think, Fox?"
Fox raised his head and chirped softly, seeming to agree.
"Actually, what I appreciate most is not his talent." Dumbledore covered the warm feathers of the phoenix with his big hands, "but his warm heart."
"Family..."
"Ariana..." Dumbledore raised his hand and wiped the corners of his eyes, his sigh gradually deepened and disappeared.
Several informed principals cast sympathetic glances at him in the portrait.
……
On the fourth floor of the castle, in the library.
"What? What did you say?" Hermione suddenly stood up from the table, her round eyes widening even further.
"Ahem." Mrs. Pings cast a cold and sinister look and coughed slightly to remind her.
"You mean, just now..." Hermione suddenly wilted upon hearing the reminder and lowered her voice, "Professor Dumbledore gave you a Transfiguration class?"
Looking at Hermione, whose eyes were shining excitedly in front of him, Soul carefully spread the books and parchment in his arms on the table and raised his eyebrows.
"More than that, he lets me ask him any questions I have about transformation."
"Great, why didn't you call me?" Hermione opened the book carefully and complained involuntarily, "Hogwarts - it was mentioned in a school history that Principal Dumbledore was the principal before he became the principal. He’s the professor in charge of transfiguration.”
"I actually went to the eighth floor to relax. I didn't know that the principal's office was actually on the eighth floor." Suer shrugged, "However, I have a new idea about how to superimpose deformations."
"This is what Professor Dumbledore told me. There is a little trick in it. Remember the red-haired Auror lady? That's what she did. If there is plenty of time, we don't have to be there at once..."
"Go and give it a try?" After listening for a while, Hermione nodded clearly and raised her chin towards Soul.
"Let's go." Suer said calmly. "But after dinner, I will put the book back in the dormitory first. Professor Dumbledore told me that this is an only copy, so I must be careful."
Dinner was eaten at the Hufflepuff long table. Hermione sat next to Soul, and her little mouth kept coming up with various ideas while stuffing food into her mouth.
Hermione started brainstorming, her face flushed, she finished the rice on the plate as quickly as possible, took a sip of pumpkin juice, and began to urge Sol slowly.
"Hurry up! Don't even dare to rest like this."
"Time is tight and the task is heavy! Hurry, hurry, hurry."
Sol ignored the strange or ambiguous expressions of the little badgers around him, regarded Hermione's voice as a breath of fresh air, finished his dinner at his own pace, and then followed the eager Hermione out of the auditorium.
"Bang." A huge noise sounded in the empty classroom on the second floor, and Soul quickly pulled Hermione away to prevent her from being accidentally injured by the flying wooden blocks.
"How could it fail?" Hermione stared blankly at the disappearing horse and the chair that had turned into a pile of rotten wood, and murmured, "This should be feasible."
"Try again, don't be in a hurry." Suer comforted, "Dumbledore said my idea was right, we need a little patience."
Not far from Sur's side, there were more rotten wood. Obviously, he had failed many times.
Soul and Hermione were both able to transform a chair into a horse, but the difficulty of transforming a horn on top of the horse's head was more than one notch higher. The result was obvious, and none of them succeeded.
"It's you again!" Filch stood at the door with a gloomy face, interrupting Hermione and Soul in the discussion.
Filch looked around at the messy scene in the classroom, resisted the urge to lock the two young wizards in front of him into the castle dungeon, and was forced to accept Hermione and Soul's apology.
There was no way, Hermione Su had a note specially approved by Professor McGonagall, and she did not violate school rules.
"Clean up the classroom! Otherwise, I don't mind asking Professor McGonagall to take back the note in your hands."
Filch finally left the classroom angrily with his cat.
Sur sighed and gathered the pile of rotten wood aside. He planned to try to open the Room of Requirement again in the next few days. Now he could appear openly on the eighth floor of the castle.
Headmaster Dumbledore's shield is an excellent reason.
A few days later, Hermione and Soul's practice seemed to have reached a bottleneck. They had successfully conjured a horn on the top of the horse's head, but the horn only lasted for a while before it collapsed. Then came the explosion of wooden chairs.
Several classrooms were left in a mess by Hermione and Soul, and Filch's patience seemed to have reached its limit.
He succeeded. Professor McGonagall found Soul after a Transfiguration class, but the note was not taken back.
Professor McGonagall just gently reminded him if he could reduce the frequency of practice, at least to give Mr. Filch time to clean up the classroom.
Another flying lesson.
"Remember, hold the front of the broom with both hands, and push evenly with both feet when pushing on the ground." Mrs. Huo Qi's sharp voice echoed over the lawn.
A group of little wizards rode crookedly on broomsticks, trying hard to keep themselves from falling while floating in the air.
Flying is a technical job, and Soul had to put his thoughts behind for the time being.
"That's it. Then, lower your bodies and give the broom a command to fly forward." Mrs. Huo Qi walked back and forth.
"Did you see the tree with the sign in front of you? Today you have to fly there and back again. If you don't fall off the broom in the middle, you will succeed."
"Remember Mr. Longbottom's lesson, don't use too much force when taking off."
Mrs. Huo Qi's words caused a low laugh, but she scolded her.
The little wizards hurriedly began to control the brooms in their hands, moving forward and backward in twos and threes. From time to time, there were screams from people accidentally falling off the broomstick.
"Balance! I have said it many times, let your body, broom, and your arms form a stable triangle!..." Mrs. Huo Qi's voice rang again.
The sharp sound made Sur's head buzz, but it flashed through his mind like a bolt of lightning.
"correct!"
"balance!"
"Bang." There was a soft sound, and the distracted Suer came into close contact with the lawn. The wizard's robe was stained with mud and grass clippings, and he was a little embarrassed, but a smile was on his face.
