Chapter 82 An Accident in Flying Lesson

Amidst the noise, chatter and laughter, the first flying lesson at Hogwarts finally began.

Madam Hooch, with short gray hair, came in front of the little wizard.

She quickly scanned the scene with her eagle-like yellow eyes and said, "Okay, what are you waiting for? Everyone stand next to a flying broom, quickly, quickly, hurry up."

Without any opening remarks, Madam Hooch started the teaching process in her own unique way.

When the little wizards stood beside their brooms, Madam Hooch issued her next instruction: "Stretch out your right hand, place it above the broom, and shout: Get up!"

"Get up!" The little wizards followed suit.

There is no doubt that Yang Tian succeeded in one try. How could he not succeed? Flying a broomstick is also one of Nightmare's regular training subjects.

Back then, he relied on the intelligent computer's superb computing power, precise magic control, and magical perception beyond that of ordinary people to become the No. 1 in Nightmare Flying Technology. This was tested by war.

It’s just that he has never been fond of riding on a flying broom, thinking it’s very low, which is why he has a special liking for Tengyun.

But Yang Tian's behavior obviously hit Hermione again. The little witch with the title of know-it-all was looking at Yang Tian with resentment.

Yang Tian was also helpless, and quickly comforted her: "Hermione, don't look at me like that, you know, I just took a few steps ahead of you. I already knew how to use a broomstick before I entered Hogwarts."

Hermione was helpless, and still answered with resentment: "Don't keep giving me the same words. Sometimes I even doubt that you didn't just take a few steps ahead, you were already at the top of the mountain."

Yang Tian held his forehead and said, "Stop joking. The world of magic is vast and there is no peak. If I answer the most questions among the first-year students, you are the second. If you don't have confidence, how can others get by? Try again, maybe it will work next time."

Hermione was still very pleased with Yang Tian's words. The corners of her mouth could not help but curl up, and she shouted again: "Get up."

The broom still made no sound.

The corners of Hermione's mouth twitched involuntarily. She tried again and again, but the result was the same.

Now Hermione was angry and shouted again in a rage: "Get up."

This time the broom finally rolled over a few times in response.

Hermione was really shocked. Did she really not have the talent for flying? She could not help but stare at Yang Tian with a pair of pitiful eyes.

In fact, when Hermione failed repeatedly, Yang Tian had already been looking inward and sensing the changes in the magic around him, and now he had a general idea of ​​where the problem lies.

"Hermione, pay attention to your hands. You are communicating directly with the broom with your will. The correct method is to use your palm as a transfer station..." Yang Tian began to carefully guide Hermione based on his own observations. Soon, she succeeded.

Hermione couldn't help but smile a winner. Sometimes, having Yang Tian was still very sweet.

Padma seemed to be very talented in flying, and succeeded after a few attempts alone. Only Neville was so anxious that he was sweating all over. Yang Tian hurried over to help...

In the end, all the little wizards mastered how to hold the broom correctly, which made Madam Hooch praise her greatly.

Next, Ms. Huo Qi began to guide everyone in the test flight.

After a demonstration, Madam Hooch said, "Okay, when I blow the whistle, you push off the ground with your legs. Push hard. Hold the broom steady, rise a few feet, then lean forward slightly and drop straight back to the ground. Do you understand?"

After receiving everyone's affirmative response, Ms. Huo Qi gave the order: "Listen to my whistle, three... two..."

Before he could finish his words, he saw Neville floating up into the air at an extremely fast speed. In a moment he had reached a height of ten feet and was still rising.

"Mr. Longbottom, you should pay attention to the instructions before acting. Come down immediately." Madam Hooch said dissatisfiedly.

Yang Tian couldn't help but sighed, because he remembered the experience of Neville having an accident during flying class in the original book. So he had repeatedly reminded Neville not to be nervous and to obey instructions, but the accident still happened.

But Neville cried out in panic: "Professor, hurry up and save me, my broom is broken, I can't even hold on to the ground..."

When Ms. Huo Qi heard this, she was struck by lightning.

At this time, Neville had already flown to a height of 30 feet, which was quite fast.

She quickly grabbed the flying broom from the student next to her and was about to fly, but suddenly she discovered that a figure had already shot up into the sky like an arrow at an incredibly fast speed.

"No, Mr. Yang Tian, ​​come down quickly. This is not a joke. This is very dangerous." Ms. Huo Qi shouted hurriedly.

But Yang Tian, ​​who was anxious to rescue Neville, didn't care about all that. He slightly adjusted the angle of the broom and moved forward at full speed. In just a few breaths, he had flown to Neville's side.

At this time, Neville was already limp from fear. The height of 60 feet made him feel that he was about to die.

He looked around in panic, but saw Yang Tian's figure approaching him from bottom to top at a very fast speed. How could he not be ecstatic?

Neville was so excited that he actually cried out loud, but he was not careful, his hand slipped and he fell down.

The crowd watching below exclaimed in surprise when they saw this scene.

Yang Tian was still sprinting upwards, but he saw Neville had instantly fallen below him, which made Yang Tian break out in a cold sweat. In desperation, Yang Tian had to use the Marcel spin.

The broom that was originally flying upwards did a 180-degree somersault and instantly rushed downwards at a speed as fast as lightning. This was the fastest turning method Yang Tian could think of.

The next second, Yang Tian rushed to the rapidly falling Neville. Just in case, Yang Tian reached out and directly hugged Neville under the armpits and lifted him up. This little fat boy was really heavy. Even though Yang Tian had been through strict training since he was a child, he was still under a lot of pressure.

Neville was extremely excited. He thought he would be killed today or even die. But in the end, it was Yang Tian who saved him again.

In excitement, the little fat boy grabbed Yang Tian’s arm with his claws and teeth, crying even louder, and began to speak incoherently: “Heaven, I thought I was dead, I knew you would save me... Wuuuu... Thanks to you..."

But before he could finish his words, Neville suddenly shouted in regret: "Oh, no... my, my memory ball..."

However, Neville's movements were too big, and he accidentally threw the memory ball in his wizard robe out. The memory ball drew a beautiful arc and fell rapidly into the distance.

Yang Tian was helpless. It was really one problem after another.

Yang Tian, ​​who knew the importance of the memory ball to Neville, quickly comforted him: "Neville, relax, trust me, and leave the rest to me."

After hearing Yang Tian's words, Neville felt inexplicably at ease and actually calmed down.

Yang Tian was very pleased to see this. He quickly accelerated and sprinted vertically downwards with all his strength.

Everyone was excited to see Yang Tian had already lifted Neville, but Yang Tian suddenly dropped down at a faster speed, which scared the little guys. Everyone dodged in all directions, and a large area was cleared in the direction of the flying broom.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, the flying broom has rushed over and seems to be about to sink into the mud.

Madam Hooch's face turned pale and she stood there in a daze. Many young wizards could no longer bear to watch and closed their eyes tightly.

But Yang Tian lifted the broom handle with force, and the flying broom stopped less than one meter from the ground.

Seeing this, Madam Hooch couldn't help but exclaimed: "Wow, perfect Wronsky feint!"

Yang Tian had no time to care about anything else. After putting Neville down, he immediately adjusted the direction and flew out at high speed on his flying broom. His movements were so free and unrestrained that countless little wizards exclaimed.

When he came back again, he was holding the transparent memory ball in his hand.

Yang Tian handed over the memory ball with a smile on his face: "Fortunately, I got there in time and it didn't fall to the ground."

Neville took the memory ball and his eyes turned red again. He had a lot to say, but he couldn't say anything. He just gave Yang Tian a tight bear hug and patted Yang Tian's back with his palms.

This scene moved everyone present, and suddenly, cheers broke out...