Chapter 32: No talent for flying? Tamed by force!

It can be said that all the courses in Hogwarts.

Flying lessons were the thing that interested Erwin the least.

Erwin thinks divination is better than this thing.

Erwin really couldn't understand the joy of sitting on a broom.

Come to the open space outside the greenhouse.

The course hasn't started yet.

But quite a few students from Slytherin and Gryffindor houses have already gathered.

Every little wizard had excitement on his face.

Flying is indeed the lifelong dream of mankind.

When we talk about God, it seems that no matter how big or small, everyone will be happy.

I saw Erwin coming.

The young wizards who were actively discussing fell into a strange silence.

Erwin ignored that.

Instead, he came to Malfoy.

He frowned at Malfoy.

Malfoy swallowed.

I feel a little afraid.

"You, what are you doing! My dad is the school director! Don't mess around!"

Erwin smiled.

What the hell, this kid can’t speak without his dad?

Erwin said, "Malfoy! Draco Malfoy! I think I need to tell you something! I don't care what you are like at home, or whether your father is a school director or not! You are in Slytherin, so your words and deeds are also the face of Slytherin! I hope you think about your own identity! Pure-blood families are never continued by blood! Instead, they are passed down from generation to generation! The reason you have the status you have today is not because of your platinum hair, but because of the ancestors of your family! So, whether it is for Slytherin or for your family! Pay attention to your manners. Nobility is never just something you say! But it's something you say and do!"

Malfoy lowered his head and dared not speak.

He wanted to refute, but he felt that what Erwin said was quite right.

Of course the most important thing is that he didn't dare to talk back.

Erwin looked around at the other Slytherin students.

"Today, I'm not just talking about Malfoy! I'm talking about you as well! Don't bring shame to Slytherin, and don't bring shame to your family! Don't act like a reckless lion every day! Remember, you are Slytherin!"

The Slytherin students may not be able to listen to other words, but as long as they are compared with the Gryffindor students.

Then they will be very active and obedient.

The little wizards bowed slightly.

"Yes, Prefect!"

Erwin nodded in satisfaction.

Turning around, I saw a group of little lions glaring at each other.

Erwin looked at Ron.

"Look at you!"

Ron was confused.

What about the elegance you promised?

Where is the manners you promised?

How do you curse?

Ron wanted to retort, but he found that Alvin had a wand in his hand.

Ron could only lower his head in grievance.

I felt a little angry.

Everyone was glaring at each other, why are you scolding me?

Erwin rolled his eyes at Ron.

He didn't know why, but he just felt uncomfortable when he saw Ron.

He was made to swear.

What a sin, what a sin.

Ron deserved to die for affecting Cavendish's demeanor.

Erwin saw Madam Hooch walking towards him in the distance.

There were tattered brooms floating around.

Erwin clapped his hands.

"Alright! Class is about to start! Everyone find your seats and stand still!"

The Slytherins sprang into action.

Soon, the queue was completed.

In contrast are the little lions.

They were like herding sheep, it was a mess.

Madam Hooch also saw this.

I have to sigh, when it comes to discipline, we have to look to Slytherin.

Madam Hooch flicked her wand.

Brooms were scattered and laid at the feet of every little wizard.

Madam Hooch said, "Okay! Children, let's get ready for your first flying lesson at Hogwarts!"

After hearing this, the faces of the little wizards, whether from Slytherin or Gryffindor, were filled with excitement.

Madam Hooch's mouth curled up.

This was not the first time she had seen such a scene.

This is the case for every little wizard taking his first flying lesson.

Madam Hooch said, "Before that, I want to see how talented you are at flying! Do you see the brooms at your feet? Put your right hands on the brooms and shout Up!"

Madam Hooch finished.

There was a little wizard who couldn't hold back.

"Up!"

The first call.

Alvin discovered that only the broom at Harry Potter's feet flew directly into the air.

There was a hint of surprise in Madam Hooch's eyes as she looked at Harry Potter.

The broom next to Malfoy's feet flew into the air for a distance and then landed on the ground.

As for the other little wizards, including Erwin.

The broom at his feet looked dead.

No response.

Malfoy watched as Harry Potter succeeded for once.

His eyes were full of dissatisfaction.

"Up!"

Shouted again.

This time the broom flew straight into Malfoy's hands.

Malfoy glanced at Harry Potter with pride.

Harry Potter rolled his eyes in response.

Most of the other little wizards also got it right after trying three or four times.

Only Erwin.

The broom at his feet didn't move at all.

Erwin's face darkened.

So, if the talent is not displayed on the system panel, it means that there is no talent at all?

Erwin looked at the broom on the ground.

"I'll give you one more chance! Otherwise, I'll make you one of the fuels for today's fireplace!"

Madam Hooch said quickly, "Mr. Erwin, you shouldn't be like this! You need to be gentle and show some affection!"

However, Madam Hooch hadn't finished her words yet.

The broom on the ground flew directly into Alvin's hands.

Madam Hooch was a little confused.

Erwin said: "It seems that these magical products sometimes require some special means!"

Madam Hooch's mouth twitched slightly.

She had nothing to say.

She had never seen such a scene before.

After Erwin succeeded, there was only one person left who had not succeeded.

Ron Weasley.

I saw that everyone's eyes were focused on me.

Ron felt his face getting hot.

He wants to attract attention, but he doesn't want to attract attention like this.

Thinking of the method Erwin used just now.

Ron thought he could use it, too.

So, he imitated it exactly.

However, things turned out to be beyond Ron's expectations.

His broom is obviously a hard nut to crack.

After being threatened.

The broom is just like the broom handle.

A stick hit Ron directly in the face.

In an instant, a red mark appeared on Ron's nose.

Ron covered his nose and wailed in pain.

The little wizards around were laughing with joy.

Madam Hooch said worriedly, "Do we need to go to the infirmary?"

Ron shook his head

He didn't want to miss his flying lesson.

Madam Hooch didn't say much.

"Alright! Now sit astride your brooms, hold on to them tightly, and when my whistle sounds, push off the ground hard! Then steady yourself and land slowly! Do you understand?"