Chapter 12： Flight lesson

All weekends, Ryan was called by Hermione to read books in the library except for a circle around the Black Lake on Saturday morning. Originally, Ryan didn't want to go, but after observing it in the common room for a few days, he found that the entertainment projects in the wizarding world were nothing more than chess and card projects or Quidditch. For Ryan, who passed through the information age, it was really boring. In contrast, various magic books are more interesting.

In addition to reading books, Ryan sat by the fire in the common room on the evening of the holiday and chatted with classmates. Sometimes, some students will ask for homework, and Ryan will help them patiently.

While helping his classmates, Ryan finally knew why the professors were so angry when they were correcting their assignments. Some people copied the original text from large sections of textbooks, and some people had no logical logic in front and back paragraphs. The most extreme, even when the number of words in the deformed class assignments was not enough, followed by a potion lesson assignment. Not to mention a lot of grammatical and spelling mistakes that Ryan didn't make much in his life.

Can only say that the Hogwarts teachers are very good-tempered. If he is replaced as a teacher, he will definitely take a few speculations and swell his paws.

Looking at the eyes of classmates praying like small animals, the soft-hearted Ryan can only sigh in silence. A little bit of inspiration to these little guys to write homework, and teach them the format of writing papers in previous life.

However, on Sunday night. Ryan also firmly rejected the request of individual students to copy homework.

The day passed, and Ryan slowly established an image of a principled good man among his classmates in Gryffindor. Of course, at the same time, the image of Hermione Granger is a little solitary. Ryan once hinted to Hermione about this problem several times, but unfortunately she still went her own way.

After more than a month after the semester started, a notice was posted in Gryffindor's public lounge, and the flight class was about to begin on Thursday-Gryffindor students were to take classes with Slytherin students. Apart from being a bit frustrating to play with Slytherin, the other news is quite exciting.

Within a few days after the notice was posted, everyone from the wizarding family chattered about Quidditch, except Neville Longbottom. Ryan listened to many stories, but he couldn't understand the fun of Quidditch.

However, Ryan also learned from classmates ’chats that every few years, there will always be one or two little wizards who are forced to apply for exemption due to insurmountable fear of heights, and then be treated as a coward in the courtyard. He prayed silently, hoping that he would not be a member of these bad luck.

In everyone's heated discussion, it was time for Thursday. During breakfast in the morning, Hermione kept talking about some of the flight instructions she saw from a library collection called Quidditch Traceability. Everyone except Neville was bored by her chatter.

Looking at this situation, Ryan made a quiet gesture to Hermione. "It's actually the same as swimming. The theory is not useful any more. The most important thing is to try it." Hermione opened her mouth, as if to refute something. But the owl's letter interrupted what she was about to say.

Neville's grandma sent her a memory ball. The result was almost robbed by Malfoy, but fortunately Professor McGonagall came quickly to deal with the matter.

At 3:30 in the afternoon, the first-year students of Gryffindor and Slytherin came to the former venue to prepare for their first flight class. The weather is good and it is a good day for flying.

There are dozens of flying brooms neatly arranged on the ground. I heard from the seniors that these brooms are old, and even a few can be regarded as antiques.

Lane glanced at the broom. As a result, it was found that many broom branches had fallen a lot, and the end of the hand was also glowed by the warmth of the disc. The situation of these brooms seems worrying.

Their teacher Mrs. Huo Qi is here. She has short gray hair and yellow eyes, like the eyes of an eagle. It is a very capable lady.

"Okay, what are you guys waiting for?" She snapped. "Everyone stands beside a flying broom. Quick, quick, hurry up."

When everyone stands. Mrs. Huo Qi shouted in front: "Extend your right hand, put it on the broomstick, and then say:‘ Get up! ’”

"Get up!" A messy voice was heard.

Less than one-fifth of the brooms followed the instructions. Obviously Ryan was four-fifths, and his broom just rolled on the ground.

Fortunately, after a dozen times of repeated shouting, the broom finally jumped into his hand.

Next, Mrs. Huo Qi showed them how to ride a broom without sliding down. Ryan takes it very seriously, although he knows that Mrs. Pomfrey's craft is very good. Even if the bones of the entire arm are gone, they can be grown again overnight. But as a normal person, UU reading certainly does not want to enjoy the advanced medical level of the magic world.

After correcting everyone's gestures, they entered the actual operation stage. After a whistle, everyone floated and floated to a place about one meter above the ground. After a few minutes of testing, Ryan found that he might not be good at broomsticks, and how to practice at most is a riding level.

Just as Ryan had just returned to the ground following Mrs. Huo Qi's instructions, there was a cry of exclamation next to her. It turned out that Neville was too nervous, which caused his broom to get out of control and the whole person to rise quickly. Then he didn't hold the broom firmly and it fell from the sky.

Ryan originally thought that Neville would fly up before Mrs. Huo Qi whistled according to the memory of the original work. So be prepared to act early to avoid things happening. But there was no problem until Mrs. Huo Qi blew the whistle, and Ryan thought his butterfly wings had fanned the accident.

After seeing Neville ascend, Lane subconsciously took out his wand from his pocket. Later, when he fell, a floating spell was read to him.

Unfortunately, Ryan's spells are self-taught, and the effect is not good. Neville only paused in the air for less than a second, then fell heavily on the grass.

Mrs. Huo Qi ran forward nervously to check Neville.

"Wrist fell, may be a little bit cracked." Everyone heard her whisper. It seems that the floating charm is still a bit effective, which is much better than the original fracture. However, it is probably because the change is not large, so the system has no response, but at least this is a help, Ryan is very happy.

Okay, boy—it's okay, you get up. "Mrs. Huo Qi lifted Neville and said.

She turned around and warned the other students in the class to let them put the broom back. After that, he took Neville to the school hospital.