Chapter 68: An Unexpected Flying Lesson
Chapter 68: An Unexpected Flying Lesson
“My Memory Orb!”
“Malfoy, do you want to start a fight?”
A loud commotion pulled Jerry out of his immersion in magical knowledge.
He turned to see where the disturbance was coming from.
It turned out that Draco Malfoy, while passing the Gryffindor table, had impulsively snatched Neville's Memory Orb, which his grandmother had sent him. Harry and Ron were standing up for Neville.
However, thanks to Professor Mcgonagall's timely arrival, the conflict was quickly diffused before it could escalate.
Closing his book and checking the time, Jerry got up and headed toward the Slytherin dormitory.
He had a Transfiguration class in the morning and needed to get his textbook.
Some might wonder, since Jerry had already memorized the entire Transfiguration textbook and could use the spells within, what was the point of attending class?
Jerry would tell you that it was definitely worthwhile!
It's like having memorized an entire math book and being able to apply the formulas through self-study, but still needing to attend math class to understand the teacher's explanations.
Moreover, the complexity of magic is no less than that of mathematics.
Under the teacher's guidance, many small details that you might overlook while studying on your own can be discovered. Additionally, a lot of knowledge, experience, and tips that aren't mentioned in the book will be shared in class.
Therefore, Jerry took his classes very seriously and listened attentively to every lesson.
Only by doing so could his magical foundation be solid enough.
“A skyscraper rises from the ground, with every brick and tile forming its foundation!”
To become a top wizard like Dumbledore, a solid foundation is absolutely essential.
Self-study, attending classes, and interacting with classmates are all indispensable parts of building that foundation.
At 3:30 PM,
The sun was shining brightly, and a gentle breeze was blowing, making it a perfect day for riding a flying broom.
Jerry and the other young Slytherin wizards arrived at the large lawn in front of the castle, where twenty flying brooms had already been set up.
However, those twenty brooms looked quite old and worn, with some branches sticking out haphazardly, even worse than his Nimbus Three.
Before long, Jerry saw Hermione, Harry, and the other Gryffindor young wizards walking out of the castle, followed by their flying broom instructor, Madam Hooch.
Madam Hooch appeared to be in her early thirties, with short gray hair and sharp, eagle-like yellow eyes. Jerry suspected she might have some eagle-like magical creature blood in her.
“Alright, what are you all waiting for? Everyone stand next to a flying broom. Hurry up, hurry up, time is of the essence!”
As soon as Madam Hooch arrived, she urged the young wizards to stand next to the two rows of brooms.
There were eleven Gryffindors and nine Slytherins, so Hermione was temporarily placed next to Jerry.
“Hands must be firm, body must lean forward, don't look down, focus ahead, don't be nervous, don't be nervous, I am not nervous, I am not nervous, I am called nervous, I am called nervous.”
Jerry watched Hermione, who was nervously muttering the flying techniques from Quidditch Through the Ages, her body trembling slightly. He couldn't help but find it a bit amusing.
However, he still softened his tone and whispered to comfort her:
"Hermione, it's okay, it’s just a broom. We won't fly too high for now, we'll take it slow!"
"But I've never ridden a flying broom before!"
Hearing the reassurance from her best friend, Hermione stopped her mumbling, but the worried look on her face remained.
Jerry didn't blink as he bluffed:
"It's fine, I haven't ridden one either. It's our first time, we'll get better with practice!"
At that moment, Madam Hooch also joined the young wizards, beginning to explain the magic spells and techniques for controlling a flying broom.
After the theory, it was time for practice.
"Extend your right hand, place it above the broom handle, and recite the spell!"
Following Madam Hooch's command, everyone extended their right hand and chanted in unison:
"Up!"
As the spell took effect, the flying brooms began to move.
Some flew directly into their owners' hands, like Jerry, Draco Malfoy, and Harry. Others just rolled on the ground, like Hermione, Dean, and Parvati. Still, some remained completely still, like Neville and Seamus.
"Hermione, you need to be firm and assertive. You have to convey the feeling that if it doesn’t come up and doesn’t obey, you’ll chop it up for firewood!"
Seeing Hermione fail several times to get the broom to rise, Jerry's eyes turned red with worry. He quickly shared his unique tip with her.
Jerry was quite experienced with flying brooms, having flown one for a month already.
Initially, he had been in the same position as Hermione, but through the Focus Enhancer, he had keenly discovered a shortcut to mastering a flying broom.
The key was conveying your emotions. Flying brooms were known to be more compliant when you were firm and assertive. The more nervous and timid you were, the more they would misbehave.
The more determined and strong-willed you were, the more they would submit.
Sure enough, with Jerry's tip, Hermione quickly grasped the method and successfully made the broom fly into her hand.
On the other side, Daphne, who had already picked up her broom, saw Jerry carefully instructing Hermione and silently regretted her haste. She shouldn't have picked up her broom so quickly.
Half an hour later, with Madam Hooch's meticulous guidance, the last student, Neville, finally managed to pick up his broom.
"Alright, when I blow the whistle, push off the ground with both feet. You need to push hard."
Madam Hooch took the whistle and stood at the front of the group.
"Hold your broom steady, rise a few feet, then lean forward slightly to descend vertically to the ground. Follow my whistle, three, two—"
However, before Madam Hooch could blow the whistle, Neville, overcome with nerves, pushed off the ground with both feet, shooting straight up like a rocket.
In an instant, Neville's altitude exceeded the few feet Madam Hooch had mentioned, reaching ten, then twenty, and even thirty feet, about ten meters high.
Then, his face turned pale, his hands went limp, and he screamed as he slid off the broom and plummeted to the ground, pulled down by gravity.
The incident was so sudden that even Madam Hooch was caught off guard.
However, just as everyone gasped in shock, a figure shot up from the ground like an arrow, rushing towards Neville's falling position.
It turned out that not everyone was unprepared. At least Jerry, who had anticipated this, reacted in time.
(End of Chapter)
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