HP Dark Lord save the world

Chapter 6 Flight Lessons

Then, under his gaze, a match rubbed its match head against the same kind of body in a decisive gesture, and the flame ignited instantly, and it became stronger and stronger under the constant shaking of Itana. getting bigger...

The students in the aisle made way for them one after another, and Itana didn't seem to notice.

"Your match is on fire." Tom couldn't help reminding.

"Normal, match." She said indifferently, looking like Tom, who is rare and strange, then hummed in doubt, and turned her head to look at the end of the string.

Fuck!She exclaimed in her heart and hurriedly let go, the trapped match fell to the ground and gradually burned out.

A smell of meat began to fill the air, followed by a burnt smell.

Some of the onlookers subconsciously swallowed their saliva, and then realized something, and their complexion suddenly became dark.

Itana squatted down to check the pile of ashes, she twitched her nose, her tone was confused, "Why is it this smell? Could it be..."

"Forget it, let's go to the auditorium first." She grabbed a smear of powder and wrapped it in paper, stood up and said to Tom, "Let's go, there are too many people here."

In the afternoon, Itana rejected Tom's invitation to study together in the library, and came to the Black Lake alone with her bag on her back.

She sat down on the grass by the bank and took out the things in her bag.

Matches, Transfiguration textbooks, and several reference books related to Transfiguration.

Dumbledore's judgment of her spellcasting was not a failure, but a success.

She compared Tom's and her magic fluctuations when casting spells. They were undoubtedly the same spell, but the effects were different.

Although the match has changed, it does not meet the classroom requirements.

"Obviously it's the same spell, and the casting was successful..."

Itana held out her wand and whispered the incantation.

Match twisted and grew a leg.

She frowned and lit it again, and the match grew hands again.

This is very interesting, she does not deny that she is happy to see this result, but this is not what she wants now.

Change other things, if you can't change needles, at least change other things, she is tired of seeing this.

Waving her wand again, this time she pictured a nearby grass in her mind.

The match twisted, its thin hands and feet retracted, and then stretched to both sides, as if being squashed, with lines emerging, it was no different from a leaf of the grass next to it.

This one worked again...

She picked up a blade of grass and held it up to her eyes, aiming at the sun.

Even the context is so clear.

Putting this blade of grass into the textbook, she fell into long-term thinking.

In the gentle breeze, she quietly flipped through the books, and the time under the tree seemed to be still, only the sun gradually slanted to the west, showing the traces of time.

In the evening, she returned to the castle from the Black Lake alone, entered the auditorium, and sat down on an empty seat at the Slytherin table.

In just one day, the new little snakes had already found their respective positions. Everyone was in a group, and her lone figure was inexplicably conspicuous.

Itana didn't intend to enter any circle.Whether it's because of the psychology of being an adult or because of her own personality, she doesn't want to spend the little time she has to chat with these boys and girls about the weather or clothes.

Such a waste.

At the age of 11, the magic power has stabilized, and the things that were delayed due to the outbreak of magic power when I was a child can now be put on the agenda.

After eating and drinking, she walked back to the dormitory with no expression on her face, and bumped into a person when she passed the corner.

"Sorry, sorry, I'm in a hurry, you're fine—" the other party apologized while covering his nose, and stopped talking when he saw her clearly.

"Oh," the Gryffindor boy blinked, "Itana, are you ready to go back?"

"Good evening, Enormand, are you in a hurry?" The boy was the one who had met at the owl shop before, and he went to Gryffindor as expected.

"Would you like to watch Quidditch training?" Inoman's eyes lit up with excitement, "It's very exciting, you must like it!"

"I remember that you can only sign up for the Quidditch team in the second grade." Itana spread her hands, "So you were admitted as an exception? Today is the first day of school."

"That's why I said go and see!" Inoman glanced at the sky, "Uh——it's too late, goodbye! Itana!"

After speaking, he swept over like a gust of wind, and quickly disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Young is so good.

I have to say that it feels very good to take over the entire dormitory by myself. Itana can try magic in the room without any scruples without worrying about accidentally hurting others.

After dozens of attempts, she restored all kinds of strange matches one by one. Speaking of which, the restoration spell was simpler than imagined, and it was not as difficult to control as using the transformation spell.

Pulling over the stool and sitting at the table, she spread out a piece of parchment and wrote the beginning with a pen:
Dear grandma, today is my first day at Hogwarts, Dumbledore gave us Transfiguration class, you are right, he is quite knowledgeable and funny...

……

She has two classes the next day, at nine in the morning and three in the afternoon.

They are History of Magic and Charms respectively. Facts have proved that the effect of previewing in advance is extraordinary. The effect of reading the textbooks before the start of the school is shown here. She scored ten points for Slytherin alone, and the eyes of the students looked at her friendly Quite a lot.

After all, in the eyes of the little snakes, being able to add points to the college undoubtedly proves that she is valuable, and Slytherin welcomes capable and ambitious people.

Then on Wednesday, a class came up that she didn't personally feel was a good fit for her.

Flying class, this class is only offered in the first grade.And after the freshmen in the first grade are familiar with flying on broomsticks, they can apply to join the Quidditch team in the second grade, which is why Itana asked Inoman that question.

In the novel, Harry was recruited by the Quidditch team in advance when he showed potential in this class in the first grade.

Because of motion sickness in her previous life, she wasn't sure if she would faint with a broomstick, so she only took a few bites at lunch to prevent accidents.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, she stood on the flat lawn with the Gryffindor students, each with a tattered-looking broom at their feet.

Ms Hill was their flying lesson teacher and referee for the school's Quidditch competition.

"Good afternoon, everyone, I believe you have been looking forward to this class for a long time." As soon as she said this, she saw a Gryffindor boy nodding wildly and looking at her eagerly. It was Inoman .

"Okay! I won't say any irrelevant nonsense. Now stretch out your right hands and say to the broom, 'Get up!' Be more emotional and imagine it is your partner!" Ms. Hill strode to two rows Among the students, "Let's get started!"

"Get up!" Itana said to the broom, but the broom didn't respond.

She tried again, the broom rolled and bounced on the ground, but it never flew into her hands.

"Get up!" Tom next to him looked down at the broom, and his voice was not loud, but the broom flew up and was held in his palm.

Ok?The corner of Itana's mouth twitched, she looked at the broom again, and said forcefully, "Get up, come up!"

The broom raised its head sharply, but fell back to the ground as if losing strength midway.

　Alas - can't think of a chapter name.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)