days at Hogwarts

Chapter 24 It Doesn't Look Like You Are Very Good at Flying
In the morning, at the Gryffindor table in the dining room.

Loren took a sip of orange juice, swallowed the bread in his mouth, stood up and stretched beautifully.

"Yeah~ The new week starts with a beautiful transformation class." Loren was full of energy.

Next to it were Harry and Ron, two big quarrelsomes. They took Loren's Transfiguration homework last night and referenced it very late.

Harry was fine, he got enough sleep during the day, and Ron looked listless with dark bags under his eyes.

Several people came to the transformation class classroom in different states.

Professor McGonagall put away the homework for grades at night, and began to check everyone's progress in turning matches into needles.

Several classmates, including Loren, have been able to change matches into needles, and Hermione has made matches thin and sharp. She wants to become an excellent witch like Professor McGonagall, and she has put in a lot of effort for this... …

At the end of class, Professor McGonagall left another three inches of homework.

At noon, at the table.

Loren cut open the lemon, squeezed the juice on the lamb chops, cut a piece and put it in his mouth, narrowing his eyes contentedly, showing a satisfied smile.The sight was so tempting, Harry and Ron swallowed and followed suit.

Hermione turned to look at Loren: "Your Transfiguration is obviously more proficient than me, why didn't you let Professor McGonagall know."

A package owl flies in through the skylight.

Loren looked up, swallowed another lamb chop, and replied happily: "Because, the cute little cat never asks why?"

Hermione pinched the table knife in her hand.

Seeing the corners of Loren's eyes twitching, he quickly explained: "There is no reason, I just don't want to attract attention, it's because of my personality."

Hermione didn't have time to ask.

"Look, Neville got a memory ball." Dean called out.

Hermione was also attracted, and leaned over to look at the memory ball: "I've heard that if you forget something, the memory ball will turn red in your hand."

As he spoke, red mist rose from the memory ball in Neville's hand.

Neville responded calmly: "I also know that I forgot something, but the question is, I can't remember what I forgot?"

Loren was very interested: "Can other people use it?"

Neville handed the red memory ball to Loren, and it turned even redder. Loren asked suspiciously, "Is this broken?"

Hermione reached for it, and the memory ball quickly returned to normal.

"It seems that some people have forgotten something like Neville." The girl said cheerfully.

Loren wondered what he had forgotten until he returned to the lounge, and finally came to the conclusion: the memory ball is an IQ tax!
At this time, on a high mountain pasture, an old man with a white beard was looking into the woods. He was expecting an owl to appear suddenly, and this expectation had lasted for many days.

The old man thought to himself: I haven't written a letter for so long, and when that brat comes back, I want his ass to bloom!
Everyone found that there was an extra notice in the common room, one good news and one bad news.

The good news is that flying lessons start on Thursday, and the bad news is that the Gryffindors go with the Slytherins.

The freshmen got excited and started flamboyant.

Seamus said he spent most of his childhood flying around the wilderness on a broomstick.

Ron spent days educating the people around him about what he knew about Quidditch, boasting that he once flew up on Charlie's broom and nearly crashed into a hang glider.

Malfoy is straight up a level in this version, dodging a helicopter on a broomstick.

Harry and Hermione became anxious during these stories. Harry was very worried that if he rode a broom in front of Malfoy, he would make a fool of himself and be ridiculed by Malfoy, or even whip the corpse repeatedly.The word whipping corpses was learned by Harry from Loren, and he thought it was very appropriate.

Hermione began to read every introductory book on flying she could find in the library, but it was of no use, as there was no way to see how to fly, although she hadn't tried it.

Loren tried hard to hold back his laughter listening to all kinds of bizarre stories, and the bragging people couldn't eat Harry's exhaust.

He himself doesn't really care about flying. It doesn't matter if he is good at flying on a broom. He is not very interested in Quidditch. If he wants to travel, there is a more convenient and quicker way.

In this way, Loren tried tricks in Transfiguration, hugged her thighs in Herbal Medicine class, tried new spells in Charms class, was made trouble in Potions class, and fell asleep in History of Magic class.

In my spare time, I read tomes in the library and basked in the sun by the lake.There is no big goal, and I study when it is time to study. The days are plain but full, and Loren enjoys such days very much.

On Thursday afternoon, the long-awaited flight lesson.

The teacher in class is Professor Huo Qi, with short gray hair, yellow eyes, short and powerful speech, and a whistle, really like a physical education teacher.Logically speaking, this is indeed a physical education teacher.

In the clearing, the Gryffindor and Slytherin students lined up in two teams, each with a broomstick beside them.

"Put your right hand over the handle of the broom," cried Mrs. Hooch ahead, "and say 'Get up!'"

Harry started quickly, and Ron yelled so loudly that the broomstick hit him directly on the nose.

"Ow!" Ron exclaimed.The people next to me laughed happily.

"Hey! Are you still friends?!" Ron looked at several roommates complainingly.

Everyone else was pretty much the same except Harry and Malfoy, and it took ages to get the broom in hand.The same goes for Loren, who doesn't seem to have much talent for flying.Hermione and Neville were the last two.

This result made Hermione a little frustrated. She wanted to be a witch like Professor McGonagall, and she had great expectations for Quidditch and flying.Professor McGonagall is very good at flying, but she has no talent for this.

Mrs Hooch then showed them how to get on the broom without slipping off their heads.Malfoy made some handsome gestures and was scolded by Mrs. Hooch, which made Harry secretly happy, and Malfoy became more and more annoyed.

After adjusting everyone's posture, Mrs. Hooch said, "Okay, as soon as I whistle, you will kick your legs off the ground and push hard. Hold the broom firmly, rise a few feet, and then lean forward slightly. Fall straight back to the ground."

Loren has been watching Neville. Neville is a timid and forgetful little fat man, but he is kind and helpful.
After several classes, Loren asked Neville to help bring the books back to the dormitory. Neville always happily agreed. He seemed to think that this was a sign of Loren's trust in him, and he enjoyed this trust very much.

In the last Potions class, Neville's appearance of being unable to get up in pain was impressive.This good little fat man needn't be so unlucky, Loren thought.

"Listen to my whistle, three, two, one!"

Neville was so nervous that he jumped out. Before the broom had jumped a few inches, Loren grabbed Neville's robes and yanked him off, throwing him to the ground.

The broom flew some distance into the sky, then fell vertically, hit a tree, and broke in two.

Neville was in a cold sweat watching it, he suspected that if it wasn't for Loren, it might be himself who was broken in two now, and now it's just dirty clothes.

The students around me were also stunned.

Neville kept repeating to Loren, "Thank you, thank you, thank you..."

Dean and Seamus picked up Neville's memory ball, handed it to him, and then kept comforting Neville, and it took a long time to calm down.

Mrs. Hooch didn't blame Neville, she brought another broom, but Neville refused to fly again.

So the others' flying lessons continued, Neville watching.In fact, many people wanted to give up after seeing the scene just now, but they didn't say it out.

Hermione felt uneasy, her flying talent didn't seem to be very good, but she still gritted her teeth and continued with the class.

After a few vertical takeoffs and landings, everyone was relieved that Neville was just an accident, and the broomstick was not that dangerous.

Mrs. Hooch asked the students to fly freely and slowly in the open space, not higher than the windows on the third floor, and then came to comfort Neville, trying to persuade him to continue learning.

Neville just kept shaking his head.

(End of this chapter)