This is what Ravenclaw looks like.

Andrew suspected that Mrs. Hooch was playing tricks on him there, but he did not dare to make any comments.

He had indeed lost his composure—he had to admit it.

Compared to the other students, he was more eager to fly.

However, his stable performance when he came back did not bring him any privileges. He still started the most basic flying exercises with others.

Fly smoothly, then pull up and land one after another.

Then it's straight flight and a pull-up landing, then a turn and pull-up landing - each new maneuver followed by another flight and landing.

The flying professor was taking off and landing with a group of them, and promptly pointed out those who made mistakes.

"Okay, now, we need someone to demonstrate all the moves we just taught, who can do that?"

Several people raised their hands together, and finally Andrew was selected - although he did make a death move at first, at least he showed the ability to stabilize the stop.

"Ready - start!"

Following the professor's order, Andrew steadily used both legs to lift up - although he felt that one leg could take off in a different direction, but now he did not dare to do such a trick without testing it.

"Very good, let's raise it again!

"Okay, let's fly in a straight line!

"Turn left!

“Fly straight—Okay, this way, then turn!

"Lower height!

"Smooth height after stretch! Stop!"

"Okay, land!"

Andrew fell as lightly as a feather, and even kept flying at a low altitude on his broomstick after landing.

"Perfect, two points for Ravenclaw."

…

Give me more, Professor, we have just settled the account!

But there were no extra points, and another person who was eager to try was even replaced to perform.

But Andrew was allowed to train on his own at low altitudes—no more than ten feet. This made him decisively give up watching other people's performances and start tinkering with his own broom.

Emergency stops, sudden ascents, trying to fly upside down with a broomstick at ultra-low altitude, turning and starting on one leg... The pile of fancy things I just thought of finally came into use.

Except for the rapid landing and pulling back that he didn't even think about, he did all the things he could do at once. Although he landed a few times in the middle, he could stand up and continue with a pat on his butt.

"Hahaha…"

When Andrew fell off the broom again, one student finally couldn't help laughing loudly, causing Mrs. Hooch to look at him and ignore him after confirming that Andrew did not exceed the height limit.

'It seems I overestimated the danger...'

Andrew rubbed his sore butt, picked up the broom from the ground, shouted it again, and started the next cleaning job.

The effect was remarkable - before get out of class ended, he attempted a complete flight again, and this time it was as steady as if he had stuck to a broom.

"It's very fast. After one more course, you can try mid-altitude flight or high-speed flight. This is a very fast learning speed. If you can keep it up, you can try to apply for the academy team in your second year - but This will only require you to perform so well in the subsequent Quidditch training."

Mrs. Hooch finally added three points to Ravenclaw and praised Andrew generously.

'The hospital team should forget it...'

Andrew had no intention of playing Quidditch at all - transfiguration alone could kill all his spare time in the first grade, not to mention that he also needed to maintain the quality and quantity of the feed. He really didn't have any extra time.

However, he didn't show it at all, but Mrs. Huo Qi said that if he could train steadily and exercise enough in the hospital team, she could recommend Andrew a trial with a league team after his owls year.

'That's good. If you die without a nose, this is also an option...'

After confirming Andrew's progress, it was almost time for get out of class to end.

"Students who have not yet mastered the control of a broom can come over the weekend and apply for a broom. The senior flying club students will take care of you. However, if there are serious violations, you will directly fail the first-year flying class and be banned from flying for one year. , if this is still the case in the second year, then you don’t have to think about touching the broom during school.

"In addition, students with excellent flying skills can also apply for Sunday practice, but they need to be assessed by flying club members. That's it - get out of class is over."

Madam Hooch pulled out her wand, and as she waved it, the broomsticks followed her obediently, like a group of soldiers waiting for review.

"It's not difficult at all as expected."

"I just said," Bell also looked relaxed, "By the way, Andrew, let's go practice together on the weekend?"

"Of course, I'm afraid I can only train for half a day. You know, my little experiment has just reached the key point."

You also need to practice flying - in order to be able to practice later, you still have to pass the so-called assessment.

'Fortunately, there is still enough time...'

+++++

Just when Andrew thought the flying lesson was over, he came out of the library and heard some incredible news at the dining table.

There was a big mess during the afternoon flying lesson...

The small group of Gryffindor and Slytherin, which had been stable, had another conflict during the flying lesson.

To put it simply, there was nothing wrong with the previous training, but when everyone got on the broomstick and started to fly simply, the Slytherin people relied on their leading experience (more of them had played with broomsticks) and started flying in Gryffin There are many cautious trainers making humiliating movements on their heads.

In the end, when the Gryffindor named Neville tried to pull up and bump into the opponent, the Slytherin student easily dodged it. When he was about to stop the broom, he made a mistake and fell off the broom.

"Almost twenty feet. Harry Potter, the one everyone knows, rushed across a long distance, caught the kid named Neville and stopped firmly at the same time. He was only affected by the force of the impact. Broke an arm!"

"Not only that, but I also controlled the broom with my legs, and used the hand holding the broom to catch the memory ball or something that Neville dropped!"

"So cruel?"

Andrew joined the conversation.

"Of course, it's that awesome. Andrew, your skills are quite good, can you do it?"

"I can't lift people up, I can't compare them, I can't compare them."

Andrew shook his head decisively. He was only somewhat talented in flying. It would take him a year of training to even dream of such a difficult maneuver.

However, what is better than this - he achieved great results in the afternoon. After many experiments, the deformation time of the same object felt three times as long as before. He is just waiting to test the results of the new deformation object!

"I suspect that he will definitely be on the admission team in his second year. I'm so envious... I'm afraid we won't even be able to beat them in Quidditch."

"Yeah, yeah, there's no comparison, there's no comparison."

Andrew echoed.