George's Trump Card

George had naturally heard the footsteps too. After a moment's hesitation, he walked straight to the rooftop entrance, reached out, shut the rooftop iron door, and began casting at the handle.

"Flavido!"

The Transfiguration took effect, and a fist-sized lock successfully transformed into being, fastening the iron door shut.

He naturally was not afraid of the ordinary people below. It was just that if he killed too many, traces would inevitably be left behind.

"Let's go."

After locking the iron door to temporarily seal off the rooftop and block the underlings who wanted to come up, George cast the Levitation Charm on Leon again.

"Wingardium Leviosa!"

Leon watched George's hands constantly forming strange gestures, then saw him point at him. His own body actually floated up like a balloon, leaving him utterly shaken inside.

This kind of miraculous thing was something he had experienced for the first time, and the awe he felt toward George deepened even more.

Reaching out to grab Leon's shoulder as he floated, George leaped down from the Sixth Floor rooftop. At the same time, he activated his ability and landed steadily in the dark alley.

The Levitation Charm was one of the basic First Year spells, and it was also a spell he had been focusing on studying and researching during this period.

Although he could not use it to make himself fly, he could combine it with his magnetic force to move larger objects. Against enemies, it could also count as a decent control skill, especially against types like X-24.

One Levitation Charm would reduce X-24's weight, and then he could use magnetic force to toy with it like a plaything.

"Do you still need my help with what comes next?"

"You've already helped enough. I can handle the rest myself."

Leon gritted his teeth and answered.

Chebel was dead. With his reputation and influence, if he wanted, turning the Chebel family into the Leon family would not be difficult.

As for Chebel's son, he was nothing but a useless good-for-nothing who only knew how to eat, drink, and amuse himself.

The main reason was that he also did not want to owe this Mysterious Person any more favors, because he knew all of these would have to be repaid. Even now, he still did not know what the other party wanted him to do.

"Then deal with the Chebel family as soon as possible. Don't look for me. If I need anything, I'll naturally come to you."

George nodded, then slowly rose into the air and vanished into the night sky.

He had already helped this much. If Leon still died, then a piece of trash like that would not be suitable to be his proxy anyway.

On the other side, the avatar in the Harry Potter world also welcomed an opportunity to get closer to Snape: the first Flying Class after Charms Class on Thursday afternoon of the second week.

As an expert at the school second only to Dumbledore, Snape's self-created Sectumsempra could be called the magic version of the Six Meridian Divine Sword.

Once struck by Sectumsempra, because it carried the curse nature of Dark Magic, it also could not be healed with normal Healing Magic.

He was the professor George felt he most needed to build a good relationship with, especially since the house he had entered was Slytherin.

So aside from usually grinding points to win the House Cup for Slytherin, helping the Slytherin Quidditch team achieve victory was also one of the things he had to do.

Quidditch, as the sport wizards loved and were most passionate about, could also help him raise his prestige among the students.

The only downside was probably that it would waste the time he had for studying spells.

But after thinking it over carefully, he felt it did not really count as a waste. Using a Flying Broomstick to practice flight could let him adapt better to flying in the future, and flying was a skill he had to master.

Apparition was good, but it could be disrupted by magic like Anti-Apparition. Under special circumstances, flying was instead more convenient.

As for why he was so confident in his Quidditch skills?

He had not touched a Flying Broomstick before, so he was not sure whether this body had any talent in that area.

But it did not matter. His physical strength already gave him a certain advantage, and more importantly, he had a trump card prepared long ago.

First Year Slytherin's Flying Class was held together with Gryffindor.

At half past three in the afternoon, the young wizards from the two houses had already gathered on the grass outside the castle.

Among them, the children born into wizarding families were excitedly talking about their thrilling past experiences riding Flying Broomsticks.

Most of them were little stories that sounded like obvious bragging the moment one heard them, such as racing eagles, flying across the sea to France, nearly crashing into a Muggle airplane, and so on.

"George, I'm not as good as you in the other subjects, but in Flying Class, I won't let you score again!"

At that moment, Ginny brought Colin over to George, patted her chest, and looked utterly confident.

Seeing this, George smiled and said, "I've never ridden a Flying Broomstick before either. I'm afraid I won't get many points."

When it came to Flying Broomsticks, Ginny definitely had talent no lower than Harry's. Moreover, when Ginny was six, she had taken advantage of her brothers not paying attention to sneak into the broom shed at home and secretly ride their Flying Broomsticks, and she had never once been discovered.

However, this time, he was probably still going to have to disappoint Ginny.

"All right, children. Now stand in two rows, and I'll hand out the Flying Broomsticks."

At that moment, Madam Hooch, the teacher in charge of Flying Class, walked over dragging more than twenty old, worn Flying Broomsticks.

"So shabby!"

After receiving the Flying Broomstick that belonged to him and seeing some of the twigs sticking out every which way, George could not help raising an eyebrow.

The history of these Flying Broomsticks could probably be traced back to the Cleansweep series from several decades ago. Their speed and performance were far inferior to the current Nimbus series.

"First place your brooms on the ground, then learn the spell to control them from me.

"Remember, the key lies in your belief. Don't be afraid. The less confidence you have, the less they'll respond to you."

Madam Hooch first spent half an hour teaching the young wizards the proper spells and techniques for using a Flying Broomstick, then moved on to the practical stage.

"Now, stretch out your right hand, place it above the broom handle, and begin reciting the spell."

The young wizards did as they were told.

For those young wizards who had experience using Flying Broomsticks, the brooms immediately flew into their hands.

But for the young wizards seeing Flying Broomsticks for the first time, all kinds of problems cropped up. Some Flying Broomsticks rolled around on the ground and simply refused to rise; some wobbled up into the air, only to drop back down again.

There were even worse cases where the broom just lay there without moving at all, clearly because the spell had not been recited correctly.

"Looks like it's not that hard."

As soon as George reached out, the Flying Broomstick instantly appeared in his hand, which surprised even him a little.

He guessed that it probably wasn't because this body itself had any exceptional talent, but because his Psychic Abilities had greatly enhanced his mental strength, giving him a certain advantage in this area.

In fact, it wasn't just Flying Broomsticks. When learning other magic, his powerful mental strength also made him extremely efficient.

Sometimes he couldn't help thinking that his Level Two Psychic Abilities already provided such a good boost—if Professor X had a Wizard bloodline, just how terrifying would his efficiency in learning magic be?

Then again, if it were Phoenix Jean, that didn't seem necessary. Her Phoenix Force was already one of the most terrifying powers in existence.

"All right, next, we'll try to fly.

"When I blow my whistle, kick off with both legs and leave the ground. Kick hard."

Seeing that after a round of attempts everyone had managed to grab their Flying Broomsticks, Madam Hooch moved on to the final stage of the lesson.

At that moment, George also controlled a wire as thin as a strand of hair to slither out from his sleeve and wrap around the Flying Broomstick.