How to Teach You to Fly Step by Step

"I know, I'll go first!" One of the twins eagerly swung onto the broom, pushed off the ground with both feet, swiftly lifted into the air, and began circling the Quidditch pitch.

"Not bad. Barely passable."

Watching his younger brother weave around the goalposts, Charlie gave a simple evaluation. In truth, the smile on his face made it clear that he was rather satisfied.

After all, not every first-year student could fly so steadily.

After both twins had completed a trial lap, it was finally Albert and Lee Jordan's turn.

Since neither of them had ever properly handled a flying broom, Charlie had to personally teach them how to use one. He demonstrated how to sit on the broom without sliding off the front.

"We never got this kind of treatment before," the twins joked from the side. "By the way, are we really his brothers?"

"Shut up and stop talking nonsense." Charlie shot the twins an annoyed glare and began correcting Lee Jordan's grip.

"You only need to push off with both legs to leave the ground. As for how to control your strength, you'll get a feel for it once you try it yourself." Like a professor, Charlie seriously taught them the basics of riding a broom. "Hold the broom steady. Raise your body slightly, and the broom will rise. Likewise, lean down slightly and the broom will descend vertically to the ground. Lean forward, and the broom will move ahead."

After spending roughly five minutes explaining the precautions, Charlie let Lee Jordan begin his test flight. He drew his wand, ready at any moment to catch the first-year if he fell from the broom.

Lee Jordan flew fairly steadily.

However, he circled the Quidditch pitch very slowly, taking around five minutes to finish. When he landed, his face was full of unconcealed excitement.

It was probably thanks to having ridden toy brooms before that he had flown so smoothly.

"Not bad," Charlie said encouragingly, more as a formality than anything else, then handed the flying broom to Albert beside him.

Albert reached out and ran his hand over the broom handle.

Hmm, very smooth. No cushion.

He remembered that flying brooms had a spell called the "Cushioning Charm," or perhaps the Dampening Charm, cast on them.

But he could not feel any magic from touching it, and Albert could not help wondering whether sitting on it would make his family jewels miserable.

There was no helping it. Toy brooms had an obvious seat.

"What are you doing?" Charlie watched Albert stroke the broom handle in confusion, unable to understand what he was doing.

"Nothing. I was just trying to find where the cushion is." Before Charlie could figure out what that meant, Albert had already swung onto the broom and pushed hard off the ground, soaring into the air.

Sure enough, the Dampening Charm existed.

Sitting astride the flying broom did not hurt at all. A layer of extremely soft material separated Albert from the broom handle, making it feel as though he were sitting on a cushion.

Well, if he had to describe it, it felt a bit like riding a bicycle.

As the broom flew, the wind immediately caught Albert's robes and sent them fluttering behind him. Albert had never felt so delighted, to the point that he forgot all about his current awkward posture. Following Charlie's instructions, he slowly raised the broom's head and flew a little higher.

Albert glanced down. He was about ten feet above the ground.

Thank goodness.

Fortunately, he was not afraid of heights. Otherwise, he might have let go and fallen straight out of the air.

Albert gripped the broom handle with one hand and slowly leaned forward. The broom began moving ahead, just like when he had first ridden a toy broom. But Albert flew very slowly, even slower than Lee Jordan. Still, he began circling the Quidditch pitch, enjoying the pleasure of flight.

Charlie, watching from below, was very surprised. He had not expected Albert to adapt to flying so quickly. Some newcomers who had never touched a flying broom would panic the moment they rose into the air.

For a first-year student using a flying broom for the first time, reaching this level after only a few minutes was already quite impressive.

But after adjusting to his current speed, Albert had no desire to keep crawling along at a snail's pace. He opened his skill list and raised Flight Skill (Broom) to Level 1.

Albert seemed to instinctively know what to do. He leaned forward, as though he had triggered an acceleration switch, and the broom's speed immediately increased.

His previously sluggish movements became nimble as he steered the broom between the goalposts. The wind blowing into his face made him narrow his eyes.

Faster!

His body instinctively leaned forward in response to his thoughts, and his speed increased again. The scenery ahead rushed backward, and Albert felt as though his heart might leap from his chest at any moment.

Flying felt absolutely incredible!

At that moment, Albert finally understood a little why wizards enjoyed this game so much.

Thrilling!

That was right, it was too thrilling.

Just like why some people loved speeding in cars.

Albert flew several laps around the Quidditch pitch. He went faster and faster, nearly reaching the Sweeping Seven Stars' top speed.

The four people below stood with their mouths open in shock, practically dumbfounded.

"You fly well!"

A few minutes later, Charlie looked at the landed Albert with a slight stutter. It felt unbelievable. He had personally witnessed this first-year student's progress, from slow to fast, gradually adapting as he went.

How long had it been?

This kind of talent was simply astonishing!

In just a few short minutes, Albert had more or less adapted to using a broom and overcome high-speed flight.

Standing beside the twins, Lee Jordan looked at Albert with a complicated expression. He had thought he flew quite well, but he had not expected there to be someone even more monstrous.

Could there really be geniuses like the ones in legends?

Of course, if he knew that Albert had raised Flight Skill (Broom) to Level 1 just to enjoy the speed, he would not have thought so.

"Sorry, I couldn't help myself for a moment." Albert immediately apologized to Charlie after getting off the broom.

Still, speeding on a broom really did feel great.

"You're very talented in this area." Charlie vigorously patted Albert on the shoulder. "All of you are very talented. You can consider becoming reserve players for the team. When you have time, you can join the training sessions."

Charlie was very pleased with today's gains. Whether it was Fred and George or their two friends, they all had great talent for flying.

The twins' faces lit up with delight at that.

"We don't have brooms of our own," Albert reminded him.

"That's all right. You can borrow the school's brooms," Charlie reassured them. "You can first learn some techniques and find your own position."

"But there's one thing I need to make clear first." Charlie cleared his throat. "If you want to become official Quidditch team members, you'll still need to rely on your own abilities to pass next year's player tryouts. I won't go easy on you in that regard."

"We understand," Fred said with a wink.

"Good. As long as you understand." Charlie was very satisfied. He planned to train them and make them the team's secret weapons.