The Danger of Flying Class

"Remember! When standing on the broomstick with both feet, keep your stance properly centered, maintain your balance, lean forward slightly, and keep your knees naturally bent."

Madam Hooch paced back and forth between the two rows, harshly reprimanding anyone whose posture was incorrect.

"Malfoy, don't keep your arms so stiff. Relax a little and make sure you can control the broomstick flexibly!"

Madam Hooch made several rounds, and every time, she spotted Malfoy's incorrect posture.

That meant she had to correct him every single time.

Malfoy's face grew redder with each correction. Not only did his movements fail to improve, they became even stiffer.

Ron kept snickering nearby.

Dylan, on the other hand, paid no attention to any of that and quickly mastered the proper safety posture.

It was not until Madam Hooch began inspecting each young wizard's posture.

Dylan passed without issue.

Ron, who had just been laughing, was also scolded by Madam Hooch for his crooked, awkward posture.

In fact, it was not just Malfoy and Ron whom Madam Hooch corrected.

Other than Dylan, everyone received at least a few words from Madam Hooch.

While Madam Hooch checked the other young wizards' safe flying postures, Dylan took the opportunity to examine the Flying Broomstick in his hands.

Since it was not a required item on the school supply list, and Hogwarts provided Flying Broomsticks for students to use during lessons, only under special circumstances—such as when a young wizard intended to participate in a Quidditch Match—would they buy a Flying Broomstick at this stage.

So Dylan had not bought a Flying Broomstick of his own either.

However, he had roughly looked into it before. Low-end brooms, such as the Shooting Star Broom commonly used by the school, cost around twenty Galleons.

The Comet 140 cost roughly eighty Galleons.

That already counted as a mid-range broom.

Mid-range brooms generally cost between one hundred and three hundred Galleons.

As for high-end brooms, the Firebolt was still in development, and its starting price might already be in the five figures.

Meanwhile, the Nimbus 2000 only cost a little over three hundred Galleons.

Dylan had recently completed various achievements and received quite a few Galleons as rewards.

Buying a broom would be easy for him.

However, he still intended to wait until he had thoroughly learned how to fly before directly buying a Nimbus 2000 as a backup.

There was no need to buy a cheap broom as a stopgap, since he had no real need to take off and fly around in daily life.

Rather than spend time on that, he might as well study Apparition more.

"There really is a permanent Levitation Charm on it."

Dylan fiddled with the broom for a while and quickly determined what magic had been cast on the Flying Broomstick in his hands.

Wizards could cast the Levitation Charm themselves again when using a Flying Broomstick.

However, the broom itself was also enchanted with a Levitation Charm, a Propulsion Charm, and other spells.

Besides that, Dylan also sensed traces of a Balancing Charm.

When he had watched the films before, one thing had always puzzled him.

When wizards sat on brooms and flew around in the sky, didn't it crush their crotches?

Didn't it hurt their asses?

But after studying the broom in his hands for a while, Dylan discovered that it also had a Cushioning Charm cast on it.

It looked like nothing more than a wooden stick, but once someone sat on it, they were actually seated on an invisible cushion.

"Just as expected, it's a junk broom. It only has these few pathetic spells on it."

Dylan shook his head.

He could not even sense any special rune patterns within the broom, and the materials used for the entire broom were nothing remarkable either.

It was not worth studying.

So Dylan stopped fiddling with it and placed the Flying Broomstick beneath him.

After sitting on the cushion, he waited for Madam Hooch's next instruction.

Only after everyone's posture had been strictly corrected

did Madam Hooch prepare to let them try taking off for the first time.

"Listen carefully to my command. The moment the whistle sounds, kick hard against the ground! Do you understand? You must kick hard! Imagine that you can fly straight up!"

Wearing black Quidditch referee robes lined in green, Madam Hooch carried herself with considerable authority as she walked. Though she did not stride with the same imposing force as Professor Snape, she still had plenty of presence.

By then, she had raised a wooden whistle.

"Now, get ready. All you need to do is rise a few feet, hover for a moment, then lean forward and return to the ground."

"Listen for my whistle—three, two..."

Before Madam Hooch had finished speaking, Neville, standing beside Dylan, had already involuntarily pushed off the ground with both feet and instantly drifted into the air.

"What are you doing? Get down at once!"

Madam Hooch shot him a sharp look.

She had assumed the young wizard was deliberately trying to take off before everyone else.

But after she said that, Neville rose higher and higher with a panicked expression.

Dylan frowned and immediately pulled the wand from his waist.

"Reducto... I mean..."

"Finite Incantatem!"

Dylan swiftly cast the Stopping Charm.

Yet when the spell struck the Flying Broomstick, nothing happened.

His brow immediately furrowed.

Because the broom's enchantment had already been imprinted within it, and Neville had not cast the spell himself, was there no way for him to stop it?

Before he had time to think further, Neville had already begun flying wildly through the air.

He flicked out two more spells.

"Retardo Motus!"

"Arresto Momentum!"

The two spells flew out.

This time, Neville finally stopped swaying wildly through the sky and slowed down instead.

However, Dylan had not fully mastered either spell, so their effects were only mediocre.

Still, slowing Neville down gradually was better than bringing him to an abrupt halt and making him fall straight down.

Just as Dylan thought that, Neville flipped over and went straight into a Leg-Locker Curse.

"Huh? I didn't use that spell!" Dylan's eyes widened.

"Ah!!!" Neville suddenly let out a scream.

His hand slipped from the Flying Broomstick, and his entire body fell straight from the sky.

"Impedimenta!"

As the incantation left his lips, a strange, faintly shimmering beam of magic burst from the tip of his wand.

One strand after another wrapped around Neville's body.

In an instant, his frantic plunge came to an abrupt stop, slowing considerably instead.

"Wingardium Leviosa!"

Dylan cast another spell, forcibly taking control of Neville's body and guiding him slowly to the ground.

By now, Neville was completely stunned, terror still lingering on his face.

His hair was scattered messily across his face, having been whipped into disarray by the wind.

"Oh my God!" Harry cried out.

Flying Class was actually this dangerous!

Hermione's eyes were wide as well.

But what astonished her was that Dylan actually knew so many spells!

And he seemed quite proficient with every single one of them!