World-Class Quidditch Skills

The flying lesson field was a flat lawn, with the Forbidden Forest on one side and dark, swaying trees in the distance.

The Gryffindor students were all present, and over thirty flying broomsticks were neatly lined up on the ground. Moriarty heard Percy shout, "Charlie always complains to me about the brooms at school, saying some brooms tremble when you fly too high, and others always veer slightly to the left.

And I say, the brooms are too old and too worn out, they're too slow. When will we get new brooms!"

"Even if they get new brooms, you won't be able to afford them, Weasley. Stop always mentioning your brother. We all know your family's situation, well, how should I put it? It's terrible, isn't it!"

The Slytherin snakes arrived. As soon as Keith appeared, he started mocking Percy. He glanced around proudly at the other snakes, as if he thought he was acting like a hero.

However, only his companion Larpo exchanged a knowing smile with him. Most of the other snakes gravitated towards Moriarty.

Seeing this, Percy walked up to Keith. "Poverty won't make me ignorant, but your ignorance will lead you to poverty. Not only that, you might even lose your life!"

After speaking, he arrogantly returned to the Gryffindor ranks and loudly said to his companions, "That guy definitely didn't listen to me. I bet you he'll have a hard time when we get on the brooms later!"

Keith's face turned ashen, while Larpo glared fiercely at Percy. "He's lying. You don't mind, do you?"

Moriarty watched this little spat unfold and shook his head. The rivalry between Slytherin and Gryffindor was too intense.

Slytherin took pleasure in despising Gryffindor, and Gryffindor took pride in retaliating against Slytherin.

Lilith, standing beside him, didn't think the same way and commented on both Percy and Keith.

"Where does Keith get the nerve to mock Weasley? Weasley looks simple because they have so many children. You know, Weasley's father also works at the Ministry of Magic.

But Keith's family has declined so quickly. At pure-blood gatherings, you often see Keith's grandfather smiling obsequiously.

However, Weasley was really bold this time. Isn't he afraid that Keith might actually have an accident?"

"I actually think Weasley had good intentions," Jericho offered a different perspective. "Although he was a bit showy, he did remind us that the school's brooms might not be able to perform difficult maneuvers."

"It's alright, I can guarantee our safety," Moriarty said. He saw Madam Hooch arrive, leading the Slytherins to stand opposite the young Gryffindors.

Madam Hooch, with her short gray hair, saw the students from both houses standing in two neat rows and nodded with satisfaction. "Very good. What are you waiting for? Everyone, stand next to a broomstick. Quickly, quickly."

"Now, extend your right hand and place it above the broomstick handle," Madam Hooch demonstrated at the front. "Then say: 'Up!'"

"Up!" everyone shouted. Only Moriarty and Jericho succeeded, and the broomsticks obediently jumped into their hands.

"Mine is a Cleansweep Five. A bit old."

"Mine is a Comet 260. By the looks of it, the quality is acceptable."

Moriarty and Jericho exchanged a look, both agreeing that the broomsticks were acceptable.

After all, one couldn't expect too much from 1988 flying broomsticks. The Nimbus and Firebolt models hadn't been developed yet. The national team currently used Cleansweep Sevens, and the brooms on the market were Cleansweep Fives.

The school's brooms were just a bit old. Moriarty and Jericho smiled confidently, believing their skills were enough to bridge this gap.

"Up!" Lilith shouted again, and she succeeded.

Percy managed to get his broom on the third try.

As more and more shouts were heard, most students obtained their broomsticks.

Only Keith didn't seem to have much luck. His broom seemed to refuse to jump into his hand and kept rolling on the ground.

Keith, enraged, grabbed his broom and swung it fiercely a few times, drawing jeers from Percy and others. However, the broom seemed to be scared. When Keith shouted "Up!" for the ninth time, it obediently jumped into his hand.

Meanwhile, Madam Hooch was already demonstrating to the students how to mount a broom without sliding off the top.

She patiently corrected the hand grip of a few students, then said loudly, "Alright, we'll have our first trial flight!

Those who feel they can try flying, push off with your legs and leave the ground. Remember, push hard. Understood?

After rising a few feet, you will descend vertically back to the ground. Remember?

Listen for my whistle. Three—two—"

However, Keith, afraid of being left behind by the whistle—he wanted to be the first to fly and regain the face he had lost—didn't wait for the whistle to reach Madam Hooch's lips. He pushed off hard and flew up.

"Come back, child!" Madam Hooch shouted, but her face suddenly turned pale. "Oh, no!"

Keith was ascending too quickly, like a straight-rising fountain, shooting into the sky!

"Ah—save me!" Keith screamed in the air, his hands slowly slipping from the broomstick handle. He fell from a height of seventy feet!

"Wingardium Leviosa!" Moriarty waved his Snow Fir Wood wand and pointed at Keith. The levitation charm made Keith descend slowly. The slightly overexcited broom was also saved by Moriarty.

As soon as Keith landed, Madam Hooch scooped him up. Although he had only fainted, Madam Hooch insisted on taking him to the school infirmary.

Before leaving, Madam Hooch warned the students to put their broomsticks back in their places and not to fly off without permission.

As soon as she was out of earshot, Jericho exclaimed excitedly, "Opportunity has arrived! Mr. Moriarty! Opportunity has arrived! What are we waiting for? Let's take off!"

Moriarty glanced at him, nodded, stood side-by-side with Jericho, mounted his broom, and pushed off, flying up to a height of thirty feet.

Jericho flew only slightly lower than Moriarty, a proud smile on his face. "As expected of the one who guided Mr. Lockhart across the Himalayas, Mr. Moriarty, I bet you'll become a great Quidditch player—if you want to!"

The Slytherins and Gryffindors on the ground erupted in screams and cheers. Lilith looked eager, as if she also wanted to fly up.

After circling once, Moriarty felt that both the broomstick and his own condition were good. He shouted to Jericho, "Let's start! First move, Sloth Hugging Tree Roll!"

This was a world-class technique, often used to dodge Bludgers.

Moriarty clung to the broomstick, hugging the handle tightly with his hands and feet, just like a sloth.

He accelerated, and the broomstick spun like a top, ascending straight up.

Jericho made the same move, following closely behind.

They didn't stop until they were fifty feet in the air.

"No pressure at all," Jericho exclaimed, waving his fist.

"Alright, second move, the Wulonggon 'Z' Shaped Flying Technique!"

Another world-class skill.

Moriarty Slytherin took off as he spoke, flying at high speed in a zigzag pattern.

The wind whistled past Moriarty Slytherin's ears, and he felt incredibly refreshed. His white robe rustled in the wind. Moriarty Slytherin extended his right hand, experiencing the intimate contact between his skin and the wind.

He had to admit, the feeling was wonderful. Moriarty Slytherin's eyes were filled with joy. He had once speculated that earth was also a form of elemental magic, but he had forgotten about the omnipresent wind.

"Moriarty Slytherin! Moriarty Slytherin!" Lilith's scream came from the ground.

Jericho was also shouting, "Look ahead, Mr. Moriarty Slytherin, you're about to crash!"

Moriarty Slytherin snapped back to attention, a tall tower occupying his entire field of vision.

Seeing that he was about to crash, Moriarty Slytherin forcefully pulled up on his broomstick and cast Apparition on it again.

The broomstick became as light and swift as a swallow, carrying Moriarty Slytherin close to the tower wall as he flew higher into the air.

A window in the tower was pushed open, revealing Professor McGonagall's surprised face. Professor Snape was also rushing over from the Potions classroom.

The students on the ground were unaware of this. Their eyes were fixed on Moriarty Slytherin. "My god, he's flying so high!"

"Seventy feet, eighty feet, one hundred feet..." Lilith brought her hands together to her mouth, as if praying.

Jericho didn't dare to fly any higher. He looked up at Moriarty Slytherin and let out a trembling "Oh, no!"

Moriarty Slytherin's heart pounded with excitement, a rare feeling for him. He raised his hand high, extended a finger, and said, "Last move, the Lanski Feint!"

Moriarty Slytherin took a deep breath, pressed the broomstick handle with both arms, and plunged towards the ground!

The students let out explosive cheers and scattered, leaving space for Moriarty Slytherin.

Only Lilith remained motionless. She watched Moriarty Slytherin dive down, his speed so fast that his figure was a blur, only a white streak visible.

"Like a shining star..." Lilith was mesmerized, but Moriarty Slytherin was already close to the ground.

The students gasped. As the two were about to collide, Moriarty Slytherin abruptly pulled up on his broomstick, passing in front of Lilith.

At the same time, he reached out and grabbed Lilith's wrist, using the wind and inertia to bring her onto the broomstick!

"Ohh~ Moriarty Slytherin!" Lilith sat sideways behind Moriarty Slytherin, her laughter like silver bells as they flew.

Seeing that disaster had been averted, the students jumped up. At this moment, there was no distinction between Slytherin and Gryffindor. They high-fived each other as if they had witnessed a miracle, nodding excitedly.

Moriarty Slytherin slowed down because the system had issued a quest: "Lead the Slytherin team to win the Quidditch Cup for seven consecutive years! Reward: Mysterious Grand Prize! Mission duration: Seven years! Mission failure: Host will be erased!"

Moriarty Slytherin didn't have time to think when he heard a reprimand: "Slytherin! Peverell! If you still want to stay in this school, get down here immediately!"

Professor Snape strode over with a menacing look, pushing through the students, his wand tightly gripped in his hand. "Blanch? Do I have to tell you the same thing again?"

17 feet is 5.18 meters, 30 feet is 9 meters, 50 feet is 15 meters, 70 feet is 21 meters, 80 feet is 24 meters, 100 feet is 30 meters