Vincent's first experience with a flying broomstick was undoubtedly extremely exciting.
At first, he regretted reciting the Levitation Charm.
With so little magic power, it would definitely blow something up once it was used up.
But like Vincent who was caught in a tornado, after a period of adaptation, he had long since overcome his inner fear.
The reason he continued to fly upwards was simply because he didn't know how to land.
"Why is it faster than the Madam Hooch rode, even though it's the same model?"
If the Levitation Charm fails and causes the broom tail to explode, is it possible that the internal damaged mechanisms were repaired by the impact?
But this kind of enhancement, which is like being enchanted, should never have happened.
"A surge of magical power in a crisis?"
Every wizard will become able to use magic at a special time when they are young.
For example, Neville once said that the reason he was able to come to Hogwarts was because his uncle accidentally dropped him out of the window, but he bounced up from the ground.
Prior to this, the other party had tried countless times to deliberately create crises.
Vincent, who had never experienced magical outbursts since childhood, was admitted to Hogwarts solely based on his Book of Admittance talent as a master of Occlumency.
This tampered flying broomstick was definitely not fixed by an explosion.
The truth can only be restored by magical power that appears out of nowhere, without anyone knowing.
It might even have been enhanced.
Whether it's to verify his hypothesis or to solve his current predicament, Vincent has to take action.
"A generous gift of crabs—"
With just a slight tilt of the angle, the broom began to spin sideways.
Feeling dizzy, he quickly veered back in the opposite direction.
The violent shaking of the seat made his face contort in pain.
It's a bit uncomfortable, but the broom is perfectly normal.
How can I quickly master flying skills?
Vincent chuckled and lightly patted the broom. "I knew you could be even faster!"
At an altitude of over 3,000 feet, he suddenly used his waist and abdomen to roll half a circle.
Just as Madam Hooch was about to reach out her hand, he swooped down at an even faster speed.
"Alas--"
Ignoring the gasps of surprise that reached her ears, she rolled half a circle and chased after them.
McGonagall, who had been keeping a close eye on the situation in the sky, widened her eyes.
Vincent was able to control the out-of-control broom and even perform many difficult flying maneuvers.
Even when it descended to two thousand feet, it began to fly down in an irregular trajectory.
"HOGWARTS..."
"He actually managed to spell out the school's name!"
Hermione's soft sigh made her pursed lips relax slightly.
If someone is in the mood to do this, then safety is probably not an issue.
She held her wand high, pointing it to a tower in the castle.
There were no incantations or hand gestures.
However, the Ancient Magic that covered the entire castle and its surroundings was dispelled in a way that was imperceptible to the naked eye.
Vincent was descending at high speed, did not land immediately.
As he flew past the castle's Astronomy Tower, he suddenly accelerated to the left again.
The twins, who were in Defense Against the Dark Arts, stared in astonishment at the figure that flashed past the window.
"Is that Vincent?"
"He looks like he's taking Flying Class..."
George suddenly clutched his stomach and rolled off the chair.
"Professor, my stomach hurts!"
Fred quickly helped him up, "Oh, my poor brother—"
"Professor, please rest assured, I'll take him to the Hospital Wing right now!"
Quirrell waved his hand timidly, "Go quickly."
Thank you, Professor!
As the twins helped each other out of the classroom, they immediately ran downstairs as fast as they could.
Vincent, who had circled the castle once, is now flying towards the Forbidden Forest.
He lowered his altitude so that he could see the magical creature below more clearly.
As soon as the Centaur saw him, they immediately raised their bows and arrows.
Unfortunately, it was too fast, and the arrows couldn't catch up at all.
Vincent, who suddenly slowed down, smiled at a silver-white Unicorn and flew deeper into the distance.
Acromantula scattered throughout the caves
The Bowtruckle
Billywig with wings on its head
The Murtlap, whose back antennae resemble flowers.
The Mooncalf, with its large head, poked its head out of the cave.
These amazing creatures came into Vincent's view one by one.
"I love magic, I Hogwarts!"
He grinned like a child and reached out to touch the horned ostrich on the high mountain at the edge of the Forbidden Forest.
It hissed and rammed its head with the golden horns on its head.
Vincent, with his feet planted on the Ishigami, flew back the way he came on his broomstick.
Goodbye! I'll come visit you all when I have time.
Whenever he encountered a magical creature, he would wave his hand and repeat this phrase.
The young wizard, who seemed to possess the effects of Felix Felicis, flew out of the Forbidden Forest and circled the castle once more.
Qiu, who was taking Herbology in a greenhouse, recognized the boy who had made history at a glance.
Today, he has made history again.
For nearly a thousand years, no student has dared to ride a broomstick out of the school in Big White and then fly back to circle the castle and the Forbidden Forest.
The name Vincent Wayne is destined to be recorded in the history of Hogwarts.
"Hey, buddy!" The twins jumped high as they walked out of the castle.
Flying at low altitude, he opened his arms and gave a high-five to the two people who made room for him.
See you tonight!
After passing the twins, Vincent gradually slowed down and eventually landed in front of McGonagall and Madam Hooch.
"Mr. Wayne, haven't you been practicing flying for far too long?"
After speaking with a serious expression, McGonagall smiled with satisfaction and reached out to stroke his short, gray-gold hair that had been blown up by the wind.
"Professor, controlling it is not a simple matter."
Vincent winked mischievously. "It went out of control several times just now."
This broom, which has no branches at the end, is clearly not as easy to lose control as he claimed.
But neither of them, including Madam Hooch, said a word of reproach to him.
"Mr. Wayne, you have an exceptional talent for flying."
"Thank you, Madam."
Draco, still unable to move, struggled for a long time before finally managing to turn his eyes toward him.
Great joy?
Bullshit!
"I feel like he's a little different." Hermione didn't know why, but she found him much more pleasing to the eye.
Harry put on the glasses she had just repaired. "Really? I don't see any difference."
"Of course there are differences~" James said with one eye closed, his five fingers curled up in front of his open eye.
Then he took a step back in an exaggerated manner, "His fighting power is off the charts, this is the level of a Super Saiyan!"
"What Saiyan?"
"You don't know Dragon Ball?"
James gave Hermione a disdainful look.
"I don't have time to look at these!"
"Then how do you know about Blue Fatty?"
"I--"
The first-year students, now relaxed, obediently shut their mouths when McGonagall turned to look at them.