Sean understood the necessity of this.
On the Quidditch Pitch, a Flying Broomstick was also known as a wizard's comrade-in-arms.
An old, outdated broomstick was undoubtedly a severe handicap for a first-year novice who had only just learned to fly,
and could even be dangerous.
The handcrafted nature of Flying Broomsticks determined that their upper and lower limits could vary enormously.
Expensive broomsticks, such as the Nimbus 2000, not only had a unique braking system,
but also paid the costly patent fees for the Braking Charm, allowing for rapid starts and stops.
Its intricate and exquisite alchemical craftsmanship also supported three-hundred-and-sixty-degree turns.
As for the broomstick Sean was riding, if he dared force it to do that,
it would undoubtedly fall apart in midair. This was stated clearly in the manual issued by the Comet Trading Company.
As you could see, this was a broomstick for teaching purposes. At thirty Galleons, what more did you expect it to do?
Sean felt that the company's heads, Randolph Churchill and Basil Horton, had a point.
Perhaps, in the eyes of most Young Wizards, this was not much of a problem.
After all, the Nimbus 1500 was not particularly expensive, and the Quidditch boutique in Diagon Alley also delivered to Hogwarts.
With just one letter, most Young Wizards' parents would be more than willing to do it.
But Sean... if anyone could send him a letter, that would be a miracle.
This also meant that until he could leave the school, Sean's plan to fly into Ravenclaw Tower would have to be put on hold.
The Quidditch Pitch at noon was soaked in almost extravagant sunlight. The sky was a clear, flawless blue, with a few wisps of thin cloud like white paint casually brushed across it.
Sean hesitated before asking one last