Merlin's Trousers!

Merlin's Trousers! Brook and Hermione had only just arrived at the pitch.

Each of the twins came running over with two Flying Broomsticks.

Fred was breathing slightly heavily as he handed a dark brown broom to Brook and Hermione respectively.

"Phew, Cleansweep Sevens—the Quidditch team's Flying Broomsticks. They might not compare to the Nimbus 2000, but they're far better than those antiques from Flying Class."

George winked and deliberately lowered his voice.

"But be careful. If you break them..."

He deliberately drew out the last word, then spoke in unison with Fred.

"Wood will skin us alive."

The two of them dramatically hugged their shoulders and shivered.

"But if you really do break one..." Fred suddenly put on a sly expression and tapped the broom handle with his fingertip.

"How about Master Brook buys two Nimbus 2000s to pay us back? We can lend them to the team for training."

Brook rubbed the dragon-hide binding on the broom handle with his thumb, deep in thought.

All the first-year wizards had been talking about flying and Quidditch today.

He had also learned that Quidditch required seven people.

If Nimbus 2000s were not too expensive, he could buy seven and lend them to the Quidditch team.

Maybe he would win the goodwill of the entire Gryffindor house.

No matter how he calculated it, he definitely would not lose out.

"How much is a Nimbus 2000?"

"Merlin's beard!" George nearly choked on his own saliva. "You're not serious, are you? Each one costs five hundred Gold Galleons!"

"Gasp!" Brook sucked in a sharp breath.

He had spent only a thousand Gold Galleons on that shop in Diagon Alley.

Two Flying Broomsticks were worth an entire shop.

They were practically the wizarding world's Lamborghinis!

Including what was in his vault, he still had nearly two thousand Gold Galleons. He had thought he was rich.

Apparently, he had been too hasty.

Hermione suddenly cut in. "School rules clearly forbid first-years from bringing brooms!"

Like a lioness protecting her cub, she stood in front of Brook, her finger nearly poking the twins in the nose.

"Ah! Right, right." Fred retreated half a step with a grin, his gaze sweeping over Brook's twitching mouth.

"Flying Class has begun." George changed the subject at just the right moment.

Practical lessons were far more exciting than theory.

The twins immediately had Brook and Hermione mount their brooms.

One took charge of each of them and began instructing them.

"Keep your balance!"

George rode backward on his broom as he circled around them. "Imagine your spine is a second broom handle..."

"Good, that's it, Hermione. You can pull the broom handle slightly to rise a little higher. You can go a little faster too."

George rode beside Hermione, protecting her.

However, Hermione was flying at a snail's pace just two meters above the ground.

His protection seemed rather unnecessary no matter how one looked at it.

The little girl's face was slightly flushed, her eyes full of excitement and nervousness.

But no matter how George encouraged her, she never dared raise the broom any higher.

Still, as she continued flying, she gradually regained some confidence.

Brook's side, meanwhile, was much wilder.

At first, he had been flying properly according to Fred's instructions.

He sat steadily on the broom, feeling the breeze brush past him.

Yet scenes of sword-riding flight from his previous life kept overlapping in his mind like a film.

He suddenly pushed himself up with both hands and stood atop the Flying Broomstick.

The wind howled past his ears, and he seemed to merge with heaven and earth.

Only then did Brook experience an unprecedented sense of exhilaration.

He suddenly understood why he had always found wizards' way of flying somewhat awkward.

Because as a person of Great Xia, he would forever carry the pride of standing between heaven and earth in his bones.

As the saying went, "Ride the righteousness of heaven and earth, command the transformations of the six energies."

This was the freedom he sought.

"Merlin's trousers!"

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Fred's jaw nearly dropped to the ground in shock.

He hurriedly sped up on his Flying Broomstick to follow behind Brook, gripping his wand tightly.

"Slow down! Slow down! Brook, ahead..."

Just as he was about to crash into the stands, Brook stomped hard on the broom's head with his right foot.

The broom shot vertically upward along the stands, tracing a perfect semicircle thirty meters in the air.

"I must be insane. What did I just see?"

Fred forgot to control his broom for a moment, staring fixedly at Brook.

George shouted so excitedly that his voice cracked. "That's incredible, Brook!"

Having had his fill of fun, Brook gradually brought the broom to a stop five meters above the grass.

Hermione's scream pierced the sky.

"Brook!!!"

When she saw Brook's dangerous maneuver, her anger actually overwhelmed her fear, and her broom charged straight toward him.

In a flash, two figures collided in midair.

"Fuck."

Brook wrapped an arm around Hermione's waist, turning his back toward the ground and shielding her tightly.

He repeatedly cast the Levitation Charm on himself, trying to slow their descent.

The twins were also stunned by the sudden situation.

After recovering their senses, they hurriedly cast slowing spells, but their aim was off, and the spells failed to achieve their intended effect.

With a soft thud, Brook and Hermione fell onto the grass.

Brook felt a burst of pain in his back.

But his Levitation Charm seemed to have worked. It felt about the same as taking a fall, and he was not seriously hurt.

"Hermione, are you all right?"

Hermione also recovered from the shock, her eyes filled with fear.

Her voice trembled as she said, "I... I'm fine, Brook. How about you? It was all because of me..."

"I'm fine. You're just a bit heavy," Brook teased.

"I-I am not."

Hermione climbed off Brook with an embarrassed little huff.

Brook still had the mood to joke, which proved that he really was all right.

Hermione's fear and worry gradually faded amid Brook's teasing.

At this moment, the twins hurriedly flew over as well.

They landed beside Brook and Hermione, their faces full of concern.

"How are you two? Are you hurt?" Fred asked anxiously.

Brook smiled faintly. "I'm fine. Hermione is too."

George let out a sigh of relief. "Thank Merlin, it's good that you're all right. You really scared us just now."

He and Fred helped pull Brook to his feet.

"Brook, you're a genius. That vertical turn just now was unbelievably cool."

Fred excitedly grabbed Brook by the shoulders.

"If Wood had seen it, he'd definitely drag you into the Quidditch team."

George's eyes gleamed with anticipation as he eagerly awaited Brook's affirmative answer.

"It's a pity first-years can't join the team. Otherwise, we'd have our Seeker." Fred said with some disappointment.

"How about we go ask Professor McGonagall?" George suggested.

The twins said in unison, "Brook, you want to join too, right?"

"Well... I'll think about it."

Brook truly did not have much interest in playing Quidditch.

His principle was: if he could sit, he would never stand; if he could lie down, he would never sit.

So when it came to sports, he preferred being a spectator rather than a participant.

Of course, there was one sport that was an exception.

The twins tried persuading Brook a few more times, but seeing how firm his attitude was, they did not press the matter any further.

Their sense of restraint made Brook regard them even more highly.

He hated people who clung to others like chewing gum.

Afterward, Hermione inevitably gave Brook a thorough scolding.

After all, his move of standing on the Flying Broomstick and making a vertical turn had indeed looked dangerous.

He merely listened with a cheerful smile.