Calculations

Thursday afternoon, following Transfiguration and Charms in the morning.

The freshmen were about to experience a course unique to their year—Flying Class!

Flying lessons weren't held in the classroom, nor on the Quidditch pitch.

Instead, it was on the large lawn in front of the castle.

The flying class professor was a witch who looked relatively young.

According to Iris, she's also a referee for the Quidditch matches at Hogwarts.

"My name is Alice Crick, and I hope you'll all pay close attention to everything I say in this class. Because if something goes wrong in the sky, the first thing you need to learn is how to save yourselves! Don't expect me, on the ground, to be able to help you when you're flying at high speeds!"

Professor Crick said with a smile, but in the sternest tone possible.

Luckily, everyone present was a Ravenclaw.

Although the professor's explanation was convoluted, they all understood.

During the first week of classes, too many students would overwhelm the professor.

Professor Crick specifically spaced out the first week's classes, choosing the most obedient and steady Ravenclaw students first as guinea pigs for the inaugural lesson.

To protect the little wizards.

Besides the textbook tutorials and basic techniques, Professor Crick also taught some of her unique experiences and skills.

Reciting the rules was no challenge for the Ravenclaw students.

Soon, everyone indicated that they had remembered.

Professor Crick wasn't reassured and randomly selected a few people to ask them about some of the rules.

Seeing the latter answer fluently.

Professor Crick was very pleased that he had Ravenclaw students attend the first lesson.

"Each of you, choose a broom, and use your conviction to summon it into your hands. Only then can you prove that, when you fly through the air, they can truly connect with your heart."

"Get up!" "Fly over here!" "Come here!"...

The lively slogans echoed across the entire field.

Cypher was pondering why Professor Crick had suddenly revealed a satisfied expression.

As he watched the little eagles shouting slogans with great enthusiasm, it dawned on him that if this class were Gryffindor.

Most students get stuck on memorizing the rules.

It wasn't impossible for an entire class to be spent entirely on Q&A.

Having figured this out, Cypher felt enlightened, shaking off the bad mood of having to take extra classes after a tiring day.

He walked to the pile of brooms, ready to get to work.

Flying is one of humanity's dreams!

Meanwhile, just as Cypher was filled with emotion.

Iris and Luna had already summoned their brooms into their hands.

Professor Crick nodded approvingly at them, indicating that they could fly low over the grass.

And so, the two of them, riding their brooms, arrived next to Cypher, their gazes looking down slightly at him.

You have to understand that girls are taller than boys in early adolescence, but Cypher, who has been training since he was young, is still half a head taller than the two girls.

At this moment, the two of them were at eye level with Cypher, naturally straddling their brooms.

The two girls swung their legs on the broom, huddled together, watching the utterly stalled Cypher.

"No way, Cypher, you can't even summon a broom?"

Iris feigned surprise.

"Are you kidding us? Just trying to give us a confidence boost?"

Luna rarely joked around, so this was a surprise.

"I'm not sure why either, but I can feel the broom constantly resisting me."

"I tried to soothe them, but it was no use."

Cypher frowned and explained the trouble he was facing.

"Pacify? Cypher, they are tools! You need to command them."

Iris pointed a finger at Cypher, swinging her legs, her hair swaying along with the movement.

"Is that so!"

Cypher nodded in understanding.

In my past life, my education and values subconsciously led me to treat all beings with thoughts as equals.

"Get over here!"

Cypher didn't say a word; it was merely a thought.

The broom obediently jumped from the ground into his hand, appearing well-behaved and sensible.

Professor Clark, the witch, was fortunate enough to witness this.

She was somewhat surprised; the school's equipment differed from private brooms.

To emphasize teaching effectiveness, they were often particularly unruly.

A young wizard who could silently command the equipment would become an excellent Quidditch player.

Seeing Cypher turn his gaze to her.

Professor Clark smiled and nodded at him, acknowledging that he could practice flying on the broom.

Another class passed uneventfully.

As the end of the lesson approached, all the young wizards had completed the lesson, achieving the course goal of flying close to the ground.

Due to the excellent performance of the young wizards.

Professor Clark happily awarded Ravenclaw five points.

After announcing the end of the class.

The hungry young wizards rushed towards the castle gates for the first time since entering Hogwarts.

Cypher felt the intense scramble reminiscent of school cafeteria openings in his previous life.

In the evening, Cypher's dormitory.

Cypher looked at the two girls lying limply on the bed, so he had no choice but to sit on the sofa on the side.

"In the wizarding world, is there nothing else besides brooms that can assist with flying?"

Cypher felt that riding a broom was very unsafe.

Flying too fast was practically like being a human meatball in free fall.

If a battle broke out, how could one manage without protection?

"There are, but the flight speed and magic consumption ratio of those tools are far less excellent than that of a broom."

Upon hearing this, Iris lazily turned over on Cypher's bed, turning her head to answer Cypher.

"Like magic carpets and magic wings, the reason they are not popular, besides being too bulky and difficult to carry, is that they are too precisely made and therefore more easily damaged. Most importantly, the cost is far higher than top-notch brooms. With that price, you could buy a Pegasus Flying Car."

Luna didn't even bother to look at Cypher; she turned over, hugged Iris, and said vaguely with narrowed eyes.

"Tomorrow morning's potion class is the last class of the week."

"Potion class?"

Cypher was a little confused as to why Iris used a questioning tone.

He recalled the timetable and confirmed the news.

Unexpectedly, Iris suddenly got up, excitedly nudging Luna.

"What's wrong?"

Luna was a little impatient.

"Potion class! Luna! Professor Slughorn!"

"So?"

"Restricted Section permit! You know, he likes to show off."

As soon as she finished speaking, Luna seemed to have thought of something.

She suddenly opened her eyes, a sly smile on her face.

"Watch my performance in class tomorrow. As expected, we will get the Restricted Section permit!"

Seeing her so confident, Cypher smiled and said that he would wait and see.

With something to do, Luna didn't lie limp on the bed anymore.

She sat on the edge of the bed, counting her slender white fingers, silently calculating what tricks Horace Slughorn had used in previous years' classes.

You don't want to threaten the professor, do you?

Cypher was even a little afraid of Luna like this...

He suddenly felt a little sympathy for Professor Slughorn.

At the same time, Professor Slughorn, who was drinking in Hogsmeade village outside the school, sneezed violently.

An ominous premonition welled up in his heart.