After a thoroughly satisfying downpour that night, the next morning's sky seemed to have been completely washed clean, displaying an unprecedented clarity and brightness. The sun slowly rose from the eastern horizon, its golden light piercing the thin mist and draping the earth in a soft, warm glow.
During the rather dull Flying Class that morning, Ian could still smell the fresh fragrance of soil and flowers mingling in the air, a scent unique to the aftermath of rain. Although Madam Hooch had finally loosened the restrictions on flying height somewhat, Ian, who had already experienced speed and thrills, could not muster much enthusiasm.
He simply watched in silence as Aurora earned five points for Slytherin, while he himself properly completed the flying techniques Madam Hooch had planned to teach that day.
There was no need for him to worry about earning points for the House when the other Ravenclaw young wizards were enough. Compared with most of the people in Slytherin, Ravenclaw's young wizards truly learned very quickly.
"Did you see Rebecca finally take off? I'm really happy for her." As always, Michael's attention was focused on the little Black girl from Slytherin. His learning progress had not been affected by it, but his flying skills were clearly no match for William, whose family had a long tradition of it.
"My friend, you're really suited for Quidditch." Ian had no choice but to give William a thumbs-up as well. The green-haired boy had even demonstrated a "traitor trajectory" movement style that left Madam Hooch somewhat frightened, allowing him to make unpredictable and bizarre turns up, down, left, and right in midair.
Madam Hooch kept saying that flying like that was dangerous, while William secretly told Ian that this flying method was incredibly useful for dodging spells, and was the