Incidents in Flying Class

The flying lesson took place on the lawn in front of the Hogwarts gates.

On the way to class, Bernard looked at Adam, who seemed out of place amidst the lively atmosphere, and asked with a strange expression:

"You don't seem very interested in flying lessons?"

Adam always made him feel like a fake Muggle-born wizard. He was curious about everything in the magical world, but Adam seemed to have a detached indifference to many things.

Through their time together, he had learned that this was probably because Adam had too many of his own thoughts, but he still couldn't quite understand it.

It was flying!

"It's not that I'm not interested. Flying is an experience I'm looking forward to, but this kind of technology is a bit impractical for me."

Adam spread his hands:

"I can't exactly ride a broomstick to my parents' restaurant."

"That's true..."

Bernard nodded. He didn't have any tangible family property to inherit, but Adam's words made him think that he should consider whether he really wanted to fully develop in the wizarding world in the future.

The flying instructor was Madam Hooch, who was also the referee for Hogwarts Quidditch matches. She had short gray hair and yellow eyes like a hawk.

"Everyone stand next to a broomstick... What are you waiting for? Hurry, hurry, make haste!"

It was clear that she was a decisive woman.

Standing next to a broomstick, Adam looked at the broom at his feet and noticed that the branches at the end were a bit messy, and some places even looked like they had been broken. He hoped it wouldn't affect its use later.

Madam Hooch scanned the group and, seeing that everyone was in position, shouted:

"Extend your right hand and place it above the broom handle, then say: 'Up!'"

"Up!"

The broomstick immediately jumped into Adam's hand.

Although some of the students next to him failed the first time, possibly because they were too excited, they all succeeded after a few tries.

Everyone held the broom handles, their faces full of excitement.

"Don't rush. Before you actually take off, you need to understand some precautions about flying."

Madam Hooch began to explain how to properly hold the broomstick and how to sit on it without falling off. During the explanation, she walked past each person, correcting their posture.

"Stand up straight. This posture, leaning too far forward, will cause your broomstick to rush forward at the beginning!"

Madam Hooch patted Bernard on the back and walked to Adam:

"Hmm, very good. You can hold it more calmly. If you want to play Quidditch, you can't hold the broom handle with both hands."

"What exactly is Quidditch?"

Bernard couldn't help but mutter. He had heard the students mention it yesterday and wanted to ask, but couldn't get a word in.

"A game of riding broomsticks to play and catch balls. Perhaps you can take a look at Quidditch Through the Ages. I have the book on my bookshelf."

"I'll take a look when I get back."

"Alright, children, maintain this posture, remember what I just said! Hold the broom steady, rise a few feet, then lean your body slightly forward and land vertically. When I blow the whistle, you kick off the ground with both legs—kick hard!"

Madam Hooch stood at the front of the line, looking at the students in front of her, holding her silver whistle:

"Listen to my whistle—three—two—one—"

Accompanied by the crisp sound of the whistle, Adam kicked off the ground with all his might, and his whole body soared into the air—

Hovering in the air on a broomstick was truly a novel experience. Even though Adam had been mentally prepared, he still couldn't control his heart from racing.

At this moment, noisy sounds suddenly came from around him. It turned out that some students were too excited and shook their upper bodies, causing the broomsticks to move randomly. Madam Hooch called them down from the sky and gave them a lecture.

After watching the excitement, Adam's attention returned to himself. After taking a few deep breaths to calm himself down, Adam began to try to control the broomstick—rise—fall—

After his feet returned to the ground, Adam got off the broomstick and looked at it with shining eyes.

Okay, he had to admit that broomsticks were indeed a bit fun. He wondered what it felt like to fly with wings?

It seemed that learning about The Fly could be moved forward a bit...

"Wow!"

Back on the ground, Bernard stumbled a bit when he got off the broomstick. He looked a little weak in the legs and his face was a little pale, but his eyes were shining.

"Broomsticks are amazing! I never thought I could fly in the sky one day... I mean, without a layer of iron shell around me."

"The material of the aircraft shell isn't iron... but I agree with your previous statement."

"Hey, hey, hey—careful! Adam!"

Adam turned his head and saw Klon turning in the air, riding his broomstick diagonally downwards towards him with a panicked expression. Adam's pupils shrank, and an invisible magic circle rapidly formed under his feet—

"Bang—"

With a muffled sound, Klon crashed into the air in front of Adam, as if hitting a thick shield. Fortunately, he suddenly lost control of the broomstick for some reason just now, and the speed of the broomstick dropped sharply. In the end, Klon just fell from the broomstick, which was only three or four steps above the ground.

"What did I just say?!"

Madam Hooch rushed over quickly, picked up Klon and checked him. After confirming that he was not injured, she opened her mouth angrily:

"Rise a few feet, then lean your body slightly forward, and drop straight back to the ground—I don't care what techniques you've heard elsewhere, in my class, you do as I say! If there's a next time, you'll be serving detention!"

Releasing Klon, Madam Hooch swept her oppressive gaze over the other students:

"All of you, remember that!"

Madam Hooch then began explaining how to move forward and backward in the air, before dismissing the class, telling everyone to remember what she had just taught. She would be asking questions next lesson, and anyone who couldn't remember wouldn't be allowed on a broom.

"Are you alright?"

Adam walked over to Klon's side.

"I'm fine...just a bit of a sting in my nose."

Klon thought about it and decided not to dwell on the odd sensation from earlier. The broom losing control, hitting the air, and all that—it was probably just an illusion caused by his panicked, confused control of the broom.

"What was that just now?"

"Uh..."

Klon's eyes darted around:

"I just remembered a Quidditch move I saw in the newspaper before, and I wanted to try striking a pose, but I didn't expect..."

"Should be glad you didn't try the Wronski Feint, eh?"

Uther, who had overheard Klon's words as he approached, quipped.

"I'm not stupid! And I know I was wrong now, okay? I was terrified when the broom went out of control just now..."