Communication with Magical Artifacts? First Encounter with Centaurs!

"If you ask me, this is much more dangerous than soccer."

Adrian watched the broom lying on the ground with a restless mind.

Clearly, he did not share the intense interest in flying that children born into wizarding families possessed.

Neville reacted in much the same way.

His gaze seemed as if he wanted to stare a hole right through the broom.

"I have to agree, that is indeed the case, but we are wizards, after all."

Devero responded in a relaxed tone.

To be honest.

He had no interest in flying.

He could already teleport.

Who would still use such a mode of transportation?

"Speaking of which, why did you bring a toad to this class?"

Adrian asked, looking at Eld on Devero's shoulder with confusion.

"Oh, this guy has been indoors for too long. I was afraid he might actually turn into a specimen, so I had to bring him out for some fresh air."

At this moment.

Madam Hooch walked up in front of them.

"Well, what are you all waiting for?"

She said sharply.

"Everyone stand next to a Flying Broom. Quickly, quickly, hurry up."

Devero turned and took Eld off his shoulder.

He placed him on a patch of empty ground a short distance away.

Afterward, he immediately stood in front of his own broom.

Uh.

This broom looked as old as if it had been used for twenty years.

Some of the twigs were sticking out in every direction.

"Stretch out your right hand and place it over the handle of the broom."

Madam Hooch shouted in front of the students.

"Then say: 'Up!'"

"Up!"

Everyone shouted.

Devero did the same.

But his broom only trembled slightly.

After that, it showed no reaction at all.

This drew a mocking laugh from Malfoy, who was standing nearby.

"Oops, perhaps the French are better suited for riding flying carpets; after all, they are all stubborn old fogies who can't keep up with the times."

"Or maybe the French are born without the genes for riding brooms. They should just stay on the ground and stop embarrassing Hogwarts."

Devero frowned slightly.

But he did not care about Malfoy's taunts at all.

Because he didn't even consider himself French.

He was just puzzled by the broom's reaction.

He felt as if this broom was trying to bargain with him.

After obtaining the [Wand-making Prodigy] trait.

Devero discovered that he seemed capable of communicating with certain magical items that possessed a degree of sentience.

However, most of the time, this communication was very faint.

Or rather, the living attributes within the magical items were quite minimal.

So, Devero had not really communicated with them much.

The most intense instance of communication was when he first chose his wand.

But at that time, he had not yet obtained this trait.

He had obtained it later.

But the wand in his hand was far too obedient to him.

It had almost become a part of his body.

Therefore, Devero had never had an opportunity to use this particular ability.

Today was the first time he had the chance.

Devero felt the broom was expressing its... fear?

It seemed to be saying it was afraid of heights.

That's why it was unwilling to let Devero ride it.

Devero's lips twitched.

This Flying Broom was afraid of heights?

It was utterly preposterous; he couldn't imagine what previous students had done to it.

So, Devero began to soothe the broom.

He cajoled and reasoned with it.

Only then did the broom obey and fly into his hand.

By this time, most people were ready.

Madam Hooch began to teach everyone how to fly.

At this moment, Devero knew Neville would likely suffer the misfortune of falling off his Flying Broom.

But he had no way to look after him right now!

Because he felt his broom was extremely anxious!

When he gripped the handle.

He felt it trembling madly.

Devero could only hold on as tightly as possible.

And continuously speak words of comfort to the broom.

Devero didn't know if it could understand.

But it was all he could do.

At this moment, he wanted to hold his wand.

To add some sense of security.

He lightly released his right hand.

Who would have thought.

Madam Hooch said.

"Hold the broom steady, rise a few feet, then lean forward slightly, and land vertically back on the ground. Listen for my whistle—three—two—"

Neville shot straight into the sky.

Causing a wave of gasps.

"Come back, boy!"

Madam Hooch shouted.

But Neville continued to ascend.

Unstoppably.

At this moment, Devero had no hands to grip the broom.

Hearing everyone's shouts.

The broom, like a startled horse.

It shook violently.

And suddenly shot forward!

It galloped straight towards the Forbidden Forest!

And maintained an extremely low altitude!

As it skimmed over the grass.

It parted the grass on both sides like a wave of green.

Devero felt as if he were riding a speeding sports car with failed brakes.

He could break his neck and die by crashing into a tree in the Forbidden Forest at any moment.

Devero plunged into the Forbidden Forest!

By tilting his body.

He narrowly dodged two giant trees.

He swiftly drew his wand from his waist.

"Wingardium Leviosa!"

A force lifted Devero directly off his broom.

Then the broom he was riding plunged straight into a tree.

If Devero hadn't cast a spell in time.

The future academic star of the wizarding world.

Potion Prodigy Devero was about to perish here.

Devero lightly waved his wand.

He finally landed slowly.

Devero looked around.

He was currently in a dense patch of trees.

Not a living creature in sight.

He didn't detect any immediate threats.

Devero walked over.

Wanting to see if he could pull his broom out of the tree.

But it was obvious.

The broom was truly terrified.

It was almost entirely embedded in the trunk.

Devero used all his might.

But still couldn't pull it out.

Just as Devero was about to give up.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

Footsteps, unlike a human's, sounded behind him.

Devero immediately turned around, alert.

He held his wand protectively in front of him.

Ready to cast a defensive spell at any moment.

What appeared before him was a creature he had never seen before.

This creature had an upper body like a human's.

Astonishingly blue eyes and platinum blonde hair.

Shimmering.

Its lower body was the pale golden body of a silver-maned horse.

Strong and elegant.

A centaur!

"Need some help?"

To be honest.

If you didn't look at his lower body, this centaur.

Was simply the most handsome person... uh... creature Devero had seen since arriving in this world!

Devero was a little stunned.

Hearing the other's question.

He turned and showed the trunk with the embedded Flying Broom to the centaur.

"My broom is stuck."

The centaur said nothing.

He walked forward directly.

With a powerful pull of his strong arms.

The broom was yanked free.

He then turned and handed it to Devero.

"It's dangerous here, you should leave quickly."

Saying this, the handsome centaur quickly ran deep into the Forbidden Forest.

Thump! Thump! Thump...

Listening to the sound of hooves fading away.

Devero looked down at his broom.

There was already a clear, large crack on the broom.

It was probably impossible to fly it anymore.

Devero continuously tried to use the Reparo spell to see if he could improve its condition to some extent.

But unfortunately.

It had already completely split open.

This was indeed very dangerous within the Forbidden Forest.

Devero immediately took off and ran back in the direction he came from.

Fortunately, he hadn't gone too deep.

He ran out in no time.

He quickly returned to the initial teaching location.

At this time, Neville had already fallen off his broom.

Madam Hooch was about to take him to the school infirmary.

After seeing the condition of Devero's broom.

She also wanted to take Devero along.

Devero politely declined.

After demonstrating his complete physical condition.

Madam Hooch no longer insisted.

Leaving a warning for everyone not to fly recklessly.

She left with the still sobbing Neville.

And so.

Next up was the special event--

Draco Malfoy!

Harry Potter!

Two dragons playing with a pearl!