Interesting Happenings and Flying Lessons

In Ye Ting's eyes, aside from Professor Quirinus Quirrell of Defense Against the Dark Arts, Hogwarts's professors were undoubtedly all highly accomplished.

Even the gloomy and awkward Snape was still worthy of being called a master of Potions in his eyes.

The only two classes he found difficult to accept were History of Magic and Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Ye Ting felt that History of Magic was of little use to him. Memorizing the dates of goblin rebellions and the establishment of magical laws was completely meaningless.

As for Quirinus Quirrell, the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, he was not only foolish but also harbored ulterior motives. Ye Ting could not learn anything from him at all.

So whenever those two classes came around, he would skip them on his own and hide in the library.

Professor Cuthbert Binns, who taught History of Magic, knew nothing about this—the ghost who had lived for nearly a thousand years had an extremely limited understanding of his students. He had never even gotten a student's name right.

Professor Quirrell, meanwhile, dared to be angry but not speak out. He was timid by nature, and Voldemort lived on the back of his head, leaving him paranoid every day and too afraid to stir up trouble.

Aside from studying, the other aspects of life at Hogwarts were quite interesting, such as the staircases.

There were as many as one hundred and forty-two of them. Some were broad and grand; some were narrow, small, and rickety; some led somewhere different every Friday; and on some, a step would suddenly vanish halfway up, so you had to remember where to jump.

There were also many doors. Unless you politely asked them to open, or poked exactly the right spot, they would not open for you. Some were not real doors at all, but solid walls made to look like doors.

It was difficult to remember where everything was, because everything seemed to be constantly moving.

The people in the portraits were forever visiting one another, and even suits of armor could walk.

For Ye Ting, seeing all this in the movies and experiencing it in person were entirely different things. The moving staircases that seemed so entertaining in the films and novels caused him no end of trouble in his daily life.

He felt that anyone with even a slight lack of direction would get hopelessly lost in Hogwarts.

The people in the portraits did not really affect him, but as a polite person, constantly greeting them was exhausting as well.

However, Argus Filch, the caretaker who frightened little wizards most in the original story, and his old cat, Mrs Norris, caused him no trouble at all.

On one hand, he did not cause much trouble. On the other, Himari's presence meant that Mrs Norris always kept a respectful distance from Ye Ting.

As a cat demon, Himari was practically the boss among all the cats at Hogwarts. Every cat—even those with Kneazle blood—obeyed her.

When Ye Ting was in class or spending time in the library, Himari would sometimes wander around the castle on her own. No one would hurt her: the students all liked her, including the mischievous twins George Weasley and Fred Weasley, while even Peeves, the greatest prankster of them all, would instinctively stay away from her, probably because she was a cat demon.

Thus, people would often see a small white cat swaggering through the castle with a whole group of cats of different sizes and colors behind her. It became one of Hogwarts's newest spectacles.

Sometimes, even Orianna would ride on her back and wander around with her.

Besides all that, there was one other matter at Hogwarts that drew Ye Ting's greatest attention.

It left him both eager and conflicted.

It was broomstick flying.

In truth, Ye Ting was looking forward to Madam Hooch's flying lessons. After all, flight had been humanity's dream for a long time. He himself had always dreamed of one day soaring freely through the sky.

At his current level of magic, flying was still an impractical fantasy—also because the world of Harry Potter itself had no magic directly related to flight.

But right in front of him was a shortcut to achieving that goal: a flying broomstick.

To Ye Ting, flying was cool, but riding a broomstick was simply idiotic.

As cool as flying on a sword was, riding a flying broomstick was that idiotic. That was his opinion.

Hermione did not think so. Perhaps due to the difference between Eastern and Western cultures, even Cho Chang, a Chinese girl who had grown up in Britain, felt that riding a flying broomstick was no big deal.

Ever since news of Neville Longbottom breaking his leg during flying class reached Ravenclaw, Miss Know-it-all had become even more nervous about the flying lessons that had yet to begin. She borrowed a copy of Quidditch Through the Ages from the library and read it carefully several times.

In her spare time, she kept muttering about the flying instructions in the book. She also pestered Cho Chang, who was highly skilled at flying, repeatedly asking her to describe what it felt like to fly on a broomstick. Even good-natured Cho Chang was driven to impatience.

The other little wizards were somewhat uneasy as well. As flying lessons drew closer, more and more of them began discussing flying and Quidditch.

Among the first-years, those from wizarding families would boast about how they played with flying broomsticks during the holidays, while the Muggle-born first-years could only look on in envy.

Thank you to Baili Zhehou for the 588-point reward and the reminder vote. As a newcomer, this was my first time receiving a reward and a reminder vote, and I was truly moved. It made me feel that my writing had value.

I have been an old bookworm for a long time and have also explored quite a bit of Japanese ACGN. I have also read Western works such as Marvel, Harry Potter, Dungeons & Dragons, and A Song of Ice and Fire, and played Blizzard Entertainment games, Steam games, Paradox Interactive games, and so on. These are all sources of my inspiration and material.

I have long had ideas about writing novels. I made some attempts over the past few years, but I could not even satisfy myself, so I never published anything.

I considered writing this novel for a long time before finally deciding to begin—after all, after all these years of reading, watching, playing, and playing, how could I keep taking in without ever producing anything?

In fact, the outline was prepared long ago. Harry Potter is only the first world. I cannot say exactly how many millions of words I intend to write, but I have indeed prepared plots for several worlds. This is only the beginning.

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