Stunt Flying and an Unexpected Peril

First, he began by trying the simplest forward and backward flips, followed by left and right rolls.

Though the rapidly shifting gravity made the blood rush to his head, he completed those maneuvers smoothly.

Next came the more difficult moves: first the bell maneuver, then the half-roll inversion, hammerhead maneuver, cobra maneuver... all of them among the most difficult and famous moves in stunt flying.

Bumping and stumbling his way through, Ye Ting completed one thrilling, flashy maneuver after another. If ace pilots had witnessed this, they would surely have cried, "Impossible!" before questioning their entire lives.

After all, anyone who saw someone else master on their first try moves they themselves might not learn even after years of practice would begin questioning their life.

Of course, this was not solely due to his exceptional athleticism and learning ability. It also came from the flying broom's superior handling and agility compared to a fighter jet.

At the sight, the young wizards on the lawn let out cries of admiration. Though they could not judge the difficulty of those maneuvers, the dazzling flight still left them shouting in amazement.

Madam Hooch, however, saw far more. She had once been a professional Quidditch player, and she truly recognized Ye Ting's extraordinary flying ability—talent that far surpassed every Quidditch player she had ever seen.

At last, Ye Ting slowed down and ended his flashy stunt flying.

It was not that he did not want to keep enjoying the flight, but the broom's creaking wails told him that it had long since reached its limit.

What he had just done was the equivalent of forcing an agricultural crop-dusting machine to perform stunts meant for fighter jets. He had no doubt that if he kept flying like this for even a little longer, the broom would fall apart on the spot.

Amid his classmates' praise, Ye Ting slowly descended, ready to land.

Suddenly, a familiar scream caught his attention.

"Help! I... I can't control it!"

The trembling female voice immediately drew Ye Ting's attention.

He easily identified its owner: Hermione.

Looking toward the sound, he saw Hermione in the sky some distance away, nervously clinging to her broom as it flew wildly about. She looked as though she was about to lose her grip and fall.

"Watch out!" He heard the terrified shouts of the students below.

"Hold tight to the broom, grip it with your legs, and try to keep your balance!" Madam Hooch shouted.

"Ting, help her!" someone yelled at Ye Ting.

But Ye Ting was already gone from where he had been. He squeezed the broom between his legs and shot toward Hermione.

Unfortunately, Hermione could not hold on any longer. The out-of-control flight had already exhausted her.

When the broom flipped her upside down in midair once more, she could no longer hold onto the handle and fell from the sky.

She let out a terrified scream as she plunged helplessly downward.

The young wizards on the ground closed their eyes in horror. From such a height, even if she did not die, she would be crippled for life.

Madam Hooch fumbled for her wand, wanting to cast some spell to stop it all, but unlike Dumbledore, she was not skilled in wandless and silent casting. In the end, she was still a step too late.

Only Ye Ting ignored the old broom's mournful creaking and frantically increased his speed.

As he dove at high speed, the howling wind lashed his cheeks with stinging pain. The end of the broom had completely fallen apart, wooden splinters constantly flying behind him—by now, he was practically diving while riding a broomstick that was about to snap in two.

At that moment, he was like an arrow loosed from a bow, tracing a parabola through the air.

As expected of Ye Ting, he remained calm in the face of danger, and his knowledge of physics helped him immensely—he controlled the timing of the broom's collapse, allowing it to maintain the same falling speed as Hermione after losing its levitation ability.

At last, he drew close to Hermione. His precise calculations had placed him directly below her, with less than half a meter between them.

Ye Ting decisively let go with both hands, controlling the broomstick with only his feet as he forcefully caught the panicked Hermione.

Though in that instant he felt as if his arms had been struck hard, she was not nearly as heavy as he had imagined.

That was because Ye Ting had controlled the speed of his dive. He cleverly adjusted his vertical diving speed to match Hermione's falling speed, so when he caught her, he only had to withstand the force from the horizontal direction.

However, this created another problem.

They were falling far too fast, and they were now too low to have enough space to slow down.

Yet none of this made him panic in the slightest.

He remained utterly calm, straining his entire body to adjust himself in midair. He forcibly turned the broom around and crashed toward the forest beside them.

With a loud crash, the two of them plunged into the canopy of a large tree.

Ye Ting tried his best to hold Hermione in his arms. Hard branches slammed into his body and scraped across his skin, but the canopy effectively cushioned the force of their fall.

Unfortunately, their initial diving speed had been too great. The two of them tore through the canopies of several trees in succession, snapping countless branches before finally hitting the ground. They rolled several meters before barely coming to a stop.