A Flight Class Like No Other

Everyone stared up at Chu Yang, who had already flown high into the sky, their mouths hanging open alongside the startled Madam Hooch.

Since the invention of Flying Broomsticks, no wizard had ever flown while standing on one. Even more unbelievably, Chu Yang had actually taken off.

Even wizards sitting on their brooms in the standard posture might not succeed on their first try...

"I have to say, standing on a broom looks way cooler than sitting on one. Don't you think, Harry?" Ron tilted his head and whispered into Harry's ear.

"It does look cool, like surfing through the sky." Harry nodded, then said worriedly, "But this is far too dangerous. Without holding the broom with his hands, how is he controlling it? If he falls from up there, a few days in the hospital definitely won't be enough!"

The anxious Hermione ran to Madam Hooch and reminded her, "You should fly up and bring Chu Yang back. This is too dangerous."

Madam Hooch seemed to snap out of a daze and hurriedly mounted her Flying Broomstick. But at that moment, Neville let out a sharp scream.

At some point, Neville had copied Chu Yang's stance and stepped onto his broom. But he lacked Chu Yang's control, so he could only crouch low on top of it as it wobbled into the air. He was already five or six meters off the ground.

He looked like he was squatting in the sky to take a dump...

"Neville, what are you doing?"

"I just wanted to try it! I didn't think..."

As he spoke, Neville suddenly lurched in midair. He was so frightened that he immediately shut his mouth and focused all his attention on controlling the Flying Broomstick.

But it was completely useless!

Neville kept rising. He glanced down at the ground beneath him, and his whole body instantly stiffened as he sat frozen on the broom.

Chu Yang, soaring through the sky, did not notice the chaos below at all. He was having the time of his life.

The reason Chu Yang could stand steadily on the broom without falling was that Superman's physique gave him powerful control over his body.

In addition, the magic power of Wood Release helped Chu Yang communicate better with wooden magical items, allowing him to control them precisely even without using his hands.

Only because of those two factors could he pull off something so outrageous.

Actually, Chu Yang had not intended to do this at first. He had been ready to learn flying step by step like the other students!

But memories could be terrifying sometimes!

He had watched too many fantasy martial arts dramas before, and Sword Flight had left a deep impression on him. So when he saw the broom at his feet, he instinctively stepped onto it.

And then he really took off!

Chu Yang savored the wind howling past his ears. As he rose higher and higher, the adrenaline in his body surged wildly.

The thrill of flying was far more intense than driving at three hundred kilometers per hour!

This feels pretty awesome. It's just a little strange to have a broom under my feet. When I have time later, I should ask whether I can have something in another shape custom-made, Chu Yang thought, finding it slightly lacking.

When Chu Yang prepared to head back, he saw two figures rapidly approaching from below.

The out-of-control Neville!

And the anxious Madam Hooch!

As she rushed toward Neville, she prayed in her heart.

There had been freshmen accidents in previous years, but never anything this absurd. Even the experienced Madam Hooch was a little flustered.

Seeing that Neville was in danger, Chu Yang immediately shot toward him. One rushed upward while the other plunged downward. At the instant they passed each other, Chu Yang swiftly leaped onto the other broom.

Neville first felt the broom suddenly sink downward. Then a powerful impact came from beneath him, knocking his hands off the broom he had been gripping tightly.

That was because the moment Chu Yang's magic power connected with the Flying Broomstick, he was forcibly seizing Neville's control over it!

Whether in quality or quantity, Chu Yang's magic power was far beyond Neville's. So when the two clashed, the backflow of magic power instantly blasted his hands away.

"Steady yourself!"

Neville, wildly flailing his arms in the air, vaguely heard Chu Yang's voice. At the same time, he felt someone forcefully press down on his shoulders.

Still crouching on the broom, Neville did not think twice before turning around and hugging Chu Yang's thigh. He took a deep breath and straightened his body. As he gradually calmed down, the broom also stabilized.

Only then did Chu Yang guide the broom down toward the training grounds.

Madam Hooch, following behind them, was completely dumbfounded by that maneuver!

Professor McGonagall, sitting in her office, was dumbfounded too!

As a Quidditch fanatic, Professor McGonagall swore that she had never seen anyone ride a Flying Broomstick like that!

Even more unbelievable, she had witnessed the entire process of Chu Yang forcibly taking Neville's control over the Flying Broomstick!

Was that something a person could do?

If she had not seen it with her own eyes, Professor McGonagall would never have believed such a thing was possible!

Chu Yang landed on the training grounds with the still-shaken Neville in his grasp. The next second, astonishing cheers erupted across the entire field.

Even Madam Hooch could not help applauding after she landed. "Mr. Chu Yang, that was a truly imaginative way of flying. You saved your classmate. May I ask how you did it?"

"By feel, I suppose. I'm not really sure either..." Chu Yang scratched his head awkwardly. How was he supposed to explain this?

This was not a matter of technique. It was a matter of physique. Just as the saying went, people were built differently.

"That is true. It is difficult to sum up any experience from a first flight. Most wizards rely on feeling."

Madam Hooch found nothing strange about Chu Yang's explanation. Smiling, she said, "But the appearance of a brand-new flying posture may well affect Quidditch."

At the mention of Quidditch, the atmosphere on the training grounds instantly became heated.

They were as excited as football fans hearing about the World Cup.

Madam Hooch looked down at Neville and asked, "Mr. Longbottom, are you all right? Can you continue the lesson?"

Neville, whose legs still felt a little weak, nodded.

"Then everyone, please practice what I just taught you first. Wait for me a moment. I'll be right back." With that, Madam Hooch turned and walked toward the school building.

After Madam Hooch left, how could the freshmen possibly bother practicing? They quickly crowded around Chu Yang, chattering noisily as they demanded that he teach them how to fly while standing.

Chu Yang explained helplessly, "I already said it was by feel. I can't teach you!"

"Chu Yang has made himself perfectly clear, so stop making things difficult for him!" Hermione, with her fluffy golden hair, stood before Chu Yang like an angry, puffed-up kitten, sternly blocking the other students one by one.

Ron and Harry also stepped forward, urging everyone to return to their places before Madam Hooch came back, saw them, and deducted points.

Everyone returned to their spots with disappointed expressions and began practicing as Madam Hooch had instructed.

Hermione sneakily sidled up to Chu Yang and whispered, "I helped you chase them away, so remember to teach me."