Excitement Before Flying Class

The dormitory was noisy early the next morning, and Ryan, who maintained a normal human routine, was also attracted by the strange scene in front of him.

I'm usually the first one to wake up, so why is today completely different? Is it because of Harry and Neville?

Harry and Neville went back to their dorm early yesterday because of the rumors.

Ron, this aberrant being, aside from being a little uncomfortable at first, his subsequent behavior was simply outrageous.

When the people around him pestered and questioned him, he only blushed slightly and emphasized that his name was not Ron Weasley, but Ron, or Ronald would also be fine.

Only when he was occasionally a little annoyed would he offer some explanations for himself, Harry, Neville.

As for the description of Draco Malfoy, he himself felt that the man was strange. In addition, he was Slytherin and Malfoy, so when others mentioned Malfoy, he responded with a vague attitude. This made people with a keen eye think that perhaps Rita Skeeter's writing was not comprehensive enough, and that Ron also had some affection for Malfoy.

Ron was indeed the passionate and loving boy described in Rita Skeeter's report.

So Ron went to bed at the normal time yesterday, as did the trio of Michael, Anthony, and Terry.

Harry, Neville is likely to wake up early because he goes to bed early.

Did something big happen that made them forget their worries about yesterday's news, so much so that everyone else was woken up and joined in?

As for Ryan's own bed, Ryan subconsciously intends to sleep until he wakes up naturally, so his magic will subconsciously create a phenomenon that eliminates all unwanted noise.

Only a second had passed in the real world, and Ryan had finished thinking.

Sure enough, from Ron's excited shouts around them, they learned that their first Flying Class would begin tomorrow, Friday at 1 p. m.

The well-informed Ravenclaws already knew that notices had been posted in the Gryffindor and Slytherin Common Room that they would have their Flying Class at 3:30 p. m. on Thursday, which is today.

They had been waiting for a definite start date for their Flying Class, but today, the definite news arrived. Although Flying Class aren't until tomorrow, that doesn't stop the first-year Ravenclaws from getting excited in advance.

Thus, the entire day was filled with the excitement of the crowd.

Even during the morning A History of Magic, few students slept; instead, they whispered among themselves, discussing Quidditch.

During lunch, Harry and Seamus, who was sitting next to him, started discussing Quidditch. Seamus said that he spent most of his childhood Accio around the wilderness on a broomstick.

Ron occasionally chimed in, recounting how he once nearly crashed into a hang glider while riding Charlie's rickety broomstick. Neville didn't speak, but his occasional smiles suggested he had shaken off yesterday's ordeal.

Even Malfoy across from him was noticed by Ryan, and he no longer had the sour face he had yesterday. Perhaps because he had Flying Class this afternoon, he began to tell a long, boastful story with himself as the protagonist.

These stories were quite interesting to Ryan; they were either fabricated from the perspective of a wizard who knew nothing about the Muggle world or copied from somewhere.

This is something that Ryan, a time traveler, would hardly have thought of with his mortal mindset.

"Draco Malfoy does have his merits; he writes interesting stories, but the endings are always disappointing, always ending with him narrowly dodging a Muggle helicopter." Ryan stroked his chin.

At that moment, Ryan even thought how wonderful it would be if Draco Malfoy hadn't been born into a family that discriminated against Muggle. His stories would have been much more interesting and engaging.

"Hmm, Draco Malfoy couldn't have grown up in a wizarding family that liked Muggle. Ron's story is even more outrageous," Ryan thought seriously.

At this moment, the other older students also refrained from disturbing Harry, Ron, Neville, Draco, who had been the center of attention yesterday, lest the joyful atmosphere be ruined.

Perhaps it was the professors' requirement, or perhaps they understood the excitement of flying.

Ryan suddenly felt it wasn't so interesting anymore. First, this way Ryan wouldn't be able to see the four of them's panicked expressions.

Secondly, Ryan gradually heard that the story structure was clearly borrowed from his own "Doraemon" and was coming from the mouths of some clueless little wizards.

These structures were all Ryan's own creations, and the storytelling had to be done well, at least to Ron's level.

Look at Draco and Ron, those two are die-hard fans of Doraemon, and even they wouldn't dare to use this. How dare these guys?

I'm not Ryan, but with Doraemon being so popular, aren't you afraid of being discovered?

Sure enough, their story was exposed by the disapproving young wizards around them before long.

In Harry's eyes, everything today was wonderful.

The cheerful atmosphere continued until Harry suddenly saw Dudley at the Hufflepuff table and realized a blind spot he hadn't noticed before—that his Flying Class were with Hufflepuff.

And it all happened on Friday mornings, during Potions Class with Hufflepuff. To make matters worse, he also had to endure Professor Snape's awkward praise—even though he wasn't that good.

To be honest, Harry had even heard that Professor Snape was very tactful and natural when praising Malfoy. Why did it all change when it came to him?

"Harry, what's wrong?" Ron suddenly noticed Harry's absent-mindedness.

"It's nothing, I just found out that I have to go to Hufflepuff classes with them tomorrow," Harry said.

To be honest, when Harry first heard about the Flying Class, he was excited, just like the other young wizards, but he wasn't particularly interested. In his eyes, weren't the other courses just as amazing?

However, ever since Roger Davies told him that his father, James Potter, was a star Seeker for the Gryffindor Quidditch Team, and he even went to the Trophy Room to check it out, Flying Class was different in his mind. He could now compare it to Potions Class, which Ryan said his mother was just as good at.

However, unlike Potions Class, where I often cooked at Aunt Petunia's house, I only read Quidditch Through the Ages a few times for Flying Class. I didn't have a chance to practice, and I was even deprived of the opportunity to order Take-copter by mail.

"Ron, what if I'm not like my father and end up making a fool of myself in front of Dudley on a flying broomstick?" Harry said gloomily.

"Harry, don't worry. With Dursley's size, it's uncertain whether the flying broom can support him," Ron comforted him.

Ryan, watching this scene, once again marveled at his own skill in turning Dudley into a wizard. And just like that, happiness returned.

Oh dear, poor Harry, hahahahahaha.