Failed Attempt

It was almost 2 o'clock, and the venue was quite noisy.

All the students present obeyed Madam Hooch's instructions and none of them touched the broom.

The Ravenclaw huddled together, discussing whether similar phenomena were described in the book. The Hufflepuff, meanwhile, curiously texted Dudley, asking what it felt like and how he had managed it.

It was a harmonious yet boring scene. Ryan, with a sullen face, lamented once again that he shouldn't have come to Ravenclaw. If Gryffindor and Slytherin students were here, they would have already started fighting.

How interesting it would be Dudley, that bully, could integrate so well into Hufflepuff and still patiently answer questions about that embarrassing scene.

Hufflepuff really that good? Or is Dudley only treating Harry this way, and not bad to others?

That's not right. In the original timeline, he was just as bad to everyone else. He bullied his classmates, and when he got a little older, he spent his days with his cronies vandalizing public property at the amusement park, smoking on street corners, and throwing stones at passing cars and children.

While everyone else was still discussing the magical scene that had just happened to Dudley, Ryan was still pondering Dudley's changes. Could it be that the charm Lily loved had the same effect on Harry after he Dudley magic, reducing negative emotions and, in layman's terms, making him more positive?

"I heard my aunt Amelia Bones mention that Dudley Dursley was 11 years old when he awakened his magic and became a wizard on the evening of the third day after we started school."

"Do you think this is why Dudley isn't accepted by the brooms?" said Susan Bones, a badger with long hair and braids that trailed down her back.

"What! Your aunt is Amelia Bones, the Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement!" Anthony exclaimed in surprise, his cheeks slightly flushed for some reason.

He must have felt ashamed of his constant boasting that his distant relative was Newt's wife, like Susan, who never mentioned her aunt.

"Did your aunt tell you what happened to Little Crouch in the end? I heard that he and Barty Crouch never actually entered Azkaban; they were just imprisoned at home and not allowed to leave," Terry, with his brown skin, asked, leaning in.

Then, the rest of the conversation revolved around Susan's aunt.

However, Ryan understood this. Amelia Bones was a rare and powerful witch. In the original timeline, Voldemort personally infiltrated her home and killed her.

That's quite impressive. Voldemort really has no sportsmanship. He's a full twelve years older than Amelia, but he bullies the younger girl just because he ate a little more fish and chips.

Speaking of which, there are many promising wizards, but Dumbledore killed them all before Voldemort. It's no wonder Fudge stepped forward. As a sheep, he led a group of lions, hoping to make them eat like him!

"Ryan, are you saying that wizards like the Prewett brothers (Molly Weasley's brothers, who were killed by Voldemort) have the flair of Dumbledore?" Penelope interjected, having overheard Ryan's exclamation during the Mind Games.

"I mean, they've been studying magic all this time, not doing anything else, and by the time they're Dumbledore's age, they're pretty much at Dumbledore's level now," Ryan thought to himself, then continued to ponder.

If Amelia were to put aside her work in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement from now on and dedicate herself to studying and training magic, she could probably still put up a good fight after Voldemort's resurrection.

"However, that should be impossible. Not every wizard can escape worldly affairs," Ryan thought.

Soon, the surroundings returned to silence. It turned out to be Madam Hooch, who was walking from afar with a broom in her hand.

"Hmm, not bad, the broom hasn't moved an inch." Madam Hooch exclaimed. "Dudley, come here, try this broom again."

"Okay." Dudley nodded and took the broom.

Sizzle!

Dudley broke another broom while sitting on it, and Dudley fell heavily to the ground again. It was truly remarkable. Ryan noticed that Dudley Thousand-Jin Drop.

Good heavens, if Dudley really masters this technique, combined with his weight, I'm afraid no wizard could withstand his pressure. One shove and no one would survive.

"Mr. Dursley, I'm afraid you'll have to stay on the ground for this lesson. I can't keep the other students from learning to fly," Madam Hooch said with a hint of regret. "If you continue, then there's a reason to switch—"

"Change what?" Dudley scratched the back of his head. Madam Hooch's cheeks flushed slightly, but she didn't speak.

"It's such a shame. If Madam Hooch Dudley broken all these brooms, we could have gotten new ones," Ron said.

But clearly, he wasn't the only clever person; everyone else understood what Madam Hooch meant.

"Madam Hooch, I'm willing to lend my broom to Dudley!"

"Never abandon, never give up!"

"Unity and mutual assistance are the spirit of Hufflepuff. Dudley, Dudley my broom!"

Madam Hooch's expression clearly showed a slight change of heart, but out of a teacher's pride, she still stuck to her bottom line.

"Alright, quiet down, let's continue the lesson."

"Hold the broom steady, rise a few feet, and then lean your body slightly to the left."

"Very good, now to the right, then to the left, lean back."

Next, aside from Ryan, who went unnoticed by everyone, Harry performed the best; he seemed born to be on the broom.

He executed all of Madam Hooch's instructions perfectly, even better, surpassing them.

Madam Hooch had everyone else lean forward slightly and land back on the ground, while Harry flew a little higher so that the other young wizards could learn this smoothness that even veterans couldn't replicate.

So Harry rose up, the air whistling through his hair and his robes billowing behind him—he lifted his flying broomstick a little higher, making it fly even higher.

The screams and heavy breathing of the girls came from the ground, and Ron shouted in admiration.

"Alright, Harry, you can come down now. In all my years at Hogwarts ... I've never... You should try the school team. Wait for me after class; I need to speak with Professor Flitwick," Madam Hooch exclaimed.

"Madam Hooch, Harry did exactly what you told him to do." Ron, for some inexplicable reason, acted as if he hadn't noticed Madam Hooch's tone at all, and was eager to argue with her.

This is completely different from Ron, who just figured out Madam Hooch's unspoken meaning.

"No, no, no, how could that be? I'm just using a right that I should be using." Madam Hooch smiled slightly.