Flying Class

The Quidditch Pitch.

The students had all arrived early, because no one could resist Quidditch.

That went especially for Draco Malfoy, who had often boasted about his Quidditch experience in front of his classmates.

Madam Hooch was a cheerful woman with short hair. As soon as she arrived, she got straight to the point without wasting words.

"Good afternoon, class."

"Good afternoon, Madam Hooch."

"Welcome to your Flying Class. What are you waiting for? Stand to the left of your broomsticks!"

Mia stood quite close to Madam Hooch and noticed that her eyes were golden, sharp and keen like an eagle's.

All the students did as instructed and stood beside their brooms.

"Hold your right hand over your broom and say, 'Up!'"

Flying broomsticks were magical things. If you were a little afraid of one, afraid of flying, it wouldn't fly into your hand.

Draco loved flying broomsticks, so he had no trouble. He curled his lips into a smile as he looked at the broom in his hand. Harry had long been interested in the activity too, and he succeeded on his first try.

Harry and Mia's father, James Potter, had been an excellent Gryffindor Seeker, and the two children who had inherited his genes were naturally no less talented.

Mia had always been bold and eager to try anything unfamiliar, and her broom obediently came into her hand too.

Watching a group of students shout to no effect, Madam Hooch helplessly added, "With feeling!"

Seeing Harry succeed right away, Hermione called to her broom a little eagerly, but she still couldn't get it to work. Ron, meanwhile, succeeded, but his broom hit him, and it looked painful.

"Pfft!"

"Shut up, Harry."

"Those of you who have your brooms, I want you to mount them now and grip them tightly so you don't slide off." All the students mounted their brooms.

"When I blow my whistle, I want each of you to kick off hard from the ground and get your broom flying. Stay in the air for a moment, then lean forward slightly and return to the ground. Listen for my whistle. Three, two..." Before the whistle had finished sounding, Neville's feet suddenly left the ground and he flew up.

"Mr. Longbottom, come down, come down!"

Neville flew away out of control. "Neville!"

Neville's broom had gone out of control. Completely unable to control it, he flew straight up into the air, then crashed into a wall before flying back into the crowd of students. Madam Hooch tried to stop Neville with her wand, but with him flying straight at her, she could only dodge first.

Neville flew up again. There was a statue in front of him, holding a sharp blade, and his robe caught on it. Fortunately, he came off the runaway broom; unfortunately, he was now falling.

"Wingardium Leviosa!" (Levitation Charm) Seeing that Neville had finally stopped, Mia hurriedly cast the spell.

As Neville descended, she also cast Protego.

Although Neville was unhurt when he came down, he collapsed onto the ground in fright.

"Mr. Longbottom!" Madam Hooch hurried over to check on him.

"Is he all right?"

"Let's take him to Madam Pomfrey for a checkup first."

Madam Hooch helped Neville up, then looked at Mia. "A beautiful Levitation Charm, Miss Potter. Five points for your magic and your willingness to help." Then she turned to the students. "While I take him to the hospital wing, every one of you is to stay on the ground and behave. I don't want to see a single broom in the air, or you'll be expelled on the spot!" With that, she left.

Draco, meanwhile, picked up the Remembrall Neville had dropped.

"Did you see his face? If he'd been holding this, he would have remembered to land on his backside." Draco held the Remembrall and mocked Neville.

"Give it to me, Malfoy."

The two argued, and Malfoy and Harry took off one after the other.

"Are you trying to get expelled?" Hermione warned Harry.

"Harry!" Only when Mia heard Hermione's voice did she pull her thoughts away from the runaway broom. As she watched the two bold boys, Draco defiantly threw the Remembrall, and Harry hurried after it.

Worried that Harry might get hurt on his first broom ride, Mia hurried after him too, with her wand in one hand and her broom in the other.

"Mia!" Seeing that Mia had not only failed to stop him but had flown up after him, Hermione's vision went dark. This is bad. They won't all get expelled, will they?

Harry braked sharply and caught the Remembrall before it hit Professor McGonagall's window. Professor McGonagall noticed Harry outside the window and hurriedly stood up to see what was happening.

Harry triumphantly held up the Remembrall and was about to fly back when Mia caught up and smacked him on the head.

"Ow! Mia?" Harry fell silent at the sight of the furious Mia.

"How could you dare? It's your first time on a broom, and Neville only just got hurt. Have you learned nothing?"

The two descended to the lawn. The students around them had been about to cheer for Harry, but seeing how angry Mia was, they obediently fell silent.

"I was wrong, Mia. Sis, please talk to me~" Harry carefully tugged at Mia's sleeve, but she refused to acknowledge him and even shot Draco a furious glare.

Draco guiltily rubbed his nose. He had gotten a little carried away and accidentally revealed himself in front of Mia.