This is what Ravenclaw looks like..

Chapter 41 No comparison, no harm

Andrew suspected that Madam Hooch was playing tricks on him, but he didn't dare to make any comment.

He had lost his temper - he had to admit that.

Compared with other students, he was more eager to fly.

However, his stable performance when he came back did not bring him any privileges, and he still started the most basic flying exercises with others.

A smooth flight followed by a pull-up and landing.

Then there was straight flight and pull-ups and landings, then turns and pull-ups and landings—each new maneuver was followed by a flight and a landing.

The professor of flying skills was standing by with them as they took off and landed, and he would point out any mistakes they made in a timely manner.

"Okay, now, we need someone to demonstrate all the moves we just taught, who will be there?"

Several people raised their hands together, and finally Andrew was chosen - although he did make a mess at the beginning, at least he showed the ability to land steadily.

"ready, go!"

Following the professor's order, Andrew steadily used his legs to lift himself up - although he felt that he could take off with one leg, he didn't dare to try this trick without trying it first.

"Very good, pull it up again!
"Okay, let's fly in a straight line!

"Turn left!
“Fly in a straight line—OK, this way, turn again!

“Lower your altitude!
"Stand at a steady height after stretching! Stop!
"Okay, land!"

Andrew fell as lightly as a feather, and even after landing he kept flying low on his broom.

"Perfect, two points for Ravenclaw."

...

Give me more, professor, we have just settled the account!
But there were no extra points, and even another person who was eager to try was replaced to perform.

However, Andrew was allowed to practice on his own at a low altitude, that is, no higher than ten feet. This made him decisively give up watching other people's performances and start tinkering with his own broom.

Sudden stop, sudden rise, try to fly backwards by holding the broom at a very low altitude, turn and start with one leg...all the fancy moves I just thought of finally came in handy.

Apart from the rapid landing and pulling back without a second thought, he did all the work he could do once. Although he fell to the ground several times, he could just stand up and continue.

"Hahaha…"

When Andrew fell off the broom again, a student finally couldn't help laughing out loud, causing Madam Hooch to look at him, and then ignore him after confirming that Andrew did not exceed the height limit.

"It seems I overestimated the danger..."

Andrew rubbed his sore butt, picked up the broom from the ground, called it again, and started the next job.

The effect was remarkable - before the get out of class ended he tried to complete the flight again, and this time it was so stable that it seemed as if he was glued to the broom.

"Very fast. After one more course, you can try medium-altitude or high-speed flight. This is a very fast learning speed. If you can keep it up, you can try to apply for the school team in your second year - but this requires you to perform so well in subsequent Quidditch training."

Madam Hooch finally gave Ravenclaw another three points and praised Andrew generously.

"Let's forget about the hospital team..."

Andrew had no intention of playing Quidditch at all - Transfiguration alone would kill all his spare time in his first year, not to mention that he needed to provide quality and quantity articles, so he really didn't have any extra time. However, he didn't show it at all. Instead, Madam Hooch said that if he could keep training and exercise enough in the house team, she could recommend him for a trial with a league team after Andrew's owls year.

"That's good, if I die without a nose, that's still an option..."

After affirming Andrew's progress, it was almost time to end the get out of class.

"Students who haven't mastered the control of a broom can come here on weekends to apply for the use of a broom. Senior students in the flying club will take care of you. However, if there are serious violations, you will fail your first-year flying course and be banned from flying for a year. If the same thing happens in the second year, then you don't have to think about touching a broom while you are in school.

"Also, students with excellent flying skills can apply for Sunday practice, but they need to be assessed by the flying club members. That's it - get out of class dismissed."

Madam Hooch drew out her wand, and as she waved it, the brooms followed her obediently, like a group of soldiers waiting for inspection.

“It’s not as difficult as I imagined.”

"I told you," Bell said with a relaxed look, "By the way, Andrew, do you want to practice together this weekend?"

"Of course, but I'm afraid I can only train for half a day. You know, my little experiment has just reached the critical point."

Flying also requires practice - in order to be able to practice later, the so-called assessment still needs to be passed.

"Fortunately, there is still enough time..."

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Just when Andrew thought the flying lesson was over, he came out of the library and heard some amazing news at the dining table.

There was a big mess in the afternoon flying class...

The Gryffindor and Slytherin groups, which had been tending to be stable, clashed again during the flying class.

In short, there were no problems in the initial training, but when everyone got on the brooms and started a simple flight, the Slytherins, relying on their leading experience (more of them had used brooms), began to make insulting gestures at the heads of the Gryffindor trainees who were cautiously training.

In the end, the Gryffindor student named Neville was easily dodged by the Slytherin student when he tried to pull up and hit the opponent. When he was about to stop the broom, he fell off the broom due to a mistake in his movement.

"Almost twenty feet away, Harry Potter, the one you all know, dashed in from a great distance and caught that Neville kid while stopping perfectly still, only breaking his arm from the impact!"

"Not only that, he also controlled the broom with his legs, and used the hand holding the broom to grab the memory ball or something that Neville dropped!"

"So cruel?"

Andrew joined the conversation.

"Of course, it's that good. Andrew, your skills are pretty good. Can you do it?"

"I can't even pull anyone up. I can't compare. I can't compare."

Andrew shook his head decisively. He only had a little talent in flying. He would probably need to train for a year before he could even dream of such a difficult move.

However, why compare this - he made great progress this afternoon. After many experiments, the deformation time of the same object seemed to have reached three times that of before. He is just waiting to test the results of the new deformation items!

"I suspect he will definitely be admitted to the hospital team in his second year. I'm so envious... I'm afraid we won't be able to beat them in Quidditch from now on."

"Yes, yes, there is no comparison, no comparison."

Andrew echoed.

(End of this chapter)