From Hogwarts to Strixhaven.

Chapter 34: Flying Lesson
"Get up!" everyone on the lawn shouted.

Harry's broom jumped into his hands immediately, as did Ron's, and even Hermione's broom lurched up a few feet and caught it before it fell back down.

Several people looked at each other in surprise, and Harry whispered, "Ivy's method works! Determination and courage are indeed the most important!"

Looking at the other people on the field who were still shouting "Get up", they were all sincerely happy.

Madam Hooch then showed them how to mount their brooms instead of sliding off them, walking up and down the line and correcting their hand grips.

"What is this?" Harry heard Madam Hooch's exclamation, so he turned around and saw that she was standing next to Ivy, staring at his broom in amazement. "Moondream! It's a specially customized one! Its maker only accepted private orders for a period of time over a hundred years ago. It's a real antique! But I can be sure that this is not a Hogwarts broom. What's going on? Mr. Doom?"

"It's my own broom," Ivy said. "The one on the ground is obviously completely out of order."

"Broken down? But it looks to be in better condition than the others..." Madam Hooch put her hand on the broom and tried it a few times, and finally had to admit that the broom that looked to be in good condition was indeed broken.

"Okay, Mr. Doom, I allow you to use this Moondream to participate in the course, and Slytherin will not be deducted points for it." Madam Hooch's eyes never left the broom in Ivy's hand, "But that doesn't mean you can use it anywhere else unless you get the headmaster's permission, remember?"

"As you wish, Madam Hooch." Ivy nodded.

As Madam Hooch moved on to the next student, she took another quick, covert glance at the Moondream in Ivy's hand.

"Now, when I whistle, you push off the ground with your legs. Push hard," said Madam Hooch. "Hold the broom steady and rise a few feet. Then lean forward a little and drop straight back to the ground. Listen to my whistle - three - two -"

The young Gryffindor swordmaster, who was never surprised by the unexpected, flew out with a "whoosh" like a cork in sparkling wine.

"Come back, boy!" Madam Hooch shouted, but it was obvious that Neville couldn't do it, so amid everyone's exclamations, Neville flew higher and higher, until the fear of being far away from the ground took away the courage from his body to hold the broom, and he fell down.

"Shock absorber to stop speed." Ivy moved his fingers and read clearly.

Neville, who was falling rapidly, suddenly stopped in the air and then slowly landed on the ground.

Madam Hooch, looking pale, bent over to check on Neville.

"He's fainted." Madam Hooch breathed a sigh of relief. "I'm going to take him to the school hospital."

Although Neville didn't seem to be in any serious trouble, who knew if leaving him here would cause any other problems? At least until Madam Hooch was mentally prepared, she didn't want to see Neville's face in the flying lesson.

She used a relocation spell to make the unconscious Neville follow her, and then said to everyone: "No one of you is allowed to move! Put the flying brooms back to where they were, otherwise you will be kicked out of the Hogwarts gate before you can even say "Quidditch". And you, Mr. Doom. Thank you for your excellent slowing spell. I think Slytherin will get five points."

As soon as they disappeared, the first-year students started to make a commotion.

The Gryffindors praised Ivy's spells loudly, and they all wanted to squeeze over to see the antique flying broom in his hand. The Slytherin students said nothing, but just glared at the Gryffindors around Ivy.

"Look!" Malfoy suddenly shouted, grabbing something from the grass. "That big idiot Longbottom's grandmother sent it to him."

He held up the Memory Orb, the glass object gleaming in the sunlight.

"Give it here, Malfoy," Harry whispered. Everyone stopped talking and watched the situation unfold.

Malfoy quickly glanced at Ivy, and seeing that he had no intention of stopping him, he smiled and said to Harry, "If you want it, come and get it! Let's see your courage! Potter?"

Harry glared at Malfoy, who quickly jumped onto his broom and took off.

"Come on, Potter!" Malfoy said, almost level with the treetops. "Don't be a coward!"

So Harry grabbed his broom.

"Don't!" cried Hermione. "Madam Hooch told us not to move - you'll get us all in trouble."

Harry ignored her, anger had already rushed into his brain with blood. He stepped on the broom, kicked hard and took off. His innate talent made him learn without a teacher, as if he was born to stay on the broom.

He lifted the broom a little higher, sending it flying higher. He could hear the girls screaming and gasping for air from the ground, and Ron shouting in admiration. In mid-air, Harry turned the broom toward Malfoy, who was obviously surprised that he could fly so well.

"Give it to me, Malfoy!" Harry shouted, "or I'll knock you off your broom."

"Can you really do that?" Malfoy scoffed when Harry ran straight at him.

So Malfoy had to shut his mouth and quickly swerve to the side. Harry flew past him and turned his head again in the air.

"There's no Crabbe and Goyle to protect you here, Malfoy," Harry shouted.

Malfoy looked down to measure the distance to the ground, then said with a twisted smile, "Really, Potter?"

Two more Slytherins flew up, not Crabbe and Goyle, of course, but Blaise Zabini and Theodore Nott.

They all come from pure-blood families and have some flying experience.

"Three against one, let's see who has a better chance of winning?" Malfoy and his two companions surrounded Harry and laughed.

The students on the ground exclaimed, and several Gryffindors were eager to try.

Hermione ran up to Ivy and shouted at him, "Stop them, Ivy, I know you can do it!"

"Don't worry." Ivy watched the situation in the air with interest, "No one will get hurt."

"But they might be expelled!" Hermione insisted.

Ivy just looked at her and said nothing.

The three Slytherins in the sky had already started trash-talking Harry.

"Let's see what the famous Potter can do?" Zabini swallowed. It can be seen that he was also very nervous. "Stay where you are and dare not move?"

"Come here! Potter." Malfoy, who had a companion, was no longer timid and shouted loudly, "Show them what you can do!"

Harry was a little panicked when he saw two Slytherins flying up.

But seeing Zabini's shaking hands and feet and Nott's pale face, Harry suddenly laughed: "You don't really have the courage."

Harry gently turned the broom with his hand and pretended to hit Theodore Nott. The latter exclaimed and immediately retreated several times the distance.

When he realized that Harry was just feinting, he was relieved, but he still shouted at Malfoy: "There seems to be something wrong with my broom! It's all these old antiques! I have to go down."

Nott landed quickly and smoothly without waiting for Malfoy to react.

Harry realized immediately that they were not like him and could not stay in the air as he wished.

"See who can help you? Malfoy!" Harry leaned over and rushed towards Malfoy, as fast as an arrow from a bow.

Malfoy was obviously taken aback, but he made the right choice.

"Don't you want this?" He threw the memory ball in the direction of the castle, "Go get it!"

Harry noticed his movement, so he turned his broom and flew towards the Memory Ball.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Malfoy and Zabini both landed safely.

The wind whistled in Harry's ears, mixed with the screams of the audience below, and he reached out and caught the glass ball a foot above the ground. He straightened the broom handle in time and fell gently to the grass, holding the memory ball firmly in his palm.

(End of this chapter)