Marvel's Hogwarts Wizard

Chapter 68 The Unexpected Events in the Flying Broomstick Class

"My memory ball!"

"Malfoy, do you want to fight?"

A loud shout pulled Jerry out of his ocean of magical knowledge.

He turned his head to look at the place where the riot had occurred.

It turns out that Malfoy, while passing by the Gryffindor long table, carelessly snatched the Memory Orb that Neville's grandmother had sent him, and Harry and Ron were standing up for Neville.

However, thanks to Professor McGonagall's timely arrival, the conflict ended prematurely before it could reach its climax.

Jerry closed the book, glanced at the time, and got up to walk towards the Slytherin dormitory.

He has a transfiguration class in the morning, but he hasn't brought his textbook yet.

Some might think that since Jerry has already memorized all the contents of the Transfiguration textbook and knows how to use all the spells, is there any point in attending the class?

Jerry will tell you, of course it makes sense!

It's like you memorize an entire math book, and you can use the formulas in it through self-study, but you still need to go to math class and listen to the teacher's explanation.

Moreover, in terms of complexity, magic is not much less complex than mathematics.

With the teacher's explanation, many small details that were overlooked during self-study will be discovered at this time, and a lot of knowledge, experience and tips that are not mentioned in the book will also be popularized by the teacher in class.

Therefore, Jerry takes classes very seriously, and he listens attentively to almost every lesson.

Only in this way can his magical foundation be solid enough.

"A towering building rises from the ground; every brick and tile forms its foundation!"

To become a top wizard like Dumbledore, one must build a solid foundation; otherwise, it's impossible to achieve magical power.

Self-study, attending classes, and communicating with classmates are all indispensable bricks and tiles for building a towering edifice.

At 3:30 pm,

The sun was shining brightly, and a gentle breeze was blowing – it was the perfect day to ride a flying broomstick.

Jerry and a group of Slytherin wizards arrived at the large lawn in front of the castle, where twenty flying brooms had already been set up.

However, those twenty flying brooms looked rather worn out, with some branches sticking out haphazardly, making them seem even worse than his Three-Star Sweep broom.

A short while later, Jerry saw Hermione, Harry, and the other young Gryffindor wizards walking out of the castle, followed by their flying broomstick teacher, Ms. Hooch.

Ms. Hodge looked to be in her early thirties, with short gray hair and sharp, eagle-like yellow eyes. Jerry thought she might have the blood of some magical eagle-like creature flowing through her veins.

"Alright, everyone, what are you waiting for? Everyone stand next to a flying broomstick. Hurry, hurry, let's get going!"

As soon as Ms. Hooch arrived, she immediately urged the young wizards to stand next to the two rows of flying brooms.

There were eleven Gryffindors and nine Slytherins, so Hermione was temporarily assigned to sit next to Jerry.

"Hold on tight with both hands, lean forward, don't keep looking down, look straight ahead, don't be nervous, don't be nervous, I'm not nervous, I'm not nervous, I'm nervous, I'm nervous."

Jerry looked at Hermione beside him, who was muttering to herself about the flying techniques recorded in "Quidditch," her body trembling slightly with nervousness. He couldn't help but want to laugh.

However, he still softened his tone and comforted her in a low voice:

"Hermione, it's okay, it's just a broom. Let's not fly too high for now, let's take it slow!"

"But I've never ridden a flying broomstick before!"

Hearing the comfort from her best friend, Hermione stopped muttering, but a worried look still lingered on her face.

Jerry, without even blinking, spouted nonsense:

"It's okay, I've never ridden one before either, it's my first time. I'll get used to it after a few more rides!"

At this moment, Ms. Hooch also came to the middle of the young wizards and began to explain the magic spells for controlling the flying broom and some usage techniques.

After explaining the theory, the next step is practice.

"Extend your right hand, place it above the broom handle, and then chant the incantation!"

At Madam Hooch's command, everyone extended their right hand and recited in unison:

"Pfft!"

As the spell took effect, the flying brooms in everyone's hands started moving on their own.

Some flew directly into his hands, such as Jerry, Malfoy, and Harry; some just rolled on the ground, such as Hermione, Dean, and Parvati; and some remained motionless on the ground, such as Neville and Seamus.

"Hermione, you need to be resolute and unwavering in your will. You need to convey to it the feeling that if you don't get up and obey, I'll chop you up and burn you for firewood!"

When Jerry saw that Hermione couldn't get the flying broom to fly after several attempts, he got so anxious that his eyes turned red. He quickly taught her his unique little trick.

Jerry is quite experienced when it comes to flying broomsticks, having already ridden one for a month.

Moreover, just like Hermione at the beginning, he later discovered a shortcut to mastering the flying broomstick through his mental alertness.

That's the transmission of emotions. Even flying broomsticks are bullies who prey on the weak. The more nervous and timid you are, the less obedient they become.

The more resolute and forceful you are, the more it will back down.

Sure enough, with Jerry's little trick, Hermione quickly mastered the method and successfully made the flying broom fly into her hand.

On the other side, Daphne, who had already picked up her flying broom, saw Jerry carefully teaching Hermione the skills and immediately realized her mistake. She shouldn't have picked up her flying broom so quickly.

Half an hour later, under Mrs. Hodge's careful guidance, Neville finally managed to lift the flying broom.

"Alright, when I whistle, you all push off the ground with your legs, push hard."

Mrs. Hooch walked to the front of the group, whistling.

"Hold the broom steady, rise a few feet, then lean forward slightly and land vertically back on the ground. Listen to my whistle, three, two."

However, before Mrs. Hooch could even whistle, the overly nervous Neville had already pushed off with both feet and shot straight upwards like a rocket.

In the blink of an eye, Neville's flight altitude exceeded the few feet Ms. Hodge had just mentioned, reaching a height of more than ten feet, and later even twenty or thirty feet, or more than ten meters.

Then, his face turned pale, his hands went limp, and he screamed as he slid off the broom, crashing rapidly to the ground under the influence of gravity.

Because it happened so suddenly, even Mrs. Huo Qi didn't have time to react.

However, just as everyone was exclaiming in surprise, a figure suddenly shot up from the ground and flew towards the spot where Neville had fallen, like an arrow.

It turns out that not everyone was caught off guard; Jerry, who had anticipated this, reacted promptly.

(End of this chapter)