Hogwarts: This holy light is righteously evil.

After a moment's deliberation, Madam Huo Qi finally relented and nodded, but immediately put forward her conditions in a serious manner.

"The competition can be held, but I have one condition."

Mrs. Hooch's tone left no room for argument, her gaze sweeping over every student present. "Regardless of who wins the competition, this is absolutely forbidden! Tell the Gryffindor students!"

“Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, I can barely keep you two students in check, but if the Gryffindor students find out, they will definitely follow suit and hold a competition, and then the Slytherin students will definitely get involved, and the situation will be completely out of control.”

“There will inevitably be students who get injured and have to be taken to the school clinic, which is not what I want to see.”

At this point, Mrs. Hodge's expression became more helpless: "I'm not worried about the students having any major problems, but Mrs. Pomfrey in the school clinic, once she sees a student injured while flying, she will nag me endlessly, and even suggest canceling the flight course."

"I don't want everyone to lose their flight lessons because of a competition, do you hear me?"

After hearing Mrs. Hodge's conditions, the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff students, somewhat surprised by Penny's proposal, all nodded in agreement without raising any objections.

As long as the competition can be held, these restrictions are nothing!

The flight they had just taken had already excited them.

Now they can even race freely during flight lessons, which is an incredibly fun thing for them in itself.

After agreeing on the terms, the group began to discuss the choice of venue.

Actually, this matter is very simple. Mrs. Hooch suggested that the lawn in front of them be used as the venue, and that flying around the lawn once would be considered a race. Whoever crosses the finish line first would be the winner.

The proposal was accepted by everyone; it was simple and fair.

Next comes the arrangement of the referees.

Students who lacked confidence in their flying abilities and were unwilling to participate in the competition volunteered to serve as referees.

They were divided into four groups, each standing at one of the four corners of the lawn, responsible for supervising the competition and preventing cheating, such as not flying around the lawn or taking shortcuts.

With everything arranged, the students participating in the competition were all eager to try their best.

All the boys on the field signed up for the competition without hesitation.

Many girls also joined voluntarily.

Puni walked to the starting line and was tidying up his broom, preparing to get into position, when he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye.

Qiu Zhang also stood by the starting line, holding a broom in his hand, looking focused, clearly intending to participate in the race as well.

This surprised Puni somewhat.

He originally thought that Qiu Zhang would not be willing to participate in such a risky racing competition.

Noticing Puni's gaze, Qiu Zhang turned his head, a bright smile on his face, and said expectantly, "I want to try it too. When I was practicing flying with you just now, the feeling of soaring in the sky was really great! I want to experience it again and see how good my flying skills are."

Seeing her eager expression, Puni smiled slightly: "Then you'd better be careful not to fall off the broom. I've experienced falling off a broom firsthand, and that feeling of making intimate contact with the ground is not pleasant at all."

Qiu Zhang wasn't intimidated by his words at all. Instead, she smiled and raised her chin: "Thank you for the reminder. I'll be careful. But I won't fall so easily. Just wait and see!"

All participating students were in position, each straddling a broom, gripping the broom handles tightly with both hands, leaning slightly forward, ready to take off at any moment.

Mrs. Huo stood by the finish line, whistle in hand, her gaze sweeping over all the participating students. She called out loudly, "Are you all ready? During the race, please be careful and do not deliberately bump into other students. If there is any danger, call me immediately!"

Everyone responded in unison, filled with excitement and anticipation.

Chapter 38 Remember our promise!

Mrs. Hooch took a deep breath and slowly raised the whistle in her hand.

With a crisp, loud whistle piercing the sky, the competition officially began!

The Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff students, who were still standing on the ground, immediately gripped their broom handles, pushed off the ground with their feet, and instantly took off into the air, flying forward.

Puni was not to be outdone. He immediately activated his broom and, in his most familiar super-fast posture, darted away in an instant. The whistling wind filled his ears, and a carefree smile spread across his face.

Besides reading, his favorite thing to do is this kind of sport that is hard to experience in the Muggle world.

After all, Muggles who want to fly freely in the sky can only rely on things that could seriously endanger their lives.

He doesn't like sports where you could easily fall to the ground and break into eight pieces if you're not careful.

It's funny, but unnecessary.

The judges around the lawn kept a close eye on the participating students in the air.

At this moment, the students participating in the competition were all working hard to control their brooms, chasing each other, and no one wanted to fall behind.

Right from the start, a series of young wizards fell off their brooms and landed on the lawn, rolling around in a sorry state, some clutching their arms and others rubbing their knees.

Mrs. Huo Qi suddenly regretted it.

How could she so easily agree to a student's request?

They've only just started practicing flying!

"Hey! Keep your brooms under control! Don't get distracted!"

Chaos erupted on the field, and Marcos was one of the many who were caught in it.

He was too eager to succeed, and as soon as he took off, he suddenly accelerated the broom. As a result, he lost his balance and fell straight off the broom, hitting the grass hard face down. His nose turned red instantly, and his mouth was scraped.

Eddie, who was standing not far from him, was caught off guard by the impact of his fall and lost his balance, falling off the broom and crashing into Marcos. The two of them scrambled to their feet, their faces covered in dust.

The Hufflepuff students weren't in much better shape.

Most of them were honest and simple-minded, eager to show off their flying ability. As soon as they heard the whistle, they tried to speed up, but as soon as they sped up, their brooms began to shake violently, jammed and went out of control. They either fell to the ground or spun around in the air, unable to fly normally at all.

In an instant, the lawn was littered with students who had fallen and brooms that had gone out of control, creating a chaotic scene.

Conversely, those who are truly beginners in flying, even in competitions, still fly steadily and slowly.

Unlike everyone else, Puni started a few steps later than everyone else.

He didn't rush to speed up, but first gently adjusted the broom's balance, feeling the rhythm of controlling the broom.

After getting used to the feel of the broom, he suddenly activated his magic, and the broom instantly accelerated, darting out like a blur, overtaking all the students who were still struggling, and taking the lead by a wide margin.

It was only then that the Hufflepuff students realized what Puni was thinking.

He wasn't slow to react; he was clearly waiting for everyone to get used to the brooms and fall into chaos before taking advantage of the situation!

Everyone was both angry and anxious. They quickly got up from the ground, dusted themselves off, gripped their brooms tightly, and desperately tried to use their magic to catch up.

But by this time, Puni had already taken a significant lead.

Of course, Puni wasn't the only one on the field to successfully take off and move forward.

Qiu Zhang followed steadily behind Puni, not too far away, and his movements with the broom were smooth and stable, without any panic.

It's clear that she has a real talent for flying.

She not only mastered the basic exercises in class, but also quickly adapted to the rhythm of controlling the broom, and was able to handle even high-speed racing with ease.

Puni caught a glimpse of Qiu Zhang behind him out of the corner of his eye, a slight smile playing on his lips. He exerted his strength again, further widening the distance between them.

He maneuvered the broom nimbly through the air, maintaining steady control even at bends in the grass without slowing down.

On the other hand, the Hufflepuff students, despite their best efforts to catch up, could not close the gap with Penny. After all, this was not a Quidditch match; there was no need to chase the Golden Snitch or cooperate as a team.

More importantly, there are many turns on the track. To catch up with the leader, Puni, brute force alone is not enough. Precise handling skills and the ability to control the direction are also required.

Two Hufflepuff students, eager to catch up, disregarded their own handling abilities and recklessly accelerated. As a result, when they encountered the first turn, they had no time to adjust their direction, and their brooms carried them straight towards the Forbidden Forest. The two students cried out in fright and hurriedly swerved to change the direction of their brooms, barely managing to avoid the trees at the edge of the Forbidden Forest. They returned to the track in a sorry state, only to fall far behind again.

Puni led the pack from start to finish, skillfully maneuvering and precisely controlling the rhythm, flying steadily around the lawn before crossing the finish line first.

Then, the Hufflepuff students crossed the finish line one after another.

One of the tall Hufflepuff boys stepped forward: "Puni, how come you can fly so skillfully?"

Upon hearing this, Puni smiled and waved his hand, "I just practiced a lot at home before."

Qiu Zhang landed slowly and walked to Puni's side: "Puni, you're amazing! I'm still a little short of catching up with you."

Puni turned to look at her and nodded: "You're pretty good too. To fly so steadily in your first race, keep it up. Maybe you can really surpass me next time."

Madam Huo Qi walked to the group, looked at the smiles on their faces, shook her head helplessly, but did not scold them.

Although the scene was somewhat chaotic, fortunately no one was seriously injured, and she could see that the students had indeed improved their flying skills in the competition.

She cleared her throat and said loudly, "Alright, the competition is over. Everyone come over and gather together, put away your brooms. Today's flying lesson is over."

"Remember our promise!"

The young wizards responded, gathered together, and then scattered in a flurry.

......

It's time for Transformation class again, a course that Puni really enjoys.

The tactile sensation when casting transformation magic is actually far more wondrous than Puni imagined.

When he softly utters the Transmutation Charm, magic flows slowly from the tip of his wand, enveloping the matches on the table. His consciousness is then drawn by a force, gradually covering every inch of the matches.

The feeling was as if I had an extra pair of hands, which allowed me to clearly perceive the texture and hardness of the matchstick wood, and to knead and shape it at will without any hindrance.

Chapter 39 Will the Holy Light protect me from being lost?

Although he had successfully transformed in the previous lesson, he did not rush to control it this time. Instead, he closed his eyes and sketched the target's appearance in his mind.

A needle.

Very slender.

It's also very exquisite.

And it's so light and airy.

Once he identified his target, he slowly activated his consciousness and, with the help of magic, began to knead the match in his hand little by little.

As he manipulated it with his mind, the matches on the table gradually changed.

The originally short and sturdy firewood was gradually stretched and thinned, and its edges were gradually smoothed out, becoming softer.

The red match head and stick slowly faded away under the influence of magic.

Instead, it had a bright luster unique to metal, which shimmered slightly with silver light under the classroom lights, becoming more and more like the image of the silver needle in his mind.

Puni didn't stop; he remained focused on manipulating the magic, refining the details of the silver needle bit by bit.

He deliberately slowed down the pace, pinching the needle tip to be thinner and sharper, ensuring it could easily penetrate the fabric. He also carefully shaped a small hole at the end of the needle, just big enough to pass through a thin thread. He even used subtle magic to outline patterns on the surface of the needle.