The years of welding at Hogwarts

She clearly remembered that she had seen a book titled "The Origin of Quidditch" in the library one night last week.

She had to finish her breakfast quickly and borrow the book before the first class started.

Suddenly, there was a noisy sound of flapping wings outside the auditorium.

The next moment, hundreds of owls flew in through the windows and circled above the auditorium.

These letters and packages whizzing down like raindrops were like bombs being dropped, cutting through the air and falling into the crowd of people who were boasting below.

Among these dropped letters and packages, there would occasionally be a few well-camouflaged yellow and white painted biological bombs, which would fall accurately into the students' cups of milk or bowls of pumpkin porridge.

Noah calmly pushed the milk in front of him, which had just created a few ripples and then quickly returned to calm, towards Draco.

Neville, who just had an expression that said "I can't share the joys and sorrows of other humans", became happy after receiving a small package.

He excitedly showed his friends the large glass ball filled with white smoke in the package.

"This is a memory ball! Grandma knows I always forget things..."

……

The starry sky above human heads has always been a great goal that humans have longed to conquer.

Although humans do not have wings, their pursuit of the sky has never stopped thousands of years ago. Before they emerged from the ape form, humans had already developed a belief in and worship of the sky.

And now, such an opportunity to conquer the sky is before the little wizards.

Excitement was evident among the students.

The bell for the end of the first class on Thursday afternoon had just rung, and the little wizards, who had packed their schoolbags in the last few minutes of class, ran to the flat lawn outside the castle like birds out of a cage.

Rolanda Hooch, the flying class professor, had anticipated this situation.

At half past three, there was still a thirty-minute break before the official flying class started, and Professor Huo Qi was already waiting outside the castle for the students to arrive.

When the Slytherin students arrived, there were already twenty broomsticks neatly laid out on the ground.

Seeing the row of flying brooms on the ground, the Slytherin students' mood changed from excitement at the beginning to disappointment now.

As we all know, students who can enter Slytherin House are either from wealthy or noble families.

A few little snakes whose families have fallen on hard times and can be considered as outliers can easily take out pocket money from their pockets that is comparable to the savings of twenty Weasley families.

Even if these little wizards from wizard families have never ridden a formal flying broom, they have at least ridden a toy broom suitable for children under ten years old.

And these brooms in front of me...

The Slytherin students don't expect the school to equip them with Nimbus's series of brooms, but can we at least get one that looks decent?

I wouldn't dare to ask for a Sweeping Seven-Star flying broom of the same standard as the Nimbus 2000, but a cost-effective flying broom like the Sweeping Five-Star flying broom, which is reasonably priced and has outstanding configuration and performance among brooms of the same price, should be considered, right?

If all else fails, you can get an old-fashioned but timeless classic like the Comet 290.

But what does Hogwarts mean?

Looking at the old antique brooms in front of him, which were so tattered that some of the broom branches were almost falling off, Noah's mouth twitched.

According to the son of a Hogwarts director who wishes to remain anonymous, the Malfoy family alone allocates more than 80,000 Galleons to Hogwarts every year.

If the funding from other families on the board of directors is included, Hogwarts' total annual funding can almost double this figure.

Where did all this money go?

It can't be that Dumbledore's ancestors for three generations were farmers, and they were so tired of being poor that they made a fortune, right?

No matter what the truth is, there are bad people among the school leaders.

Judging from the patina on the broom handles, Noah estimated that this batch of brooms must have been in service for at least sixty or seventy years.

He had heard from their beautiful Slytherin prefect that the broken brooms in the school would tremble when they flew too high. He speculated that it was the engine vibration caused by the low grade of gasoline.

Some are inaccurate in direction.

In this case, you may need to have a four-wheel alignment for the broom.

When the Gryffindor students arrived, Madam Hooch blew her whistle, signaling the students to gather.

With her keen hearing, she heard the students standing nearest to her constantly muttering and complaining about the worn-out broom. Even with her thick skin honed over many years as a professor, she felt a little embarrassed.

She cleared her throat. "Well, Professor Dumbledore said there will be new brooms next year."

In her heart, Madam Hooch curled her lips in disdain.

Next year and next year, how many next years there are.

Dumbledore had told her this every year since she had first started at Hogwarts.

Just like when Noah was in high school, the principal would always say at the opening ceremony every year, "Students, we are going to install air conditioners next year."

But after I graduated, even after Noah finished college and started working for several years, I still didn't hear any news about my alma mater installing air conditioners.

On the contrary, the principal's car has been changed again and again.

"Alright, stop talking. You guys can't wait to experience the feeling of flying, right? Hurry up and stand next to the flying broom!"

Madam Hooch said sternly, "Every minute you waste now is a total of twenty minutes for twenty people!"

Noah:…

Why does this sound so familiar?

"Stretch out your right hand, place it over the broom, and call it with emotion--"

"stand up!"

Everyone shouted in a mess: "Get up!"

Only a few brooms immediately and obediently jumped into the hands of the callers. Noah was one of them. Harry and Draco's brooms also fell into their hands at the first time.

However, there are only three brooms as obedient as this one.

More brooms just twitched weakly on the ground, then became dull, bah, and then lay back on the ground, sleeping peacefully.

Waiting for others who are behind in progress is naturally a very boring and tedious process.

Under Draco's puzzled gaze, Noah quietly moved back, gradually moving away from Madam Hooch's sight.

A moment later, a broom shot up into the sky, accompanied by an excited "Wuhu" sound.

Madam Hooch's reaction fully demonstrated what it meant that anyone could be a professor at Hogwarts.

She stood there in a daze for two full seconds before she reacted and yelled anxiously, "Come back soon! Kid! Come back!"

But she just shouted there, and never thought that she could ride on her flying broom to chase after him.

Noah ignored her.

Flying is to wizards what driving is to Muggles. It is perhaps one of the few skills that cannot overcome the gap between talent and ability no matter how hard one tries.

Just like some people, no matter how hard they try, they take the second and third test again and again, and finally pass them, but in the end they still end up being labeled a road killer.

But some people have never touched a real car. They just play a few games of Need for Speed ​​when they are free at home, and naturally master the skill of driving.

Noah belongs to the latter.

The moment he held the broom, Noah had a wonderful feeling, as if flying was an innate talent for him.

Just like fish are born knowing how to swim, chickens are born knowing how to sing, dance, rap and play basketball.

The worn-out old broom under Noah's crotch was soaring with the momentum of an AE86 climbing up Akina Mountain.

After performing a tricky Pugachev's Cobra maneuver in the sky, an even bolder idea emerged in Noah's mind.

He loosened his palms, and amid the screams of Madam Hooch and a group of young wizards, he performed a move that could only be seen in high-level professional Quidditch matches -

The sloth hugged the tree and rolled.

Using the inertia brought by the rotation, Noah completed a mid-air flip that seemed almost impossible to most people, and then stood steadily on the broom.

"This, this is..." Madam Hooch was so surprised that she was almost speechless.

This is broom flying!

This is the bloodline of Noah, an Eastern cultivator in his previous life, gradually awakening!

Chapter 62: Cleft Tree Chopping Like a God

Looking at Noah flying like an eagle flying in the sky, Madam Hooch's attitude changed from cursing at first, to being extremely shocked later, and now...

If she remembered correctly, the boy named Noah Shaflin seemed to be Snape's adopted son?

Moreover, the spooky old bat didn't seem to be that interested in the boy...

like?

So, how could she get this handsome and talented boy from the big bat of Slytherin?

Although Madam Hooch wanted to rush to Snape's office right now and ask Snape to give his adopted son to her, she had more important things to do now.

Taking her eyes off Noah in the sky, Madam Hooch coughed sternly.

"That is an extremely irresponsible and highly dangerous act."

She glanced at the eager little wizards with a warning look, "If you don't want to break your neck, don't do what Mr. Shaflin did.

. "

However, her warning look did not have the effect she expected. Every little wizard was still looking forward to it, staring intently at the figure flying freely in the sky.

Madam Hooch did not hesitate to use the professors' most powerful weapon.

"Mr. Shafrin disrupted the class record, and Slytherin will be deducted five points!"

When Ron heard that Slytherin was deducted points, his shifty eyes lit up immediately, but the next second Madam Hooch's words made him immediately wilt, no, dim.

"At the same time, because of Mr. Shafrin's outstanding performance, Slytherin gets a point bonus!"

If you deduct five points and then add ten points, isn't that the same as adding five points in disguise?

What's the point of deducting points, professor?

The huge contrast between ups and downs almost made Ron cough up blood.

It’s amazing to have great talent!

Can you do whatever you want just because you are talented?

Sorry, if you are talented you can really do whatever you want.

His eyes stared at Noah in the sky with resentment, and countless vicious thoughts flashed through his mind.

No matter how stupid he was, his empty brain would disappoint even a zombie, so he should have thought of Draco's abnormal behavior on the night of the duel.

Not to mention that strange fluorescent spell, the fact that he skipped the winner's proud settlement screen and ran away after defeating himself is enough to explain a lot of problems.

All of this! It's definitely related to that evil Slytherin kid!

"There are two main sitting positions for riding a broom..."

Well, now there is a third type.

Riding a broomstick is nothing more than riding astride or riding sideways.

Riding astride is the most traditional way to ride a broom. Even in Morgan's time when the cushion spell had not yet been invented, it was the mainstream way wizards rode brooms.

Before the cushion spell was invented its shortcomings were obvious.

But it still becomes the mainstream sitting posture, and its advantages are enough to cover up its shortcomings, that is, it is simple to use, safe and efficient.

It allows wizards to ride more steadily, has a wide frontal field of vision, and can also control the broom with one hand so that the other hand is free to use the wand.

As for another posture, it is side riding.

There is no doubt that side riding is a posture exclusive to girls. Witches wearing skirts will not be as easily exposed when using this riding method as when riding astride.

It is much more difficult than straddling, so Madam Hooch does not intend to introduce it in detail. The students have not yet learned even the simplest straddling.

After briefly introducing the flying techniques and various key points to the students, Madam Hooch glanced at Noah in the sky again.

"I want to remind you that standing on a broomstick is not a safe or proper posture for flying."

However, her reminder was doomed to be in vain.

Seeing the longing expressions on the faces of those little wizards, Madam Hooch gave up the treatment directly. Sometimes, no matter how much she said, it was not as good as letting these little wizards try it themselves.

Once they fall and get hurt, they will naturally know how to sit in order to ride steadily.

"Forget it, just choose any posture you like and then ride on the broom. As long as you can fly, it will be considered a success."