The years of welding at Hogwarts

After hearing what Madam Hooch said, almost half of the boys couldn't wait to throw their brooms at their feet and step on them.

The remaining half of the boys obediently mounted their brooms in the most traditional way, astride their brooms, as Madam Hooch had said.

But they are not good and obedient students.

They were just afraid that it would be difficult to take off from a standing position, so they wanted to fly into the air first and then imitate Noah, the sloth who hugged a tree and rolled around the broom, spinning 360 degrees, and then stepping on the broom.

It turns out that these children still have to suffer a little before they will turn back.

Without exception, these boys who wanted to look cool all lay on the ground.

They either managed to take off with great difficulty, but before they could hug the tree and roll in the air, their bodies simply tilted and they fell headfirst to the ground with the broom.

Or they step on the broom and lose their balance just as they take off, and are knocked to the ground by the broom.

What's worse, some students were hit between their legs by the bouncing broom, which created a ridiculous scene in front of many classmates.

Ron fell to the ground with his legs tightly clamped together, his body arched like a cooked shrimp, and he kept making meaningless "ho ho" sounds from his mouth.

He had just been released from the hospital wing by Madam Pomfrey this week, only to suffer the same blow again.

Old wounds have not healed, and new wounds have been added.

This made matters even worse for little Ron, who was already underdeveloped.

Seeing his friend lying on the ground, Harry had no choice but to lower his flying altitude, jump off his broom, return to the ground and help Ron up.

How many times has this happened?

"Give up, Ron. That guy is not a normal human being at all."

It would have been better if Harry hadn't said this. After he said this, Ron sat up in shock as if he was dying.

"Isn't it that we all have one head on two shoulders? I'm sure I can do what he can do!"

Hearing this, Harry's expression became even more helpless, "Didn't you hear what Madam Hooch said? His flying talent can no longer be described as an ordinary genius..."

Before he could finish his words, Li YunRon

interrupted him with a coaxing voice.

"What the hell is a genius? I don't believe it! I'm beating up a genius!"

Pulling away Harry who was blocking his way, Ron angrily stepped onto the flying broom once again.

His face was gloomy, veins bulged on his forehead, violent magic power was flowing through his body, and all his tense muscles were exerting force.

Finally, accompanied by a loud engine roar, a brown-yellow mist clearly visible to the naked eye, after experiencing the extreme compression of the cylinder, suddenly spurted out from under Ron's robe through the exhaust pipe.

What is turbocharging?

What is Nitrogen Acceleration?

What is Quidditch Broomstick God?

That's it.

The excessive exhaust gas instantly caused the surrounding students to cover their noses and run away in all directions.

Ron's face flushed instantly, but before he could get rid of the embarrassment of this social death, he felt a sense of relaxation and his body suddenly flew up like a cloud.

Hey hey hey hey?

He's not ready yet!

Ron could only lie down hurriedly in panic, not even caring that he was facing the tail of the broom. He held the broom tightly and just hoped that the broom would be more obedient.

But the more flustered he moved, the more excited the broom became, and it began to move with him in irregular movements in the sky.

The winding flight trajectory forms an S shape and then a B shape in the sky.

"Mr. Weasley?" Madam Hooch stood on the ground with her hands on her hips. "Child! Don't panic! Calm down and control your broom!"

But at this time, Ron was jumping around in the air like a headless fly, and was so dizzy that he couldn't hear what Madam Hooch was shouting.

Looking at the ground getting farther and farther away from him, Ron's face turned pale and terrified.

"Help! Professor, help me!!"

However, Madam Hooch was no less panicked than Ron. Fortunately, Noah's behavior just now gave her a warning, and she finally remembered that she could still ride on her broom to catch up.

The air blew through Madam Hooch's short hair, leaving a series of continuous whistling sounds in her ears.

Although she was riding an antique broom from half a century ago, old enough to be exhibited in a museum, Madam Hooch still rode it with the momentum of a will-o'-the-wisp broom.

But unfortunately, Ron was riding a Dodge Tomahawk.

It is said that these broken antiques cannot fly fast, but why does Noah feel that the broken broom that Ron was riding upside down was twice as fast as Madam Hooch's broom after it lost control?

Soon, with a snap, Ron's figure on the ground was reduced to a small dot the size of a glass marble in the eyes of everyone.

And this small dot is still shrinking at a rapid speed.

Seeing the distance between herself and Ron growing larger and larger, even Madam Hooch couldn't help revealing a look of despair.

So, she could only watch Ron fly towards the forbidden forest in the distance. After a period of dying struggle that seemed short to others but felt extremely long to the person involved, the broom, like thunder striking from the sky, crashed into a tree that was twenty or thirty meters high on the edge of the forbidden forest with unstoppable momentum.

Thanks to Elio Smeth's invention of the Cushion Charm in 1820, broomstick comfort took a huge step forward, successfully freeing wizards from the Morgan era.

Although the brooms were in disrepair, that was only in the flight system; the cushion charms on them were still working fine.

Under the protection of the cushion spell, Ron, riding on the broom upside down, was seen sitting on the invisible cushion and slashing hard at the big tree below with the momentum of two bullets blocking a thousand enemies.

The sound of trees breaking when they were split by huge force, and the noise like sawing trees made by the friction between flesh and blood and wood, can be clearly heard even a kilometer away.

When Madam Hooch arrived at the scene, there was only a big tree broken in the middle and a broom that had been broken into pieces of wood.

Ron, who had fainted, sat in the middle of the split tree in a straddle position. The lower half of his robe was stained with red blood, which dripped onto the ground along the hem of the robe, blooming into small dark red flowers.

No one knows what kind of hardship the big tree went through that day.

Chapter 63: The Most Benevolent and Kind Third-Generation Dark Lord

It is said that gold will always shine.

When a person is destined to go down in history, no matter what he does, he can hardly stop the pace of fate.

After the flying lesson, Ron instantly became a school legend at Hogwarts.

"Ron came first and then there was Heaven. He was as good as a god when he chopped a tree apart."

This catchy phrase immediately spread explosively throughout Hogwarts.

In almost every corner of the castle, one can see the little wizards from Gryffindor and Slytherin who had just finished their flying lessons excitedly describing what they had seen and heard in class.

In the corridor, Seamus Finnigan gestured with his arms exaggeratedly.

"A tree thicker than a man was chopped off with just a snap!"

Justin Finch-Fletchley from Hufflepuff next to him curled his lips in disdain. "You're lying. Do you think the human body can be as hard as wood?"

"You don't believe it? I'll take you to see the tree!"

When they reached the edge of the forbidden forest, the big tree that had been split in half was already surrounded by people.

The expressions on everyone's faces were subtle.

Ron was admitted to the school hospital. Due to the intimidation of Madam Pomfrey, the controller of the school hospital, no one dared to go to the school clinic to find Ron, the person involved, to find out whether the tree-chopping incident was true.

But the crime scene was well protected, and students flocked to see the glaring evidence.

Perhaps, this can become a new wonder of Hogwarts in the future.

"Fuck, it turns out to be true..."

All the students who witnessed the scene of the incident had expressions of shock.

Some of the women blushed slightly. "I heard that he used that thing to split the tree? Doesn't that mean he is...very powerful?"

Her companion glared at her unhappily. "If that were the case, it would have been worn away long ago, idiot! What on earth do you think about all day long?"

The two of them started to quarrel loudly.

There was a lot of commotion outside, but Ron, the person involved, couldn't hear the news.

Mrs. Huo Qi immediately sent him to the school infirmary.

According to Madam Pomfrey, if he had been two minutes later, Ron would have become Ron.

But even if he was sent to the hospital in time, with such serious injuries, Ron would have to stay in the school infirmary for at least three days before waking up, and waking up does not mean he is fully recovered.

He would have to stay in the hospital for another month. After all, it was related to little Ron, so he couldn't be careless.

If you walk on the ground rashly, the line will easily be pulled apart.

……

Even though many people had gone to see the new wonders of Hogwarts in the afternoon, while enjoying dinner in the hall, all the students were still whispering about this afternoon's flying class.

They were more discussing the feasibility of confronting a tree with a mortal body, and few people noticed the flying talent that Noah showed in the flying class.

After all, flying on a broom, this incredible way of riding a broom is really too outrageous.

How could a normal person do that?

But Gemma Farley was not among them. She happened to be in the Transfiguration classroom when Noah and his classmates were having flying lessons in the afternoon and witnessed everything that happened.

"What's wrong? Is there a vegetable leaf on my teeth?" Facing the gazes from many people around him, Noah helplessly put down the knife and fork in his hand.

"Noah, I saw your performance in flying class during Transfiguration class!"

Gemma Farley blinked her bright and deep eyes, staring intently at Noah in front of her.

"Would you like to consider joining the college's Quidditch team? I can ask Dean Snape for you..."

At this point, Gemma suddenly remembered that the little fellow in front of her was the adopted son of their dean, so there was no need for her to apply for him.

Noah glanced sideways at a large chimpanzee sitting in the distance, "Are you here to invite me to join the team on behalf of Marcus Flint?"

"Who would speak for a stupid baboon whose brain is filled with muscles?" Gemma's face turned disgusted in an instant. "It's just that Slytherin House has won the championship for six consecutive years."

"If we can win the College Cup this year, it will be an unprecedented seven-year Grand Slam!"

Gemma playfully winked at Noah, and her affectionate almond-shaped eyes perfectly illustrated what it meant to make people feel an electric shock in an instant.

"I just want to make sure that Slytherin's position in the House Cup is more secure. As the prefect of Slytherin, how can I let the house's seven consecutive championships be broken in my hands?"

"So, please, Noah!"

But Noah perfectly illustrates what it means to...

Straight man of steel.

"Slytherin's position as first place is already secure enough, even without the bonus of the Quidditch Cup."

Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff have never been a match for Slytherin. The only one that can truly threaten Slytherin's position as number one is Gryffindor.

But...

If Ron continued to cause trouble like a brainless salmon, Noah had at least twenty ways to keep the Gryffindor hourglass in its current state until the end of the school year.

Noah just didn't believe that Dumbledore could be so shameless as to directly promote Grindelwald to the first place when the hourglass was empty.

Even if he had the nerve to do so, Noah would still find a way to give Gryffindor a big boost at the end of the semester when the Savior clearance rewards were being settled.

So joining the Quidditch team is simply optional for Slytherin House.

"If I were to become a coach, I'd be a little interested, but as a player..."

"Coach?" Gemma Farley didn't understand.

"You're the kind of person who sits in the audience and points fingers, talking a lot but not taking any real action. When people see you, they'll say you don't understand Quidditch at first glance."

Noah lowered his head and began to deal with the food on the plate seriously.

"This..." Gemma's beautiful eyes were full of confusion.

Isn't this Quidditch commentary?

"My time is precious, and I don't have time to waste on Quidditch training. Unfortunately... uh, my adoptive father doesn't trust my theoretical level of Quidditch."

To be honest, Noah does look down on wizards.

Athletic level.

Although Quidditch was born in the wizarding world a thousand years ago, wizards' theoretical level of Quidditch tactics remains quite backward.

In the eyes of wizards, the rules of Quidditch are now quite complete.