The Shopkeeper of All Worlds in the British Wizarding World

Chapter 12 Flying Lessons

Throughout the weekend, Ryan went to the Black Lake for a walk on Saturday morning, and Hermione called him to the library to read books. Ryan didn't want to go at first, but after observing in the common room for a few days, he found that the entertainment activities in the wizarding world were nothing more than some chess and card games or Quidditch, which was really boring for Ryan who came from the information age. In comparison, various books about the wizarding world were more interesting.

In addition to reading, Ryan would sit by the fireplace in the common room and chat with his classmates on holiday evenings. Sometimes some classmates would come to ask about homework, and Ryan would patiently help them answer them.

While helping his classmates, Ryan finally understood why professors get angry when marking homework. Some people copied large sections of the original text from the textbook, some people had no logical connection between the previous and next paragraphs, and the most extreme one even added a section of Potions homework to the end when the word count for Transfiguration homework was not enough. Not to mention the grammatical and spelling errors that Ryan had never made in his previous life.

I can only say that the teachers at Hogwarts are all good-tempered. If he were a teacher, he would definitely beat up the paws of those naughty kids who took advantage of the situation.

Looking at his classmates' pleading eyes like little animals, Ryan could only sigh silently. He gradually inspired these little guys to do their homework and taught them the format of writing papers in his previous life.

However, on Sunday night, Ryan also firmly rejected the request of individual students to copy homework.

As the days passed, Ryan gradually established an image of a principled good man among Gryffindor classmates. Of course, Hermione Granger's image of a somewhat lonely nerd was also established. Ryan had hinted at this problem to Hermione several times, but unfortunately she still did her own thing.

Finally, more than a month after the start of school, a notice was posted in the Gryffindor common room, announcing that flying lessons would begin on Thursday - Gryffindor students would take classes with Slytherin students. Except for the fact that it was a bit frustrating to take classes with Slytherin students, the other news was quite exciting.

In the days after the notice was posted, everyone from the wizarding family talked about Quidditch, except Neville Longbottom. Ryan heard a lot of stories, but he really couldn't understand the fun of Quidditch.

However, Ryan also learned from his classmates' chats that every few years, there would always be one or two little wizards who were forced to apply for exemptions due to their insurmountable fear of heights, and then they were regarded as cowards and died socially in the courtyard. He prayed silently, hoping that he would not become one of these unlucky guys.

In the heated discussion, time came to Thursday. During breakfast in the morning, Hermione kept talking about some flying instructions she had read from a library book called "Quidditch Origins". Except for Neville, everyone was a little annoyed by her chattering.

Looking at this situation, Ryan made a quiet gesture to Hermione. "It's actually the same as swimming. Learning a lot of theory is not very useful. The most important thing is to try it." Hermione opened her mouth as if to refute something. But the owl letter interrupted what she was about to say.

Neville's grandmother sent her a memory ball, but it was almost snatched away by Malfoy, but fortunately Professor McGonagall came and dealt with it quickly.

At 3:30 in the afternoon, the first-year students of Gryffindor and Slytherin came to the field in front to prepare for their first flying lesson. The weather was good, and it was a good day for flying.

There were dozens of flying brooms neatly arranged on the ground. I heard from the seniors that these brooms were very old, and some of them could even be called antiques.

Ryan glanced at the brooms and found that many of them had lost their branches and the handles at the ends were shiny and warm. It seemed that the condition of these brooms was worrying.

Their teacher, Madam Hooch, came. She had short grey hair and yellow eyes, like an eagle's. She looked very capable. "Well, what are you waiting for?" she said sharply, "Everyone stand next to a broomstick. Quick, quick, hurry up."

When everyone is standing, Madam Hooch shouts from the front: "Stretch out your right hand, place it over the broom handle, and say: 'Get up!'"

"Get up!" A chaotic voice was heard.

Less than one in five brooms obeyed the command. Ryan was obviously one of the four in five, and his broom just rolled on the ground.

Fortunately, after shouting repeatedly for more than ten times, the broom finally jumped into his hands.

Then, Madam Hooch showed them how to ride on a broom without sliding off. Ryan watched very carefully, although he knew that Madam Pomfrey's skills were very good. Even if the bones of the entire arm were gone, they could be regrown overnight. But as a normal person, he certainly didn't want to enjoy the advanced medical level of the wizarding world.

After correcting everyone's gestures, the actual operation phase began. After a whistle, everyone floated up and hovered about one meter above the ground. After a few minutes of testing, Ryan found that he might not be good at brooms. No matter how much he practiced, he could only ride a broom.

Just as Ryan returned to the ground according to Madam Hooch's instructions, he heard a cry of surprise. It turned out that Neville was too nervous, which caused his broom to lose control and he rose up quickly. Then he lost his grip on the broom and fell from the sky.

Ryan originally thought, according to his memory of the original book, that Neville would fly up and get into trouble before Madam Hooch blew the whistle. So he prepared to take action in advance to avoid it. But until Madam Hooch blew the whistle, there was no problem at all, and Ryan thought that his butterfly wings had fanned away the accident.

After seeing Neville ascend, Ryan subconsciously took out his wand from his pocket, and then cast a levitation spell on him when he fell.

Unfortunately, Ryan's spell was self-taught, so it didn't work very well. Neville only paused in the air for less than a second, and then fell heavily into the bushes.

Madam Hooch nervously ran forward to check on Neville.

"My wrist was injured, maybe a little fractured." Everyone heard her whisper. It seemed that the levitation spell was still effective. This was much better than the original fracture. However, it was probably because the change was not significant, so the system did not respond. But at least this helped one person, and Ryan felt very happy.

"All right, kid—it's all right, you get up." Madam Hooch said as she helped Neville up.

She turned and warned the rest of the class to put their brooms back where they belonged, then took Neville to the hospital wing.

(End of this chapter)