The Queen of Scrolls never admits defeat

Chapter 193 First Flight
The little witch immediately followed.

They didn't go into the greenhouse today; they just waited at the entrance for class. Isn't that because they want to start learning to fly as soon as possible?
After all, you can't take flight lessons in a greenhouse.

Following the dean, we arrived in the middle of the farmland.

There is a large farmland here, which is entirely covered with lawns.

Moran and her friends used to pass by here, but they didn't know what this lawn was for.

But now they know.

"The farmland here is open and has a good view, making it very suitable for beginners to learn to fly."

This area is planted with soft grass, so if you fall, it will catch you and cushion the impact, so don't be afraid.

Of course, your guardian dean and I will also keep a close eye on your safety at all times.

The broom grass was planted by you, and it absorbs your magic and magical aura every day. The brooms were also made by your own hands.

These flying brooms will be more obedient than your magic wands.

Everyone, stand in a line first, then get on the brooms and grip the broom handles tightly..."

Amisha, wand in hand, prepared to rescue the little witch, before saying, "Now, tell the broomsticks you're 'ready' to take off! Note, 'ready' to take off, not 'take off'!"

The little witches have been learning magic for a year and are already quite adept at giving these kinds of commands.

Even Moran didn't hesitate at all.

She used to wonder how brooms could understand witches' language, why brooms could fly, why they could be controlled to fly without magic, what the energy source was... a whole host of questions, and she couldn't find the answers in the textbooks.

But now, she is Moran, who has read "The Unsolved Mystery of the Witches".

It's normal for a broom made from broom grass that has been exposed to the elements for so long to understand its owner's commands.

It's no longer an ordinary broom; it's a witch's flying broom. Since it's called a flying broom, its ability to fly is inherent.

Flying brooms can fly, just as naturally as witches can use magic.

Energy? Who said flying broomsticks don't consume energy when they fly? The books say that they get tired after flying for a long time and need to rest. Isn't resting when they're recovering their energy?

If you keep feeding it, the flying broomstick will become stronger and stronger. It's the same principle as raising a little witch; the better it eats, the stronger it grows.

At this moment, at Ms. Amisa's command, none of the little witches hesitated. They immediately straddled the brooms, holding the broom handles in their hands, with the broom heads drooping slightly and dragging on the ground.

This is the preparatory posture for takeoff. It's illustrated in the textbook and is quite simple. Those who have studied the flight course materials all performed it very correctly.

Moran took a deep breath and said to the broom in her mind, "I'm ready to take off!"

Immediately afterwards, she felt a lightness in her hand, as if something was supporting her buttocks, which felt a little uncomfortable.

Today, to make flying easier, she wore trousers and didn't wear a robe.

Looking down, she saw that the broom head, which had been hanging on the ground, had floated up, supporting her bottom and keeping it level with the broom handle.

Compared to farm tools and cleaning equipment, the flying broom is like a biological child—it's so considerate, so obedient, and so meticulous.

Moran's slight unease vanished after the flying broom responded to her without hesitation.

A gasp rang out, and Moran looked to her left and right; the little witches' brooms were all floating in the air.

Every broom was so obedient to its master, never failing to respond to its owner's calls. Moran recalled reading in a book that a witch's magical influence was equivalent to the manifestation of a sorceress's talent—angel wings, a dragon's body—and it seemed to be true.

This is a racial talent of witches, something every little witch is born with, unlike magical talents which vary.

The broom grass cultivated by infecting weeds, and the flying broom made from it, are a byproduct of nature.

It's hard to explain why it's a broom and not a blanket or anything else.

"Pay attention, relax your hands, the direction you press the broom handle will determine your flight direction!"

Ms. Amisa's voice pulled Moran back to reality, and she quickly focused her attention to listen to what Ms. Amisa had to say.

"Let's practice low-altitude straight flight first. Slightly lift the broom handle, just a little bit, and then tell your brooms to slowly rise into the air and hover about three meters above the ground!"

Even after Ms. Amisa finished speaking, no little witch had yet ascended into the sky.

It's not that the broom is disobedient; it's just that it's still trying to calm itself down.

The little witches were very excited about their upcoming flight, but the more excited they were, the less they dared to take off immediately.

Recklessness is never a good thing; for a witch who cherishes freedom and independence, remaining calm and cautious is essential.

One must remain calm when casting spells, and even more so when flying.

Moran took a few deep breaths, then slightly raised the broom handle, mentally directing the broom to ascend into the air:

"Slowly, fly a little higher, about three meters, okay, okay, stop!"

She successfully hovered in the air.

How should I put it? It's like playing a game. As long as you don't press random buttons on the controller, the game character won't move randomly.

The broom seems to fly in the same way; as long as she holds the broom handle firmly and doesn't exert force unnecessarily, it will remain horizontal and won't change direction.

As long as she doesn't give the broom any commands, it won't speed up or slow down arbitrarily.

Everything is under control, as long as she keeps her hands and heart in check.

After her, the other little witches also took off one after another, flying up to a height similar to Moran's, where they all hovered their brooms in the air.

"Don't use force with your hands, let the broom fly forward slowly and at a steady speed."

"Good! That's it! Slow down a bit, get used to it!"

"We're almost at the edge of the lawn. Get ready to turn left. Pull the broom handles slightly to the left. One by one, Moran, you lead the way. Keep the speed you were at, don't speed up."

"Yes, yes, that's it! That's how you turn it around. Learn to control the timing and angle of the broom handle's deflection according to the speed! Next, Vasita!"

One by one, the little witches slowly completed the first left turn, changing from flying side by side to flying in a queue.

Moran led the way, followed by a group of little witches.

After flying for a while, they made another left turn. This time, without Ms. Amisa's reminder, they passed through smoothly one by one, based on their previous experience.

After the fourth left turn, Ms. Amisha signaled for them to prepare to press down on the broom handle to slow down and land.

"Excellent! Excellent! A perfect landing on the first lap!" Amisha praised. "Take a break, and in three minutes, we'll begin the second lap test flight."

At this moment, Moran secretly breathed a sigh of relief, released the broom handle, wiped her hands on the corner of her clothes, then touched her bottom and stomped her tense legs.