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Chapter 40 Does Lifting Your Feet Off the Ground Increase Your Wisdom?

"If yesterday was tomorrow, then today is Friday, so what day is today?"

The door knocker is in a free point state today.

After returning to the common room with ease, the freshmen discovered something was wrong - a new notice was posted on the bulletin board, informing every first-year student with impeccable grammar that they would have flying lessons with Hufflepuff students this Thursday morning.

"Ah, flying..."

Kevin let out a sigh.

The rest of the people were no exception, only Bell was more energetic, "It's finally started."

He was the only one who had ever ridden a children's broom, and was the most interested in Quidditch in the dormitory.

"Don't be like that, it's not difficult. Although I've never touched a real broom before - I wanted to try it when I was nine years old, but..."

Bell shook his head vigorously, with a look of fear in his eyes.

"I don't think so... I can't help but be afraid of things that I can't learn from books."

"Same...why hasn't anyone written a book on how to use a broomstick?"

"Maybe because it's simple," Andrew leaned against the wall. Although he was a little panicked, he was still deceiving himself. "If the rules of flying require three or four months to take the test, and then you have to abide by various regulations, then someone must have published a similar book."

"That's true... There are special books on the violation manuals for Quidditch games, but there is almost no mention of flying..."

"There's no point in just thinking about it. Let's think about how to deal with the next class...it's Potions class again."

This sentence immediately brought everyone back from their sighs. The flying class was certainly worth worrying about, but it was something for the future after all. The Potions class... that was a real danger that was right around the corner!
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Perhaps the flying class had the greatest impact on Ravenclaw - in the following time, few of the freshmen Andrew knew did not sigh about this course.

Ravenclaws are good at using experience to deal with the unknown, but if you can fly, you can, and if you can't, you can't. No matter how good a describer is, he can't express that feeling in words.

Another terrible thing is that due to the bad habits of some Ravenclaw students, we can't be sure what others mean when they say "I can't do it either" - everyone can't do it? Or will they say they can't do it and then suddenly show everyone a beautiful flying skill?
Especially after the serialization of "Dumbledore, A Legend", the trend has become even worse - originally everyone was doing their own thing, but now they have to follow the trend and hide their shortcomings, right?

But no matter what the students think, time is an extremely fair thing, and Thursday came amid everyone's anxiety.

"It always feels a bit unstable... Why are we first?"

Hal said this with a serious look at the dining table. As for Andrew, he was in a good mood and listened to the complaints of other roommates - he had already made a complete plan to prevent serious injuries.

"Well, stop complaining. Once you get on a broom you'll see the charm of flying."

Bell was so overjoyed that he was full of energy and even ate breakfast absent-mindedly.

Soon, amid the anxiety of a group of students, the time for the flight class officially arrived.

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"Don't fly too high - as long as you don't fall to your death, Madam Pomfrey can save you..."

Andrew whispered to himself to comfort himself, and even lost the ability to recognize the road. He followed the team to the lawn in a daze.

At this moment, the brooms and their flying lesson teachers were ready.

"Well, what are you all waiting for?" snapped Madam Hooch, their flying professor. "Everyone get next to a broomstick. Quick, quick, hurry up."

Andrew took a deep breath and followed the line to the broom - it looked to be in poor condition and had not been well maintained.

“Be firm and keep your hand on the broom—your right hand!
"Then, follow me. When I say ready, say one, two, three, then you all shout together!

"Ready, one, two, three, get up!" "Get up!"

The broom fell into his hands more smoothly than he had imagined. He looked around and found that many people had done the same thing as him.

'So, what triggers the command? Emotion, trust?'

Andrew couldn't make a specific judgment - Ravenclaw students believed in experience, and Hufflepuff students were not good at doubting their teachers, which made it impossible for him to narrow the scope of judgment.

Moreover, the flying broomstick and other wizard supplies are not of the same type of objects - he shook his head and temporarily put aside the thinking habit he had developed in recent times because of his habit of summarizing and generalizing.

After Madam Hooch repeated the command once and led everyone to shout it again twice, almost everyone shouted for their brooms.

The next step was to explain the angles for holding the broom and correct the techniques one by one - it was rare for Andrew to be criticized.

“You’re holding onto a broom, not a stick that will fall off if you lose your grip!

"Relax, relax, you are going to rely on it to take you up to the sky, not to strangle it!
"Pay attention to the angle, the angle, it's a flying broom, not an animal!"

After a series of criticisms, Madam Hooch finally approved of their method. "Alright, pay attention. When I blow the whistle, push the ground with both feet at the same time, but don't push too hard. You can only be a few feet off the ground at most. Then you have to lower your body and let the broom carry you forward at a slight angle and return to the ground - do you hear me?"

"heard it!"

"Very good." Madam Hooch was pleased with their response. "Ready, three-two-one!"

A clear whistle sounded, and Andrew exerted a little strength - a gentle force carried him directly upwards, and he stopped not long after.

He curiously felt the area of ​​his buttocks and found that there was indeed a soft cushion as Bell said.

"Then, pull up..."

He adjusted the broom a little, and then realized it wasn't much more complicated than riding a bicycle - pull it up, lower it, pull it up again...

simple.

"Sure enough, there is no need to publish a book."

"Student Taylor!"

Madam Hooch's voice rang out, "Five points from Ravenclaw."

Only then did Andrew realize that he was the only one still in the air while the rest had gone down. He then remembered the order he had just received - fly up a little and then land.

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What happened to the promise that you’ll become smarter once your feet leave the ground?
After confirming that he could fly, he became a little too proud and his brain short-circuited...

He began to press the broom lightly to let himself land steadily.

"A very good start for freshmen and no panic..."

Madam Hooch's face looked better. "All right, three points for Ravenclaw."

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(End of this chapter)