Hogwarts: From Luna's House to Godhood Through Intense Competition

Before leaving, Hagrid, taking advantage of his physical strength, stuffed a lot of materials into his pocket.

Besides the unicorn tail hair, there was a lot of material that he hadn't had time to identify.

Vizette felt lightheaded; she thought she was in a good state for her afternoon flight lesson.

"It's almost the weekend, and we have so many materials... We can study how to make a wand! We should also learn about healing magic and the Animagus that Professor McGonagall mentioned."

There are two more classes in the afternoon: a herbalism class taught by Professor Sprout, and a flight class that we haven't experienced yet.

Herbal medicine classes are held in a greenhouse, so first-graders don't have access to many herbs.

Even before the start of the school year, Vizette had already learned a lot about related topics from Luna.

Whether it's digging, fertilizing, or taking care of the plants, they handle everything with ease, earning them extra points from Sprout.

Unperturbed by the mud on his body, Vizette packed up his textbooks and headed straight for the meadow, where the flight class would gather.

Chris quickly grabbed him. "Vizet, aren't you going to go back and shower? It's not really appropriate to go like this."

Joining them in the Herbalism class was Slytherin, a stocky, dark-haired girl who suddenly spoke up: "That's right! A filthy Obscurial can never be truly cleansed!"

Her tone was contemptuous, and she crossed her arms, raised her head, and showed off her thick chin.

“Really? I thought that as a wizard, I could use a more magical method…” Vizet smiled slightly, drew her wand and drew a beautiful “S” curve, “Clean it up!”

In the blink of an eye, all the mud on his body disappeared, and his clothes were clean again.

He continued casting the spell, and also helped his roommate clean up the mud.

He even spread his hands and asked in a calm tone, "Do you need help cleaning? Or perhaps you can do it yourself? Please!"

The female student's face turned a deep purplish-red, "You..."

Seeing Wizette's humble actions, the female student was speechless, while his roommates burst into laughter.

“Mirison, it’s time to go!” a girl with thin lips interrupted, walking straight past Vizet.

"Pansy, I'm trying to help you..."

“Miss Burst! Please address me by my last name; it will make you seem more cultured!” Pansy snapped, then left the greenhouse without looking back.

Milison's face grew even paler, and tears even welled up in the corners of his eyes.

She couldn't say another word, covered her face, and ran away quickly.

"What's going on?" Terry asked curiously. "I've been wanting to ask you this for a while now, why are they so hostile towards you?"

“After all, he’s an Obscurial,” Anthony frowned. “Fear and aversion to magic are what make someone an Obscurial, and these traits are generally associated with Muggles.”

"Slytherin believes in pure-blood principles and even despises Muggle-born wizards, so I'm not surprised at all that this happened."

“It’s a pity they don’t know Vizette’s magic!” Michael hooked his arm around Vizette’s shoulder. “Why are you friends with Cho Chang and know magic we don’t understand? I’m so jealous!”

“I learned this magic from Cho Chang,” Vizette explained. “The Cleansing Charm, a very useful life magic. Would you like to learn it? I’ll lend you my notes.”

"Let's talk about it when we get back!" Michael waved his hands repeatedly. "The flying brooms might already be on display. Let's go pick out a nice one!"

……

Since ancient times, people have been filled with longing and curiosity about the sky.

It is precisely because of this yearning that all sorts of aircraft have emerged.

Wizards shared the same aspirations, so they invented flying broomsticks, which even gave rise to a wizarding sport—Quidditch.

Madam Hooch is the professor of flying lessons and also a Quidditch referee; she is the one who officiates Quidditch at Hogwarts.

She arrived early and laid out the flying brooms in two rows on the ground.

"It looks like an eagle's eye!" Terry leaned over and muttered quietly.

Mrs. Hooch had short, neat grey hair and bright yellow eyes that were indeed like those of an eagle.

Her eyesight was as sharp as an eagle's; when she saw Michael pick up the broom, she pounced on him instantly.

"Please put the broom on the ground first! Even if you know how to use the flying broom, please wait until class starts and pick it up as I instruct you."

"Hiss!" Michael reacted as if electrocuted, dropping the flying broom to the ground again. "Sorry, Mrs. Hodge!"

"Ahem..." Madam Huo coughed lightly twice, looking somewhat embarrassed. "I should apologize... I was being a bit too sensitive."

“Yesterday afternoon I taught flight classes to two other colleges, and one of their students had an accident, so I have to be extra careful!”

Michael and the others huddled together, asking in confusion, "Who is it?"

“It’s Neville, Neville Longbottom of Gryffindor,” Hannah’s voice rang out. “He broke his wrist; it must hurt a lot.”

More and more Hufflepuffs gathered around, and they learned a lot of anecdotes about the school, which they shared with great interest.

"Draco Malfoy seems to have taken something from Neville Longbottom... Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy have a falling out... Harry Potter becomes the Seeker..."

Michael and his friends were even more confused. "What's going on? How did we become Seekers? Didn't the Quidditch trials just start this weekend?"

As the school bell rang, Madam Huo Qi clapped her hands and called out loudly, "Now that everyone is here, let's begin today's lesson."

"First, stand next to one of the flying broomsticks. Remember! Do not touch it with your hands! Then wait for my next instruction!"

The students did as instructed, feeling both amused and exasperated; they all thought Mrs. Hooch was being a bit too tense.

"Okay! Move the hand that's near the flying broom over, and don't move...wait for my next instruction!"

After the students obediently did so, Mrs. Hodge continued, "Shout 'Get up!' and then, when the flying broomstick comes into your hand, grab it! Then stop!"

"We await your next instructions," the students said somewhat helplessly.

“Yes! That’s it!” Madam Huoqi nodded. “We must take it one step at a time to avoid any accidents.”

After a series of shouts of "Get up!", not everyone was able to grasp the flying broom.

Like Hufflepuff students, their flying brooms roll twice on the ground before slowly flying into their hands.

Hannah's flying broom seemed to be broken, as it didn't react at all, which made her face turn red with anxiety.

Perhaps because they live at a higher altitude, Ravenclaw performs much better; if called a few times, the flying broomsticks will respond.

Vizette's flying broom was very obedient. He didn't even have to shout it out; he just had the thought, and the flying broom quickly flew into his hand.

Chapter 39 Innate Flying Talent

Being able to summon flying brooms is just the first step.

These brooms are quite old, and it's not easy to call them.

Even if some flying brooms receive a call, they will fall midway, and while rolling on the ground, they will also drop a few branches.

Once everyone had a firm grip on the handle, Mrs. Hooch continued to issue commands cautiously.

She guided everyone on the preparatory posture and precautions, taught some tips, and demonstrated how to ride without slipping.

“Okay…” She became nervous, sweat beading on her forehead. “I’ll whistle, and you can get on your brooms, kick your legs, and fly into the sky.”

"Don't be nervous! This is just a flying lesson, not a competition. There's no competition involved, so don't feel any pressure... Remember! Hold the flying broom tightly!"

"To go up, pull the handle upwards; to go down, lean forward and press down on the handle, and the broom will bring you down to the ground. Listen to my whistle... Don't be nervous!"

She put the whistle in her mouth, and was the first to mount the flying broom, looking very cautious.

The students followed suit, straddling the flying broomsticks.

As the whistle blew, everyone rose into the sky together, and no accidents occurred.

Mrs. Foster's tone became much lighter, "Okay! Let's try landing again. Don't rush, just take it slow!"

After completing the descent, she instructed everyone on how to hover and turn in the air.

These are all advanced skills, and students who are new to flying will need time to adapt if they want to be able to fly with ease.

Seeing Vizette execute a beautiful "S" shaped maneuver, Michael couldn't help but exclaim, "Vizette, how did you learn that? Mrs. Hodge hasn't even taught you yet!"

Vizette shook his head; he also found it very strange that flying was as simple as drinking water or eating.

However, he soon realized the reason—he was a Silent One.

When he arrived, he was floating in the form of the Obscure. It was because of the Obscure's innate ability to fly that he was so adept at flying.

If he weren't worried about upsetting Mrs. Hooch, he would have flown to an even higher place and performed some more difficult maneuvers.

Michael sighed, "How come you're so skilled? I was here first, and I was the first to encounter the flying broom..."

Chris teased, "You were indeed the first person to run into her, and when Mrs. Hodge shouted, you were so scared that you dropped your flying broom."

Terry chimed in, "That's right! You abandoned it first, which is why you're flying like this now."

Michael raised his voice, trying to cover it up: "This flying broom is too old. You see... when it flies, branches fall down. I did this for safety!"

“Yes, for safety’s sake, you’re right. You can replace Mrs. Hooch as a teacher.” Anthony flew higher and mocked from above.

“You’re not much better!” Michael retorted immediately. “You claim to have some distant Auror relative, how come you can ride a flying broomstick like that?”

He lay on the handle, his legs gripping the broom head tightly, and flew forward shakily, winking and saying, "This is how you ride a flying broom. Safe, right?"

“How am I like that?” Michael’s mockery made Anthony blush. “You guys think… I’m like that?”

He was met only with a few snickers.

Vizette shook her head slightly. "Safety first, that's right."