Hogwarts: A little lion in the skin of the Eagle School

Good afternoon, children.

"Welcome to my flight class. My name is Rolanda Hodge, and you can call me Professor Hodge."

A female professor with short gray hair and sharp yellow eyes like an eagle's came before them.

The flying lessons were held outdoors, and the young wizards were divided into two rows, each with a flying broom in front of them.

"Before we begin, I must remind everyone that flying broomsticks are a dangerous sport. You must strictly adhere to my safety regulations. Violators will be banned from flying immediately."

Professor Huo Qi stood with his hands on his hips between two rows of students and spoke earnestly to them.

Although she kept emphasizing safety regulations, there are still flying accidents every year, which may be due to being mischievous or simply being afraid, and not being suitable for flying brooms.

But she still had to emphasize it again to warn these young wizards.

The performance of a flying broom is determined by its manufacturing process and the strength of the magic applied.

The equipment used by the school for teaching new students is the most ordinary, or even outdated, series of products, including the five-star brand.

These brooms aren't exactly bad, they're just awful.

However, it would be very suitable for teaching freshmen.

"Alright, everyone, step forward and stand to the left of the broom."

After explaining the safety regulations, Professor Huo Qi was finally ready to begin practical teaching.

"Although I have mentioned so many safety regulations, there is one principle that can break all safety regulations."

"That's courage! Flying broomsticks don't recognize bloodlines or talent; they only respect courage!"

"If you have enough courage, you can definitely conquer the flying broomstick!"

Before we began, Professor Huo Qi passionately inspired the students.

"Come on, kids, let me see your courage. Now, stretch out your right hand and hold it above your broom, aim at your broom, and shout 'Get up!'"

The young wizards did as instructed, and shouts of "Get up!" rang out.

John looked at the broom at his feet, composed himself, and shouted to get up.

He immediately felt the connection between himself and the broom; the flying broom automatically flew up and landed in John's hand.

It felt like Thor simply reached out and summoned his hammer.

After grasping the flying broom, he could feel a slight upward force emanating from it.

It's not big, and can be easily grasped. It seems that as long as magic is poured into it, the upward force will become stronger.

John tried it, and as he poured his magic into it, he found it increasingly difficult to hold onto the broom until it could pull him up.

"Oh! Mr. Merrick, relax and don't let the broom get out of control."

This scene was quite striking, because everyone else was still calling for their brooms, but his broom was flying high in the air, and John was hanging from the broom with one hand, being carried up by the broom.

To others, it looked as if John's broom was about to go out of control.

"Uh, okay."

John then came to his senses and quickly stopped channeling his magic. The broom came down as he had hoped, albeit a sudden one.

Fortunately, he was only a dozen centimeters off the ground, otherwise he would have been in serious trouble.

It seems that stopping the output of magic power must be done gradually.

"Mr. Merrick, you need to relax. The broom is your partner, not a monster. The harder you try to suppress it, the more likely it is to get out of control."

Professor Hodge walked over to John and began to comfort him.

In her opinion, John was just too nervous. He felt the lift of the flying broom and tried to suppress it, but accidentally channeled a lot of magic into it, causing the broom to drag him up into the air.

The situation was correct, but the relationship was wrong. John was curious, so he deliberately channeled magic to test the power of the flying broom.

John didn't explain, though, as it wasn't a big deal.

Professor Hodge then began to loudly instruct the other young wizards, trying to calm them down and prevent anyone from losing control of their brooms again.

"Very good, next step, grab your brooms and get on, hold on tight and don't slip off."

Soon everyone had successfully summoned their brooms and began the next step.

John tried to find a comfortable angle, mounted the broom, and found that he didn't feel any discomfort. It seems that the broom designer did take the majority of men into consideration.

"When I give you my whistle, push off the ground hard so that the broom will lift you off the ground."

"Then maintain your balance and don't move around."

"Now, three, two, one, woof~"

As Professor Hock's whistle rang out.

Everyone pushed off the ground and took off, hovering in the air on their brooms.

However, someone lost their balance and flipped over, ending up hanging under the broom.

Some even spun around on the spot, or subconsciously pressed down too hard on the front of the broom, causing it to plummet back to the ground with a thud.

For a time, the scene was nothing short of chaotic and disorderly.

However, nothing particularly serious happened, so Professor Huo Qi just watched them scream and let them adjust on their own.

John rode without any incidents, steadily circling the track, rising and falling as he pleased, drifting through corners, and making sudden stops and fishtails with effortless ease.

To be fair, the flying experience is indeed quite good, but the comfort of the broom could be improved.

After spinning around twice, he got off by himself.

"Mr. Merrick, it seems you have a great talent for flying. Have you ever considered joining the Quidditch team in the future?"

Professor Hodge had witnessed John's entire performance, and after John came down, she went to his side and asked him about it.

"Quidditch? Not considering it for now."

"Then you can think about it carefully. I believe you can definitely shine."

John nodded, but did not respond.

Quidditch is one of the most popular sports in the wizarding world.

Even now, there are large-scale events like the Quidditch World Cup, which attract countless wizards.

But John wasn't really interested.

In his view, although the wizarding world has order, laws, and management, the only truth is always might.

No matter how well you ride your flying broomstick or how many fans you have, it's not as good as having strong skills to rely on.

I do not seek to be invincible, but only to protect myself.

Instead of spending this time practicing Quidditch, it would be more worthwhile to go and learn a few more spells from Professor Flitwick.

......

"Good evening, John. What book are you reading?"

"Good evening, Luna. I'm studying the book for Defense Against the Dark Arts class tomorrow, just getting a head start."

After finishing their afternoon classes, it was almost dinnertime, and John and the others were reading in the auditorium.

Titus had a Defense Against the Dark Arts class this afternoon, and he was enthusiastically telling them how interesting Professor Lupin's class was.

In their first lesson, instead of learning from the book, they witnessed firsthand a dark magic creature called a "Boggart."

But Titus kept their specific job a secret and wouldn't tell them.

So John, out of curiosity, started reading the book to look up information about Boggart.

However, this thing wasn't even in their first-grade textbook...

Clearly, this was something Professor Lupin had specially prepared for them to see the world; it shouldn't be some dangerous dark magic creature.

The first-grade textbooks are all theoretical knowledge about how to identify dark magic creatures and how to protect oneself.

The only spell that seems somewhat useful is the knockback spell.