From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"not good at?"

　　 When William honestly admitted that he hadn't touched the flying broomstick much, Professor Keitelburn let out an amazed voice.

　　 Then William really experienced the scene of being watched-all the professors present were professors, without exception, they had the problem of liking to teach others.

　　 "Professor William, don't be nervous, the broom is very obedient, you just have to stand in front of it."

　　 "Yes, that is, stretch out your right hand, put your hand next to the broom, and just shout."-Another professor interjected enthusiastically.

　　‘Why do you guys seem to be joining in the fun, just like the audience who madly instructed during the live broadcast...’

　　 William was surrounded by a group of professors, enjoying the most luxurious teachers in the entire British magical world-if they were not teaching flying lessons, William felt that he could cry happily.

　　 But now, due to the anger of the crowd, William had to listen obediently to a group of professors pointing to his standing posture.

　　 "Okay, have you written down the main points, William Jr.?"

　　Professor Keitelburn’s excited expression gave William the feeling of making a decisive penalty kick—it’s just flying, not, professor!

　　 But Professor Keitelburn obviously couldn't hear William's complaint. He happily slapped the other half of his arm with his remaining hand, "Are you ready? Now count down-three, two, one, get ready!"

"stand up!"

　　 William held back his shame and yelled that sentence in front of a bunch of professors.

　　 Then, the broom rolled on the spot and turned half a circle, changing from I to one.

　　...

　　 "Hahahaha!"

　　 The professors around him were stunned, and then burst into laughter in unison.

　　 "Well, it looks like it's on strike."

　　 William shrugged his shoulders, and then opened his arms exaggeratedly-at this time, as long as he doesn't feel embarrassed, he won't be embarrassed.

　　 "Mrs. Hooch, now, should I change the broom or continue to try to make it work?"

　　 Mrs. Hooch is one of the rare people who didn't laugh. As a flight class professor, she didn't know how many examples of the failure of freshmen.

　　 "Professor William, just keep trying. Few people succeed at once."

　　 It took about ten minutes, and William successfully mastered the flight. To be precise, he touched the edge of the door weaker than the first glimpse of the door—he was already able to fly two meters above the ground.

　　—

　　 "Well, Professor William seems to be unable to join our game for the time being, Mrs. Hooch, you can be a batsman."

　　 After watching William's ten minutes of hard work, Professor Keitelburn extended an invitation to Mrs. Hooch very solemnly.

All the professors who decided to participate rose to a height of ten meters, and even the crowd onlookers rode broomsticks to the same height. William thought that the professors would find it embarrassing to ride the broomsticks, but now it seems that everyone is awkward to the broomsticks. The view is like a bicycle.

"Professor William, you have to prepare your magic wand and be able to save yourself when the broom is out of control-at the same time, be careful not to fly out and injure students. Two meters is the best height for beginners. If it is too high, the out of control broom can't handle it. Up."

　　 Singi asked in German earnestly, and then flew to an altitude of ten meters with a broomstick.

　　...

　　 how? Mengxin has no human rights?

　　William looked at the crowd flying high in the sky, complaining inwardly.

　　 Then, he rode a broomstick and flew tentatively in the air, speeding up the flight, braking, turning, and having fun alone.

　　 If you don’t bring it, don’t bring it. Flying is still very interesting.

　　After flying for a while, William was a little dissatisfied with the air of two meters-even if he stood up on the bus, he was taller than this, so he shouted to the top.

　　 "Professor Sindid! Professor Sindid, what kind of training can I get to fly high?"

Singid did not react, but Mrs. Hooch responded quickly, "You can freely control acceleration and try when you turn. Professor William, you can curse your head? Then you can try on the Black Lake. When flying in a slightly higher air, when you really can’t control it, you can rush into the water with a broom, as long as you are ready for the head-foaming curse."

　　 is worthy of being a flight class professor-he came up with a perfect training plan almost instantly.

　　 William seriously suspected that the professor had such a plan for training students, but in the end he gave up because the first-year freshman could not master the spell.

　　 But the head-bubble curse does not have much pressure on William-many potions emit a horrible smell than durian cores in a microwave oven when they are boiled, so the head-bubble curse has almost become a necessary protective spell for potions.

　　—

People who are new to learning a kind of transportation always have the urge to wait to go to the toilet with them. William is no exception. Anyway, the students are in class, he simply rides the broomstick all the way in the two-meter air, half flying and half floating. Arrived at the Black Lake.

　　 This is the largest lake in the school. Because it is school time, there are not many students staying nearby.

Every year, freshmen in the first grade come to school by boating from the Black Lake. Occasionally someone falls from the lake and is rescued by the creatures in the lake-some say it is a squid, some say it is an octopus, but The version of four octopuses William heard from Hagrid.

　　 "Don't look big, that guy is very docile. Every few years he saves a freshman who enrolls in school, and he also brings up a lot of'adventurers' who try to hunt for treasure at the bottom of the Black Lake."

　　 Hagrid added an accent to the last sentence when he said this—obviously it was a student who thought there was a secret at the bottom of the Black Lake like the Weasley brothers.

　　‘When I watched the stars on Saturday, I didn’t even think about coming to Heihu—I made a mistake. ’

　　William looked at the sparkling water of the lake and couldn't help but complain about himself.

　　 The sky is full of stars, the stars of a lake, and the magic is protected. You don’t need to worry about mosquitoes or anything — isn’t it more comfortable than catching teenage couples on the lawn?

　　 Tucao returns to Tucao, William still remembers why he came here.

　　‘First put on yourself a bubble head curse to prevent it from being too late if there is any accident. ’

　　‘The flying height should not be too high. If the broom is out of control, it’s still necessary to pull it into the lake. It will inevitably collide with the lake. If it is too high, it is asking for trouble. ’

　　 "Be ready to attack the spell. If the lake is too calm, it will be easy to get hurt if you enter it. It will be much better to hit the lake with an obstacle spell."

　　...

　　Before deciding on a more difficult flight, William maneuvered his broom to hover over the black lake while making the most complete plan.

　　 If you accidentally break your leg or arm because of flying lessons, the group of fifth-grade children who went crazy in the exam would probably laugh to death, right?

　　 With this determination, William re-planned again.

　　Ps: There will be tomorrow during the day, but it will be fine tonight