God of Laws of the World Begins with Harry Potter

Finally, Ye Ting’s first flying lesson began.

In this flying lesson, Ravenclaw was taken with Hufflepuff, and the freshmen in the two houses combined had about thirty or forty classmates.

The place where classes are held is a flat lawn, and at the end of the lawn is the forest. In the distance, black trees sway in the wind.

Before they arrived, about forty or so brooms were neatly discharged in the field.

Ye Ting had heard Zhang Qiu complain that these brooms at Hogwarts were too old, so that they all had some problems: some brooms would tremble when they flew too high, and some had the bad habit of flying left or right.

Soon, their teacher, Madame Hooch, arrived.

She had short gray hair and two yellow eyes, like the eyes of an eagle.

“Okay, what are you all waiting for?” She snapped, “Everyone stands next to a flying broom.” Quick, quick, hurry. ”

Ye Ting was in the middle of the team, picking up a crooked old broom in disgust, and the wooden branches on it poked out messily.

Hermione stood next to him, curiously holding an almost bare broom and looking at it carefully.

“Stretch out your right hand and place it above the broom handle,” Mrs. Hooch shouted in front, “and say: ‘Get up! ’”

“Get up!” Everyone shouted along.

Ye Ting did not shout, but just silently recited it in his heart, but the broom still obediently came into his hand.

Silently issuing such a simple command, which could not even be considered a spell, could not bother him

But for little wizards, only a very small number of people can do this.

Hermione Granger’s broom just rolled on the ground, and there were still people’s brooms that didn’t move at all.

His three roommates also failed, with Terry Bout and Anthony Goldstein’s broom entangled, while Michael Cornerer’s broom hit the owner hard in the face with a handle.

There was a lot of noise for a while before everyone moved on to the next step.

Madame Hooch showed them how to ride a broom without slipping off their heads. She walked around the line, correcting their grips.

“Okay, as soon as I whistle, you will kick your legs and leave the ground, and you have to pedal hard.” Mrs. Hooch said he also used Neville as a counterexample: his movements were not standard enough, he was too impatient to kick the ground, and as a result, he couldn’t control it when he flew, flew into the Forbidden Forest, and broke his wrist.

“Hold the broom steady, rise a few feet, then lean forward slightly and fall vertically back to the ground. Listen to my whistles – three – two – one – ”

Then came the chaos. Many fell to the ground before they could fly half a meter, and Hermione barely steadied her broomstick and it took a minute to levitate in the air.

Perhaps because Padma Petir is of Indian descent, her broom took her in the air to perform acrobatics, and many young wizards looked at her with envy on their heads.

But Ye Ting clearly saw that her face was pale, and her hands were clutching the broom – this acrobatic was probably not what she wanted.

Justin Finlieri’s broom swirled around with him until Justin fell to the ground dizzy.

Ye Ting was the best among them, and he easily flew into the air.

What was that like? The air whizzed through his hair, his robes fluttered behind him, everyone grew smaller and smaller in his eyes, and Hogwarts gradually became more and more visible.

All he could hear was the sounds coming from the ground—the screams of the girls, the envious shouts of Terry Bout, and as he continued to rise and accelerate, eventually even the sound seemed to be left behind.

In fact, as he keeps exercising day after day, his body has been steadily evolving and getting stronger.

Today, his physical fitness, balance and reflexes have long exceeded human limits, which allows him to handle a flying broom better than anyone and is enough to perform many difficult movements.

He rode his broomstick through the Hogwarts sky, swooping through the bridge hole, circling the tower several times, and even doing a few rolls as he swooped.

The rapid flight deeply stimulated his nerves, and the adrenaline made his blood boil.

In the past, he has always been calm and calm, even in the previous life, he has not done anything too out of line. But now, such a flight has allowed him to discover another side of himself – the desire for excitement, the challenge of limits, the feeling of conquering life and death in the intersection of life and death makes him want to stop.

“Perhaps, I was not born to be a self-conscious person.”

Thinking so, he flew more and more boldly.

He thought about the aerobatic shows he had seen at the air show.

Those pilots in the cockpit, indirectly through the handle and dashboard, but can complete so many dazzling and exaggerated technical actions, now he personally controls the flying broom, the operability and flexibility are several times more than the pilot, those actions he may not be able to do.

He rode his broom back over the lawn.

There was plenty of space for him to practice aerobatics — including a show-off idea, of course — and he started trying.