Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

Humans have an innate desire to fly.

From the invention of kites, rockets, airplanes, and paragliders by people in the Muggle world, to the unique broomsticks, flying carpets, flying swords, and flying clouds in the wizarding world, human beings have exhausted their minds in order to fly.

But for the upcoming flying lessons, apart from Harry and Ron, there are still some people who are not interested in it at all.

The leader among them is Neville. He has never ridden a broomstick in his life, and this is only because his grandma thinks that it will be safer for him to step on the ground honestly.

In addition, little Muggle-born wizards like Hermione were as nervous as Neville. After all, the ability to fly is not something you can learn just by reading a book.

While having breakfast on Thursday morning, she kept telling Clark some flying instructions she had read from a library book called "The Magical Quidditch", and Neville sat Standing aside, listening to every word she said, eagerly hoping to hear some useful knowledge so that he can sit firmly on the broomstick later.

Clark could only poke the fried egg impatiently with his fork to hide his nervousness.

Yes, in fact, he hasn't ridden a broomstick very much. As a time traveler, he couldn't even ride a bicycle well in his previous life. How can you expect him to ride steadily on a wooden stick? And it flies so high!

Just when he secretly decided to learn the flying spell quickly, a group of postmen disturbed his train of thought.

"Maybe I can learn from an Animagus, and it would be nice to be a bird."

Clark looked at the owls flying randomly over the auditorium, and his thoughts spread instantly.

As an orphan whose parents both died, naturally no one sent him anything. Needless to say, Malfoy had already noticed this, so he was always at the Slytherin table, triumphantly breaking apart the sweets brought from home.

At this moment, an owl landed in front of Neville, still clutching in its talons the small package his grandma had sent him.

Neville excitedly opened it and showed everyone a glass ball the size of a marble, which seemed to be filled with white smoke.

"It's a memory ball!" he explained. "Grandma knows I don't always remember—it tells you if there's something you forgot to do. See, you hold it tight, like this, and if it Turned red—oh..."

He straightened his face suddenly, because the memory ball suddenly turned bright red, "...you just forgot something..."

Neville was desperately trying to remember what he had forgotten, when Draco Malfoy passed the Gryffindor table and snatched the Remembrall out of his hand.

Harry and Ron jumped up. For some reason, they somewhat hoped to have a fight with Malfoy, but this time Neville's reaction was quite different.

"Give me back the things!"

Neville roared, with a tremolo in his voice, but he stood up bravely and faced Malfoy.

Malfoy was also taken aback by his reaction. The guy who was originally weak and could be squeezed by others suddenly became tough on him, which made him feel particularly humiliated.

"If I don't give it to you, what can you do? Hit me?"

He said words that needed to be beaten, but his eyes glanced at Clark who was sitting motionless. Seeing that the other party didn't respond, he became more courageous.

But he obviously didn't know how scary it would be for an honest man to be cornered. Neville stared, and was about to bump his head into it, when Professor McGonagall keenly sensed that something was wrong and appeared first.

"what happened?"

"Malfoy stole my Remembrall, Professor."

"Give it back to him!"

Malfoy grimaced,

Quickly toss the memory ball back on the table.

"Wait and see," he said, and hurried off, followed by Crabbe and Goyle.

At this moment, Clark stood up, patted Neville on the shoulder, and said softly "Good job", which made him feel happy in an instant, who was originally nervous.

"By the way, you may have forgotten to wear a robe." Clark waved his hand and left after speaking.

At three-thirty in the afternoon, Clark, Hermione, and the rest of the Gryffindors hurried down the steps and out onto the front yard for their first flying lesson.

It was a clear, breezy day, perfect for outdoor activities and, of course, an even better day for lying down and resting.

When they walked quickly down the sloping grassland to a flat lawn on the opposite side of the site, the grass waved slightly under their feet. There was a Forbidden Forest on the other side of the lawn, and the dark trees in the distance swayed in the wind.

A few Slytherins were already there, and twenty broomsticks were neatly stacked on the ground. At home Clark had heard Fred and George complain about the school broomsticks, how some of them vibrated when you flew too high, and others always leaned slightly to the left.

Here came their teacher, Mrs. Hooch, a shrewd lady with short gray hair and yellow eyes, sharp and bright, like the eyes of an eagle.

When she saw all the little wizards present, she nodded in satisfaction.

"Well, what are you all waiting for?" she snapped. "Everyone stand by a broomstick. Quick, quick, hurry up."

Clark looked down at his broomstick. Fortunately, he wisely picked a good-looking one, at least the branches were trimmed neatly.

"Put your right hand out over the broom handle," Ms. Hooch shouted up front, "and say, 'Get up!'"

"Get up!" everyone yelled.

Harry's broom jumped into his hand immediately, but there were only a few brooms that were so obedient, and fortunately Clark's was one of them.

For example, Hermione's broom just rolled on the ground, while Neville's broom didn't move at all.

Ms Hooch then showed them how to get on the broom without sliding off their heads. She walked up and down the line, correcting their handshakes.

When Clark rides on the broom, there is naturally a soft force supporting his buttocks, which is the cushion charm that every broomstick must wear.

Therefore, Clark felt that riding a broom was not much different from riding a bicycle, and it would not be as annoying as Muggles imagined.

It’s just that for him who has a bad sense of balance, when riding this thing to fly into the sky, he will always wobble, just like twisting and twisting on a bicycle, and sometimes he can’t even tell the difference between up and down, flying and flying Just head down, feet up, upside down.