Chapter 88

oh, that black-haired Gryffindor is also—no, wait, who is that? How did he fly so high in an instant?!"

Jia Siting widened his eyes, watching a chubby wizard shoot straight into the sky, and he muttered to himself,

"Is this some kind of special training?"

Clearly not.

Because Mr. Longbottom circled in the high air for a while, then accompanied by terrified screams, the broomstick flew rapidly past a statue,

but Mr. Longbottom didn't,

because his clothes got caught on the statue's weapon, and he himself was left hanging high in the air.

Just as everyone held their breath watching this thrilling scene, and Madam Hooch was chanting a spell,

Mr. Longbottom let out another scream—his clothes were torn by his weight!

Then came the dull thuds of "ah," "ow," "ooh."

Mr. Longbottom crashed into a torch, a wall, and finally fell heavily to the ground.

"Is he still alive?"

Jia Siting's voice was filled with worry.

"He'll be fine."

Sean comforted him in a low voice; if he remembered correctly, falling from such a height, Neville only broke his wrist.

This brings up the wizards' physique, which is far superior to ordinary people. Sean even suspected that there might not be any protective magic on the broomsticks.

Wizards rely entirely on their own physique to resist wind resistance and complete various high-difficulty operations at extreme speeds.

You know, the speed of the Nimbus 1000 in 1967 was 100 miles per hour,

and the Firebolt in the 1990s used an ash handle, with a top speed of 150 miles per hour,

and the Bludgers chasing the athletes are only faster.

Colliding with such terrifying kinetic energy, the most serious accident at Hogwarts was just one or two people having their jaws shattered, nothing more.

Wizards are simply supermen.

"Alright."

Jia Siting turned to look at Hermione with worry, praying that she wouldn't go up into the sky.

At the same time, he could spare a moment to stuff two chocolate chip cookies into Sean's hand.

Although flying is a human dream, after experiencing this incident,

Sean re-evaluated the flying lesson and suddenly found that the danger of this class was no less than Potions.

It's hard to imagine that after only roughly hearing Madam Hooch's explanation, the wizards had to fly themselves.

There wasn't even a demonstration or test flight.

How is this any different from getting on the road after watching a few driving tips?

Wizards really are thick-skinned...

But Sean couldn't; if he fell from a high place,

it might not be just bruises, but being scattered in pieces.

The flying lesson ended quickly. After carefully observing Madam Hooch's flying techniques,

Sean and Jia Siting successfully reunited with the shaken Hermione.

"Feeling okay? Hermione?"

Jia Siting handed over a cup of honey lemon tea, still steaming hot.

Sean looked at him with slight surprise.

Where did he get it from?

"Not very well..."

Hermione took a sip of the lemon tea and relaxed slightly.

"I must say, if you get on a broomstick tomorrow, the most important thing is not to fall off. As for flying... did you see Neville?"

"You're right."

Jia Siting nodded in agreement.

Walking into the castle, Sean was still carefully pondering Madam Hooch's flying techniques.

Learning to ride a broomstick is an equally important thing, especially after Sean completed the unlocking of the Potions title.

Now he had collected five scholarship fragments, leaving only Herbology and Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Herbology is not difficult; just follow the steps.

Then only the sole Defense Against the Dark Arts remains.

If Professor Quirrell isn't reliable, there will always be a reliable professor, right?

Sean thought,

Hogwarts has more than one professor who excels in Dark Arts and their counter-curses.

Arriving at the Great Hall,

Hermione and Jia Siting were discussing the thrilling flight just now,

while Sean heard some special sounds.

"Eating your last meal, Potter? When are you taking the train back to the Muggles?"

This sentence made Jia Siting and Hermione frown almost simultaneously, and both looked toward the Gryffindor long table.

"Now that you're back on the ground and have your little friend by your side, you've got a lot more nerve."

They heard Harry say coldly.

"I'm ready to duel you alone anytime,"

Malfoy said,

"If you don't mind, tonight, a wizard's duel, only wands—no contact.

What's wrong? I guess you haven't heard of a wizard's duel, have you?"

"Of course he has."

Ron, who was on the side, said, suddenly turning around,

"I'm his second. Who's yours?"

"Oh no—"

Hermione quickly puffed up her cheeks and said irritably,

"How many points do they want to deduct from Gryffindor?"