The Dharma God Of All Realms Begins With Harry Potter

Finally, Ye Ting’s first Flight class began.

Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff took this Flight class together. The total number of freshmen in the two houses was about thirty or forty classmates.

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

Before they arrived, about forty brooms had been neatly arranged in the field.

Ye Ting once heard Zhang Qiu complain that the brooms at Hogwarts were so old that they had more or less problems: some brooms would tremble when they flew too high, and some had deviations in the direction of flight. Bad habit of leaning left or right.

Soon, their teacher Mrs. Huo Qi came.

She has short gray hair and her eyes are yellow, like the eyes of an eagle.

"Okay, what are you waiting for?" she snapped. "Everyone stand next to a broomstick. Quick, quick, hurry up."

Ye Ting was in the middle of the team and picked up a crooked old broom in disgust, with wooden branches poking out in disorder.

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

"Put your right hand on top of the broom handle," Mrs. Hooch shouted from the front, "and then say, 'Get up!'"

"Get up!" everyone shouted.

Ye Ting didn't shout, he just recited it silently in his mind, but the broom still obediently came into his hand.

It was not difficult for him to silently issue such a simple command that was not even a spell.

But for little necromancers, only a handful can do that.

Hermione Granger's broom just rolled on the ground, while others' brooms didn't move at all.

None of his three roommates made it, with Terry Boot and Anthony Goldstein getting tangled up in their brooms, and Michael Kohner's broomstick smacking its owner in the face with its handle.

After noisy for a while, everyone moved on to the next step.

Mrs. Hooch showed them how to ride on a broom without falling off their heads. She walked around the group correcting their hand grips.

"Okay, as soon as I whistle, you kick your legs off the ground and push hard." Mrs. Huo Qi said, and he also regarded Neville as a counterexample: his movements were not standard enough, and his kicking was too impatient. As a result, After flying, he couldn't control it, flew into the forbidden forest, and broke his wrist.

"Hold the broom steady, rise a few feet, then lean forward slightly and drop straight back to the ground. Listen to my whistle - three - two - one -"

Chaos ensued again. Many people fell to the ground before flying half a meter. Hermione barely managed to steady her broom and it took a minute to levitate in the air.

Perhaps because Padma Patil is of Indian descent, her broom took her flying in the air and performed acrobatics. Many little necromancers looked up at her with envy.

But Ye Ting clearly saw that her face was pale and she was clutching the broom with both hands - this acrobatic was probably not what she wanted.

Justin Finch-Fletchley's broom kept spinning him around until Justin fell dizzy and fell to the ground.

Ye Ting was the best flyer among them. He flew into the air easily.

What does that feel like? The air blew through his hair, and his robes fluttered behind him. Everyone became smaller and smaller in his eyes, and Hogwarts gradually became visible.

He could hear the sounds coming from the ground - the screams of girls, the envious shouts of Terry Boot and others, but as he constantly rose and accelerated, even the sounds seemed to be forgotten in the end. back.

In fact, as he continued to exercise day after day, his body was steadily evolving and getting stronger.

Today, his physical fitness, balance and reaction ability have long exceeded the limits of human beings, which allows him to control a flying broomstick better than anyone else, and is enough to perform many difficult actions.

He just rode his broom and shuttled through the sky of Hogwarts. He swooped through the bridge hole, circled the tower several times, and even did a few rolls while swooping.

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

In the past, he had always been calm and calm. Even in his previous life, he had never done anything too outrageous. But now, this kind of flight made him discover another side of himself - the desire for excitement and challenging the limits. The feeling of conquering life and death in the intertwining of life and death made him unable to stop.

"Perhaps I am not a law-abiding person by nature."

Thinking this way, he flew more and more boldly.

He thought of the flight stunts he had seen at air shows.

Those flight pilots were able to complete so many dazzling and exaggerated technical moves in the cab, indirectly flying the aircraft through the handles and instrument panels. Now he controls the broomstick with his own hands, and his operability and flexibility are several times better than those of flight pilots. Those movements are what he It may not be possible.

He rode his broom back over the lawn.

There was plenty of room for him to practice his stunts - there was definitely a sense of showing off - and he started trying.