DNF Meets Harry Potter

"Very beautiful broom, boy, can you tell me its name?"

Mrs. Hooch's stern face suddenly became amiable.

"God's Spirit Leap." Carl also smiled back.

"Can you tell me where you bought it? Forgive me for being an experienced broom fan, by the way, do you like Quidditch?" She asked expectantly, crouching down to be the same height as Carl.

"Sorry, Professor. I got this broom by accident, not mass-produced. It is said to have been made by a very powerful magician." Carl knew what she was thinking. As a Quidditch enthusiast, she simply put it A good broom looks more than anything.

"Oh~, that's a pity." After hearing Carl's answer, Mrs. Hooch was obviously a little disappointed.

However, she recovered quickly and said to Carl: "Mr. Harris, with the permission of Headmaster Dumbledore, you can use your broom in the flying class. But I don't know the specific condition of this broom. So to be safe you have to do it within my line of sight."

"Okay, Mrs. Hooch..." This request was not too much for Carl.

The little wizards from the four surrounding academies looked at the junk in their hands that had been used by their seniors for a long time, and then looked at Carl's exquisite Divine Spirit Leaping broom, their envy was beyond words...

"Okay, don't stare at Mr. Harris' broom, I know it's beautiful. But this is a flying lesson, it's for practicing flying skills, not Mr. Harris' broom show!" Hoochie Madam looked at the tattered broom next to the students and shook her head helplessly. At the same time, she also scolded the school board for being stingy like Carl before.

The little wizards reluctantly looked back and turned to their brooms. No way, the Spiritual Leap of God can throw the school broom away a few streets in both appearance and performance.

After seeing all the little wizards withdrew their gazes, Mrs. Hooch began to teach the specific use of the broom.

"Okay, now put your hands on the broom and say 'Get up! ". Remember a small detail, it must be strict, otherwise the broom will not listen to you obediently."

"Get up!" A sparse voice came from the crowd.

However, less than a quarter of the brooms obeyed, and Ron's broom bounced straight off, giving him a critical hit.

"Remember what I said, be stricter! Be emotional!"

Mrs. Hooch loudly prompted the little wizards to correct their tone.

It took a lot of time to pick up the broom, but thankfully every little wizard finally did it.

"Everyone, please sit on the broom and keep your favorite posture. Remember to hold the broom tightly, or I may have to take you to Madam Pomfrey when you fall from a height."

"When I blew the whistle, each of you kicked hard and let your brooms fly in the air and stay for a while."

"Prepare! Three, two, one, huh!"

As soon as Mrs. Hooch's whistle fell, Neville couldn't control himself to fly.

"Mr Longbottom, stop!"

"Neville is out of control..."

Amid the exclamations of the little wizards, Neville rushed towards the sky at a high speed.

"Get down!" Mrs. Hooch shouted with her hands on her waist, looking a little angry.

What's the use of a broom that is about to be scrapped? It's a good accident. Carl looked at Neville flying around in the sky and shook his head.

However, before Mrs. Hooch could draw out her wand to cast the spell, Neville fell out of the air with an unsteady hand, flipping in mid-air, looking a bit ridiculous.

"Wingardim Leviosa!"

Cal drew his wand just in time, and a levitation spell was released before Neville's mouth kissed the ground lovingly.

"Excellent floating spell, thank you Carl, otherwise Neville might break his hand if he fell from such a high place." Mrs. Hooch finally breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Neville who was locked in mid-air.

Neville came to a stop a meter above the ground, and Karl took control of his wand and slowly lowered him to the grass.

Neville's face turned pale from the moment he fell, and now he's down on his feet, and he's slumped to the ground as if his whole body is bad.

"Poor child, come on, stand up." Mrs. Hooch stepped forward to check Neville's condition and said, "Although Mr. Longbottom doesn't seem to be hurt, it's safe to go to Mrs. Pomfrey's place to have a look. ."

"When I took him to the school doctor's office, you all stayed on the ground and were not allowed to use the broom." She lifted Neville from the ground, and then warned the students: "Don't let me see the flying sky in the sky. Broom, or you'll be fired if you don't even touch the edge of Quidditch!"

The accident that happened just now made Mrs. Huoqi terrified. She was afraid that the little wizards would make a new trick for her during her absence, so she put two harsh words. At the same time, she made up her mind to To replace a good batch of brooms for the school, not every accident can be as lucky as today.

Expelling students is not so easy to do. In fact, only a handful of students have been expelled from Hogwarts over the millennia. Usually it is caused by breaking some very serious school rules.

Mrs. Hooch pointed a broomstick with her wand and turned it into a stretcher, and helped Neville to lie down. She didn't want to help her for such a long distance. Another wonderful Levitation Charm made Neville automatically follow her and gradually move away.

After Mrs. Hooch walked away, the scene of the accident immediately turned upside down.

The little wizards began to chatter about the accident that had just happened.

Repeaters have always been part of human nature, and this truth applies to Muggles and wizards alike.

Some said that Neville was lucky this time, and there were no major problems, while others complained that the school brooms were too rubbish; this kind of accident could happen; more were talking about Carl's Spirit Leaping broom and what he had just done. A wonderful floating spell in one hand.

The Slytherin students didn't push too hard, just silently watching the direction Mrs. Hooch was going. Apparently, they, who were naturally incompatible with Gryffindors, wanted to wait until Mrs. Hooch was gone before they made a big move.

Being able to see Gryffindor in an accident with his own eyes, and having the opportunity to laugh at it as soon as possible. Slytherins, who are old rivals, must take advantage of this opportunity. It would be a pity if Mrs. Hooch heard the news and killed her with a carbine.