Harry Potter: Super Magic God

Chapter 11 Word Spirit, Demacia!

"At breakfast, Neville received a memory ball from her grandma, and Malfoy was going to grab it. I really wanted to beat him." Harry looked at his strong body, and secretly told Malfoy Fu compared it and said with great confidence.

"There's no more annoying guy than Malfoy. He's going to make trouble with everything. If Professor McGonagall hadn't come out fast, Harry and I would have beaten Malfoy in the morning." Ron said. As he waved the fork in his hand, the pie on the fork was about to be shaken off by him.

"He's always showing off the big and small packets of candy he received. If he eats so much candy, his mouth will soon be full of rotten teeth." Hermione said viciously. Hermione's parents were dentists and had always strictly controlled her eating sugar. Malfoy's ostentation was annoying to her.

Thinking of Malfoy's rotten teeth, matched with Malfoy's arrogant expression, everyone shuddered, and after a moment of silence, they burst into laughter.

After criticizing a common enemy together, Harry began to worry about the next flying lesson.

"Unfortunately, in addition to the pharmacy class, now even the flying class has to be taken with the Slytherin students. Am I going to make a fool of myself in front of Malfoy on a broomstick?" Harry said a little annoyed, now The academic performance has already overwhelmed Malfoy, and he is confident that he can beat Malfoy in a one-on-one fight. Harry doesn't want to lose to Malfoy in anything.

Listening to Harry's sudden mention of flying lessons, Hermione's mood was also a little low. She was never afraid of studying and lessons, but when it came to sports, she also lost confidence. Started whispering some flying instructions she'd seen in a library book called Quidditch Origins, hoping it wouldn't make a fool of herself in afternoon flying lessons.

Ron also came from a wizarding family. Although he could only play on his older brothers' old brooms since he was a child, he was not at all worried about coping with the first-year flying lessons.

"It's not difficult to fly." Looking at Harry and Hermione's nervousness, George spoke slowly, using these words to attract the attention of Harry and Hermione.

"Brooms, like wands, are extensions of your body. They can sense the emotions you convey and the fears in your heart." George's calmness and aura infected Harry and Hermione, and they both began to look relaxed.

"Like a wand." Hermione's eyes began to light up when she thought of this, and controlling a wand had always been her forte.

"I'll teach you a word of speech, it can make it easier for you to control the flying broom." Speaking of this, George's expression began to look solemn, Harry and Hermione involuntarily leaned forward to receive closer This speech.

"When you feel frightened and uneasy while flying, and you can't control yourself, just yell at it as loudly as possible." George paused for a while, and with his words, Harry and Hermione's hearts also lifted , the heartbeat began to speed up slowly.

When "Demacia" said it, George deliberately lowered his voice, but as the voice spread out, the word fell in Harry and Hermione's ears, like a huge magic power, and exploded instantly.

The heartbeats of Harry and Hermione accelerated rapidly, and their faces flushed red because of this, and they only felt a huge power burst out of their bodies for a moment.

After a while, the two calmed down, and George handed Harry and Hermione juice. "do you understand?"

Although he didn't actually know what was going on, Harry and Hermione looked at each other, only to see the infinite fighting spirit in each other's eyes, and they didn't have the slightest worry about flying lessons.

Ron touched his head, not knowing why.

At three-thirty in the afternoon, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and the rest of Gryffindor's classmates made their way through the corridors and steps. When I came to a grass in front of the door, the breeze was blowing gently, and the grass was slightly rippling. The grass connects the lawn all the way to the forest.

Slytherin's academy has arrived at the venue ahead of schedule,

Broomsticks for training are neatly arranged.

Fred had complained to Harry about the quality of the school's broomsticks, some wobbly when they flew too high, and some that kept veering off course. But at this time, thinking about the words spirit with huge magical power in his heart, Harry no longer worried at all.

Mrs. Hooch in the flying class has short gray hair and two yellow eyes that flash with fierce light. When they look at each other, they will make people rush to be like a hunted animal.

"Okay, don't dawdle," she snapped. "Just stand in line for me, and stand next to a magic broom."

Under Harry's feet was a shabby and old broomstick with branches that had been separated. Seeing this, he, who was originally confident, began to feel a little uneasy.

"Stretch out your right hand, put it on top of the broom handle, and read after me, get up!" Madam Hooch gave the order resolutely.

"Get up!" the students all shouted.

Harry's broom immediately jumped obediently into his hands, Harry peeked at the others, and Ron and Hermione did so with ease. Other than that, only a few people did, and most of the students from Muggle families just rolled with their brooms, and Neville's brooms didn't respond.

"A broom is like a wand, just an extension of your body that can feel your fear." Harry remembered George's words. Neville's voice was trembling, and he didn't really want to control the broom at all, so naturally he couldn't evoke the broom.

Then, Mrs. Hooch showed everyone how to ride on the broom without slipping off, and how to hold the broom correctly. Then she corrects the wrong grips one by one in the team.

Harry and Hermione were secretly happy when they heard her criticize Malfoy for not doing a good job, thinking about the word spirit with huge magical power, and they were full of confidence for a while. The movements became more and more standard, and Mrs. Huo Qi praised her.

"Okay, as soon as I whistle, you will follow the order and push your legs hard, so that the broom will fly with you." Mrs. Hooch said, "The broom should be held tightly, first levitated, and then lean forward. , keep it easy, imagine that you and the broom are one, and then go down to the ground, and listen to my whistle, three, two."

Neville was too nervous. He was afraid of being left on the ground by making another mistake. When Mrs. Hooch read "two", he subconsciously kicked his legs and flew into the sky.

"Come back, Neville!" Madam Hooch hurriedly shouted, but Neville was already flying up uncontrollably, like a sharp arrow. Harry saw Neville's panicked look, holding his broom away from the ground. Seeing Neville gasping loudly, watching Neville slide off the broom handle.

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