Ivan followed Harry, Ron and Hermione to the flying class venue. The breeze blew gently, bringing a hint of grass fragrance. The venue was open and spacious, and the surrounding trees swayed gently in the wind. The sun shone through the leaves on the ground, forming mottled light and shadows. Many students had gathered on the field, each holding a flying broom, with an excited and nervous look on their faces.
Madam Hooch stood in the center of the field. She was tall and wore a dark green robe. She looked serious and confident. She waved her wand and signaled the students to be quiet. Her voice was loud and powerful, and it was clearly heard by everyone: "Okay, everyone, today's flying class officially begins. First, I need each of you to stand next to the broom, stretch out your hand, and call it "up." "
The students did so one after another, standing next to their own brooms, staring at the brooms in front of them intently, with expectations and nervousness on their faces. Ivan also stood next to his broom, looking at the ordinary broom on the ground with great curiosity.
"Let me demonstrate first." Madam Hooch stretched out her hand and held it above the broom, her eyes focused and her voice loud: "Get up!" As soon as the words fell, an invisible energy instantly wrapped around the broom, as if an invisible force was holding it up. The broom flew steadily into her hands, the movement was smooth and natural. She stepped on the broom, the broom trembled slightly, and then took her into the air, drawing a beautiful arc in the air, and hovered steadily above everyone's head.
Ivan stared at Madam Hooch's movements intently, thinking to himself: "Essentially, it is the fit between energy and alchemical items, plus the control of energy, and the use of the rules of the magic world can achieve the effect of flying." His eyes swept over the broom, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a confident smile.
He took a deep breath, slowly stretched out his hand, palm down, a spiritual power gathered at his fingertips, as if a layer of faint halo enveloped his palm. Ivan's eyes became focused and firm, and he whispered, "Get up."
The spiritual power fluctuated instantly, and the air around the broom seemed to become distorted. The broom trembled slightly on the ground, and then slowly rose, as if held up by an invisible hand, and flew steadily into Ivan's hand. His fingers tightly grasped the broom handle, feeling the subtle resonance between the wood texture of the broom and the spiritual power.
The classmates around him exclaimed, and their eyes were all cast on Ivan. Ron's eyes widened, his mouth slightly opened, looking a little incredible: "Ivan, you succeeded in one try? This is amazing!"
Harry showed a friendly smile, patted Ivan on the shoulder, and said with a bit of ridicule: "It seems that you are born to be a master of flying brooms."
Mrs. Hooch slowly descended from the air, her eyes fell on Ivan, with some praise in her eyes: "Yes, Mr. Aferi, your control is very good. Now, try to step on the broom and feel the feeling of flying."
Ivan nodded, stepped on the broom neatly, clamped the broom handle with his legs, and leaned forward slightly.
Dandan felt a little sad. What if someone has hemorrhoids? Will it be squeezed?
"Are you ready?" Mrs. Hooch asked, with some encouragement in her voice.
Ivan nodded slightly, revealing a hint of expectation in his eyes: "Ready."
"Then, let's start." Mrs. Hooch waved her hand, indicating that he could take off.
Ivan's fingers exerted a little force, and the broom responded immediately, shaking slightly, and then slowly lifted him into the air. His body swayed slightly with the rise and fall of the broom, but he soon found his balance. Under his control, the broom rose steadily and gradually moved away from the ground.
The wind whistled past his ears, and Ivan's eyes swept across the field below, with a smile on his lips. His fingers moved slightly, and the broom immediately accelerated, drawing a smooth arc in the air, and then slowly slowed down, floating steadily in the air.
"Grandmaster, look, I can fly now."
The grandmaster was not in a good mood, he felt that he was being compared.
Harry looked up at Ivan, his eyes flashing with excitement, and shouted to Ivan: "Ivan, try to do some difficult moves! See if you can flip!"
Ivan heard Harry's words in the air, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and a glimmer of confidence flashed in his eyes. He gently adjusted the angle of the broom and leaned forward slightly. The broom immediately accelerated, carrying him in an arc in the air, and then suddenly turned over, the whole person was hanging upside down in the air, and then it returned to its original position steadily.
There was a burst of exclamations on the field, and even Madam Hooch's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise.
"Well done, Mr. Afery. Slytherin plus 5 points." Madam Hooch nodded slightly, with a bit of praise in her tone, "Your talent is indeed extraordinary. You should try it too."
Ivan's flight attracted the attention of everyone present. Harry looked at his relaxed posture in the air, and a hint of envy flashed in his eyes. He clenched his broom, took a deep breath, and imitated Ivan, stretched out his hand and whispered: "Get up." The broom trembled slightly, and then flew steadily into his hands. Harry stepped on the broom, gently kicked the ground, and his body slowly rose into the air with the broom. He felt the wind passing by his ears, and his mood couldn't help but get excited.
Malfoy stood aside, his hands folded, watching all this coldly. He looked at Harry and Ivan, with a bit of disdain and jealousy in his eyes. Especially Ivan, his performance was too outstanding. Not only did he fly up successfully in one go, but he could also do a difficult move like flipping. This made Malfoy feel very uncomfortable.
His eyes suddenly fell on Neville. Neville was standing next to the broom with sweat all over his head, his hands trembling, and he kept muttering: "Get up, get up..." However, the broom did not move at all, as if he did not intend to obey his orders at all. Neville's face flushed red, and his eyes were full of helplessness and embarrassment.
Malfoy raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth, walked over, and his tone was full of sarcasm: "Longbottom, you can't even lift a broom, you might as well go home and farm! Hogwarts doesn't need a waste like you."
Neville's face turned pale in an instant, his lips trembled, but he couldn't say a word. Seeing this, Malfoy smiled even more proudly and reached out to grab the memory ball from Neville's hand. The memory ball shimmered in the sunlight. Malfoy held it up and deliberately waved it in front of Neville, saying jokingly, "What is this? Is it a toy your grandma gave you?"
Neville wanted to grab it, but Malfoy had already stepped back and easily avoided him. Malfoy smiled and held the memory ball high in the air, then turned around and rode on the broom to fly towards the tower.