Harry Potter and Master of Magic

Time flies, and Thursday morning is Transfiguration.

This class was still attended by Slytherin and Gryffindor together. Zhang Hao used the convenience of secretly making up the class and successfully turned a match into a steel needle.

Then he turned a book into a small bench, such a wonderful performance, naturally convinced everyone.

"Oh! Mr. Zhang Hao, I think you must have gone through a lot of practice!" Professor McGonagall clearly remembered that Zhang Hao's performance was as bad as Gore's in the last Transfiguration class.

But only a few days later, matches turned into steel needles, books turned into small benches...

If it wasn't for hard work, how could this achievement be possible?

Professor McGonagall has always been known for her strictness and impartiality, and she gave Slytherin a point without hesitation.

If it wasn't for her then giving Hermione another point, then her image would be even more perfect in Zhang Hao's mind!

After class, Hermione abandoned Harry and Ron and went straight to Zhang Hao. She said decadently: "Hao! You are amazing! I always thought I could surpass you in Transfiguration, but I didn't expect to be surpassed by you again in a blink of an eye. Can you tell me what else you are not good at?"

"Why do you have to compete with me?" Zhang Hao said, "your biggest opponent is never me, but yourself! As long as you defeat yourself, you will be successful. We are good friends, who is better than the other?" So important, isn't it?"

aweason! Zhang Hao himself was almost moved!

"Really?" Hermione doubted. "Then can you teach me Transfiguration? Like you said, it doesn't matter who is better than who, but I don't want to be too far from you."

What a strong girl!

Zhang Hao said happily: "Good duck! If you want to learn, I will teach you!"

Hermione had a lovely smile upon hearing this, not lacking in the innocence of a girl at all.

Zhang Hao likes this innocent smile, which can rejuvenate his aging heart.

...

At three-thirty in the afternoon, Slytherin and Gryffindor's first flying lesson was about to begin.

It was a clear, breezy day, and as the students trotted down the sloping grass toward a flat lawn across the field, the grass rolled under their feet like waves at sea.

On the other side of the lawn is the forbidden forest. If you lose control during the flight, you may fall into this forbidden area full of danger and excitement.

At that time, not only will he be in danger, but he will also be deducted from certain points.

All in all, flying lessons are no less risky than other courses.

More than 20 people from the two academies stood on the lawn, the Slytherin side was neat, while the Gryffindor side was more scattered.

As far as discipline is concerned, Slytherin can throw Gryffindor a few blocks away.

There were more than twenty old brooms on the lawn, all of which were eliminated by the Quidditch team.

Zhang Hao heard Zhang Qiu say that the brooms used in flying lessons are more or less faulty.

Some broomsticks shudder when they fly high in the air, while others are so weird that you can't tell, trying to get it to the right and trying to get it to the left.

The thought of flying with these brooms made Zhang Hao a little frightened, and so were the others.

Everyone is pretending to be calm, as if they are the bravest baby in the crowd.

Ms. Huo Qi hasn't come yet, and the students are all buying time to let themselves go.

Zhang Hao vaguely heard some people bragging, and there was more than one person.

Malfoy said he nearly hit a helicopter once, and Ron said he almost hit a hang glider.

Even Seamus Finnigan, who has been brewing magical accidents, is no exception. Listening to his tone, it seems that he has spent most of his childhood flying around in the wilderness.

Everyone from the wizarding family chattered about Quidditch,

As if it was a shame not to be on a Quidditch team.

"I used to fly up Mount Everest on a broomstick! It's the tallest mountain in our hometown, and it's a hundred times taller than the tallest tower at Hogwarts."

In this case, Zhang Hao thought that he couldn't be too maverick, so he also participated in the bragging, and pressed the crowd as soon as he opened his mouth.

Almost everyone was stunned. They were all thinking about how high Hogwarts' tallest tower was a hundred times higher...

Finally, Ms. Hooch appeared in front of everyone before someone blew into space.

The woman had short gray hair and two yellow eyes, sharp like those of an eagle.

Everyone she stared at could feel a pressure.

"Okay, what are you all waiting for?" she snapped as soon as she arrived. "Everyone is standing next to a broomstick. Quick! Quick! Hurry up!"

The little wizards acted quickly, and soon divided into two columns and stood beside the brooms.

The broom under Zhang Hao's feet looked like it was about to fall apart. He doubted whether the broom could actually fly.

Ms. Hooch didn't give him much time to think. She stood at the front and shouted, "Put your right hand over the broom and say, 'Get up!'"

"stand up!"

"stand up!"

"Get up for me!"

There were unison calls on the lawn, and occasionally there were so many wonderful flowers that would be funny.

Some people are gifted in the subject, like Harry, who almost jumped the broom in his hand as soon as he gave the command.

Zhang Hao's talent is not bad, and the broom jumped into his hand when he shouted for the third time.

Hermione's broom would just roll on the ground and wouldn't get up at all.

Worse still, Neville, the unfortunate boy's broom didn't move, like it was glued to the ground.

After a period of hard training, Neville finally woke up the broom.

Ms. Hooch demonstrated how to ride a broom, walking around the line, correcting wrong moves for the students.

Perhaps Malfoy picked up a bad habit while practicing at home, and was criticized several times by Ms. Hooch.

Zhang Hao felt that it was like taking a driver's license test. It would be more troublesome for the master driving a four-wheel tractor, because the habit he had formed in the past always jumped out unintentionally like an instinct.

He is glad that he is not an old driver, otherwise he will inevitably be picked up like Malfoy.

"Okay, as soon as I whistle, you kick your legs off the ground. Push hard!" Ms. Hooch said sternly again: "Hold the broom steady, rise a few feet, then lean forward slightly and fall back vertically. Ground. Listen to my whistle—three—two…”

Neville, however, was just too nervous.

He was afraid of being left on the ground, so he kicked hard without waiting for Ms. Hooch to blow the whistle, and flew into the sky early!

Zhang Hao was in a bad mood and had already pulled out his wand under his robe.

"Come back, boy!" shouted Ms. Hooch.

The Neville went straight up, like a cork spewing out of a bottle.