Hogwarts: Harry Potter and the Glock 18

At three-thirty in the afternoon, Harry and the rest of the Hufflepuffs hurried down the stairs and down the steps to the grounds in front of the Hogwarts Castle gates for their first flying lesson.

The little wizards were already twittering, and the news that Harry had brought a halo 2000 to the school got out somehow, and Harry, who became the center of the topic, became the object of onlookers.

"We swear we didn't slip up."

Rove, Neville, and Justin spoke with certainty. They were not big mouths that leaked air.

"I believe you, but it doesn't matter. Anyway, people will know sooner or later, and even if everyone doesn't know, I will show it in the flight class today, won't I?"

Harry, who said he didn't care, waved his hand. He trusted a friend in the dormitory, and it wasn't a big deal. Although it was a little embarrassing to be surrounded by a group of curious people, it couldn't stop Harry from being thick-skinned. , who likes to play extreme sports, and is often surrounded by hundreds of people to watch boxing matches, he is already immune to this.

If he felt nervous and uncomfortable even with this kind of thing, he would have fallen down when he was climbing, and many things he used to do did not allow any distraction.

When he came to the lawn where the class was held, Harry generously took out the Nimbus 2000. It was impossible to ride it, although many little wizards had boasted that they almost hit a helicopter and almost hit a Muggle while riding a rocket at home. Airships, even twelve years of their eleven years of life are spent on them, but it’s good to listen to this kind of words, which boy doesn’t brag.

But it’s not bad to appreciate it at such a close distance and even reach out to touch it. The price of Nimbus 2000 is a bit high for ordinary wizards, so most people can only enjoy their eyes outside the window, just like the Muggle world. The income of the wizarding world also presents two extremes. The wizarding families (not just pure-blood families) that account for less than 10% of the population account for at least 50% of the wealth in the entire wizarding world, while the other Thirty percent of them are occupied by large unofficial institutions with deep foundations like Hogwarts, and the remaining 90 percent of the population is divided into only 20 percent. The gap between rich and poor in the wizarding world is also extremely huge .

Two hundred and thirty Galleons, which is equivalent to the income of an ordinary wizard for four to five months without eating or drinking. The Nimbus 2000 is an absolute luxury among Quidditch props.

Not long after, a witch with short silver-white hair, sharp yellow eyes like a falcon, and a short robe with tufted sleeves strode toward them.

"Class begins."

Mrs. Hooch spoke loudly. Her voice was a bit loud, and her voice could be transmitted far and clearly. This is a skill she developed when she served as a Quidditch referee. In a wide arena, the referee's voice needs to be accurately transmitted. out.

"Okay, you guys don't hang around here, I know Nimbus 2000 is exciting for you, but not right now."

She clapped her hands and let the little wizards stand in front of her, "Now, everyone stands next to a rocket. There are all the silver arrows that can’t be reached here.”

She pointed to the grass next to her, and there were dozens of old rockets of different styles lying quietly on the ground. Compared with the bright and beautiful Nimbus 2000 floating in mid-air, these guys lying on the ground were all dilapidated and dilapidated. Some even have a piece of the tail missing, or the paint is peeled off loosely, highlighting a miserable situation.

"Don't look at them as old, but old has its advantages." Mrs. Hooch waved her hand indifferently, "Although some of you have been exposed to this, almost none of you have learned how to ride safely. They, I don't want you to fly to tens of hundreds of feet at once, and then be frightened and stiff and fall from the sky."

"Hogwarts has stopped teaching with new rockets since a couple of tragedies a few decades ago, and it's for your own good that it's better to fall ten or twenty feet and break an arm or a leg. It's better to be dead."

When she said this, the little wizard couldn't help showing some fear on his face. They really hadn't thought about falling off the broom, and many people who were afraid of heights suddenly turned pale.

"I think you should understand now, right? Then hurry up and everyone go to their place."

"Harry Potter." Mrs. Hooch called Harry's name. "Professor Sprout told me that you flew in it during the holidays, and it flew well?"

"Yes Professor, I think I fly very well." Harry nodded and said matter-of-factly.

"Really? Flying without anyone teaching it is very dangerous. As a real competition tool, the Nimbus 2000 is not easy to control."

Mrs. Hooch looked at Harry meaningfully, as if she wanted to see his guilty conscience, but unfortunately she didn't see anything.

"I've skydived, I've tried from 3,000 meters to 7,000 meters, and my best free solo rock climbing is a 116-meter cliff, about two Hogwarts castles If I hadn’t been too young, I should have learned to use a paraglider, flew down from Ben Nevis, and passed the small town of Fort William to see the scenery of Scotland.”

"Believe me, professor, although I haven't learned how to fly on it professionally, I can do it soon, as long as you teach me, I have serious books about Quidditch and how to fly a rocket See, I like adventure, I like extreme sports, but I don't like reckless death."

Mrs. Hooch, who was stunned by Harry's words, slammed her lips. Although she didn't know what the extreme sports of Muggles were, some numbers were very intuitive.

"Then take your Nimbus 2000 and listen carefully to my explanation. Basic knowledge is always the most important thing. Even if it's just sitting posture, it's also related to whether you can stay stable in the sky without falling."

She nodded slightly. At this moment, a senior student ran over and stood beside her. The strange boy smiled at Harry, and then his eyes fell on Nimbus 2000.

"Now everyone hold out your right hands and put them on top of your rockets."

Mrs. Huo Qi, who officially started the class, did not procrastinate at all. She ordered directly, and practice is often the most efficient way of learning.

"Then say 'Get up!' loudly and let your rocket know that you are going to ride it now!"

"Hurry up!"

She urged her to speak, capable and decisive.