Hogwarts Shippuden

At nine o'clock in the morning, Kyle, Hannah, and the rest of the Hufflepuffs descended the steps to the grounds in front of the door, ready for their first flying lesson.

It was a sunny, breezy day.

The grass waved slightly beneath their feet as they trotted down the sloping grass towards a flat lawn on the opposite side of the field.

Beyond the lawn is the forbidden forest, and the dark trees in the distance sway in the wind.

Mrs. Hooch, the teacher of the flight class, had been waiting there for a long time. She had short gray hair and yellow eyes like those of an eagle.

At the moment of seeing her eyes, a name popped into Kyle's mind - Joracelle Mihochy.

More than 20 brooms were neatly arranged on the ground.

Hawkeye, no, Mrs. Hooch glanced at the little wizards.

"Okay, what are you all waiting for? Everyone stands next to a broomstick. Quick, quick, hurry up."

Kyle looked down at the broom at his feet, his eyes full of disgust.

How many broom sticks can this broken wooden pole be able to fly?

And this batch of brooms, at least they are old antiques from decades ago, right?

What's the security of it?

Dumbledore was also big-hearted, not afraid that a little wizard would fall to his death in flying lessons every year.

"Stretch out your right hand over the broom handle," Mrs. Hooch called out ahead, "and say, get up!"

"Get up!" everyone shouted.

The broom at Kyle's feet immediately jumped into his hand, and the dust on it smeared his hand.

This thing is definitely eating the dust of a summer vacation in the utility room!

Kyle threw it back to the ground with some disgust, took out his wand to clean it up, and cleaned up Hannah's broom next to him by the way.

Hannah's broom didn't jump into her hands so quickly.

The broom was lying on the ground, and when Hannah called it up, it flicked up and down symbolically, then snapped back to the ground.

Hannah's situation is not bad, more little wizards, their brooms don't even bother to flick them, they just look like they are lying on their backs and don't move.

After waiting for a while, everyone's brooms finally jumped into their hands.

Mrs. Hooch stood at the front of the team and explained to them the precautions for riding a broom and some flying tips.

When a normal wizard rides a broom, there are only two positions - straddle and side.

The former is a general posture for riding a broom, while the latter is an exclusive posture for witches, because the posture is elegant when sitting on the side, and it is not easy to wear a skirt.

In this flying lesson, Kyle intends to experiment with some deadly flying attitudes, such as broom flying or something.

Before in France, because of the strict care of the housekeeper, Kyle could only ride a broomstick in a straddle position, flying at a low speed at a low altitude, and swaying for a few laps before coming down.

As a senior War Thunder player, GTA military base robber, and old battlefield driver, how can you be satisfied with this?

Mrs Hooch was showing them how to get on a broom without slipping off her head.

She walked up and down the line, correcting their grip on the broomstick.

After a while, everyone rode on broomsticks.

Feeling the soft touch from his butt, Kyle breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, the school's broom is broken, and at least there is a cushion spell on it, so that it won't hurt his big baby.

"Okay, as soon as I whistle, you kick your legs off the ground and kick hard!" said Mrs. Hooch.

"Stand on the broom, go up a few feet, then lean forward slightly and drop back to the ground vertically."

"Listen to my whistle - three - two -!"

Mrs. Hooch hasn't whistled yet,

Kyle slammed his legs, and the broom under his crotch was like an arrow from the string, carrying Kyle and rushed out a few dozen meters away.

"Come back! Child!" Mrs. Hooch cried anxiously.

However, Kyle completely put her cries on the back burner.

After accelerating to a certain level, Kyle suddenly pulled the broomstick backwards, so that the broom head was raised to between 110 degrees and 120 degrees, forming a short-term level flight state with the broom tail in front and the broom head behind.

Mrs. Hooch opened her mouth in surprise.

Kyle pushed the broomstick forward, pressing the broom head back to its original level.

After completing a beautiful Pugachev Cobra maneuver, Kyle excitedly twitched his arms and did a few more fighter maneuvers on his broomstick.

Looking at Kyle, who was flying freely in the air like a bird, Mrs. Hooch's eyes gradually became hot.

Germany's Durmstrang Academy only produced a Quidditch genius named Viktor Krum some time ago. He was selected for the Bulgarian national Quidditch team at a young age and also served as a Seeker. a core position.

Now it seems that they can also produce a genius Quidditch player named Kyle Dumbledore at Hogwarts?

...

Using the magic power to gather on the soles of the feet to absorb the foothold, that is, the skills of climbing trees and treading water, Kyle stood firmly on the broom.

Such a thrilling action caused the little wizards on the ground to exclaim in unison.

Even Mrs. Hooch's eyes widened in disbelief.

Does Hogwarts have such a foul little wizard with Quidditch talent?

Even the players on the national Quidditch team couldn't do it, could they?

In fact, Mrs. Hooch didn't know that Kyle was able to fly on a broom with the help of magic.

That is, because of the concealment of wandless spellcasting, Mrs. Hooch didn't discover it.

Relying on physical ability alone, it is estimated that no wizard in the world can do it.

After Kyle landed firmly, all the little wizards gathered around.

Especially the little badgers of Hufflepuff, all cast a respectful look at Kyle.

The blond little Lolita stood beside Kyle, looking excited, as if she was the one who just made those dazzling maneuvers in the air.

Mrs. Hooch squeezed a path out of the little wizards and came to Kyle.

She looked at Kyle with a hot light in her eyes, "Kyle, are you interested in becoming a Quidditch player?"

After thinking about it, she added, "Professional, I can write a letter of recommendation to the Quidditch club..."

Kyle:  …

You let the son of one generation Meguro Lord, the future three generations of Meguro Lord, become a professional Quidditch player?

seriously?

"That, sorry, Mrs. Hooch, I'm not here." Kyle declined politely.

"Kyle, don't you think about it anymore? With your talent, you can become a world-class star..."

"Sorry, Mrs Hooch, I'd rather be a great wizard like Headmaster Dumbledore than a world-class star."

Kyle spread his hands, "But I can participate in Hufflepuff's Quidditch team."

Madam Hooch only now remembered that the little wizard in front of her was named Dumbledore.

It's no surprise that Kyle would use Albus Dumbledore as his example.

She looked at Kyle with some regret, as if she had just missed a rare treasure.

What Mrs. Hooch didn't know was that Kyle's real last name was Grindelwald.

At Hogwarts, apart from Albus Dumbledore, only the four headmasters of Hogwarts knew about it.