It was noon when Vizette finally said goodbye to Rubeus Hagrid and left the cabin.
Before leaving, Rubeus Hagrid, taking advantage of his physical strength, stuffed a lot of materials into his pocket.
Besides the unicorn tail hair, there was a lot of material that he hadn't had time to identify.
Vizette felt lightheaded; he thought he was in a good state for his afternoon flight lesson.
"It's almost the weekend, and we have so many materials... We can study how to make a wand! We should also learn about healing magic and the Animagus that Professor McGonagall mentioned."
There were two more classes in the afternoon: a Herbology class taught by Professor Sprout, and a flight class that they hadn't experienced yet.
Herbology classes were held in a greenhouse, so first-years didn't have access to many herbs.
Even before the start of the school year, Vizette had already learned a lot about related topics from Luna.
Whether it was digging, fertilizing, or taking care of the plants, they handled everything with ease, earning them extra points from Sprout.
Unperturbed by the mud on his body, Vizette packed up his textbooks and headed straight for the meadow, where the flight class would gather.
Chris quickly grabbed him. "Vizette, aren't you going to go back and shower? It's not really appropriate to go like this."
Joining them in the Herbology class was a Slytherin, a stocky, dark-haired girl who suddenly spoke up: "That's right! A filthy Obscurial can never be truly cleansed!"
Her tone was contemptuous, and she crossed her arms, raised her head, and showed off her thick chin.
"Really? I thought that as a wizard, I could use a more magical method…" Vizette smiled slightly, drew his wand and drew a beautiful "S" curve, "Clean it up!"
In the blink of an eye, all the mud on his body disappeared, and his clothes were clean again.
He continued casting the spell, and also helped his roommate clean up the mud.
He even spread his hands and asked in a calm tone, "Do you need help cleaning? Or perhaps you can do it yourself? Please!"
The female student's face turned a deep purplish-red, "You..."
Seeing Vizette's humble actions, the female student was speechless, while his roommates burst into laughter.
"Millicent, it's time to go!" a girl with thin lips interrupted, walking straight past Vizette.
"Pansy, I'm trying to help you..."
"Miss Parkinson! Please address me by my last name; it will make you seem more cultured!" Pansy snapped, then left the greenhouse without looking back.
Millicent's face grew even paler, and tears even welled up in the corners of her eyes.
She couldn't say another word, covered her face, and ran away quickly.
"What's going on?" Terry asked curiously. "I've been wanting to ask you this for a while now, why are they so hostile towards you?"
"After all, he's an Obscurial," Anthony frowned. "Fear and aversion to magic are what make someone an Obscurial, and these traits are generally associated with Muggles."
"Slytherin believes in pure-blood principles and even despises Muggle-born wizards, so I'm not surprised at all that this happened."
"It's a pity they don't know Vizette's magic!" Michael hooked his arm around Vizette's shoulder. "Why are you friends with Cho Chang and know magic we don't understand? I'm so jealous!"
"I learned this magic from Cho Chang," Vizette explained. "The Cleansing Charm, a very useful life magic. Would you like to learn it? I'll lend you my notes."
"Let's talk about it when we get back!" Michael waved his hands repeatedly. "The flying brooms might already be on display. Let's go pick out a nice one!"
...
Since ancient times, people had been filled with longing and curiosity about the sky.
It was precisely because of this yearning that all sorts of aircraft had emerged.
Wizards shared the same aspirations, so they invented flying broomsticks, which even gave rise to a wizarding sport—Quidditch.
Madam Hooch was the professor of flying lessons and also a Quidditch referee; she was the one who officiated Quidditch at Hogwarts.
She arrived early and laid out the flying brooms in two rows on the ground.
"It looks like an eagle's eye!" Terry leaned over and muttered quietly.
Madam Hooch had short, neat grey hair and bright yellow eyes that were indeed like those of an eagle.
Her eyesight was as sharp as an eagle's; when she saw Michael pick up the broom, she pounced on him instantly.
"Please put the broom on the ground first! Even if you know how to use the flying broom, please wait until class starts and pick it up as I instruct you."
"Hiss!" Michael reacted as if electrocuted, dropping the flying broom to the ground again. "Sorry, Madam Hooch!"
"Ahem..." Madam Hooch coughed lightly twice, looking somewhat embarrassed. "I should apologize... I was being a bit too sensitive."
"Yesterday afternoon I taught flight classes to two other houses, and one of their students had an accident, so I have to be extra careful!"
Michael and the others huddled together, asking in confusion, "Who is it?"
"It's Neville, Neville Longbottom of Gryffindor," Hannah's voice rang out. "He broke his wrist; it must hurt a lot."
More and more Hufflepuffs gathered around, and they learned a lot of anecdotes about the school, which they shared with great interest.
"Draco Malfoy seems to have taken something from Neville Longbottom... Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy have a falling out... Harry Potter becomes the Seeker..."
Michael and his friends were even more confused. "What's going on? How did we become Seekers? Didn't the Quidditch trials just start this weekend?"
As the school bell rang, Madam Hooch clapped her hands and called out loudly, "Now that everyone is here, let's begin today's lesson."
"First, stand next to one of the flying broomsticks. Remember! Do not touch it with your hands! Then wait for my next instruction!"
The students did as instructed, feeling both amused and exasperated; they all thought Madam Hooch was being a bit too tense.
"Okay! Move the hand that's near the flying broom over, and don't move...wait for my next instruction!"
After the students obediently did so, Madam Hooch continued, "Shout 'Get up!' and then, when the flying broomstick comes into your hand, grab it! Then stop!"
"We await your next instructions," the students said somewhat helplessly.
"Yes! That's it!" Madam Hooch nodded. "We must take it one step at a time to avoid any accidents."
After a series of shouts of "Get up!", not everyone was able to grasp the flying broom.
Like the Hufflepuff students, their flying brooms rolled twice on the ground before slowly flying into their hands.
Hannah's flying broom seemed to be broken, as it didn't react at all, which made her face turn red with anxiety.
Perhaps because they lived at a higher altitude, Ravenclaw performed much better; if called a few times, the flying broomsticks would respond.
Vizette's flying broom was very obedient. He didn't even have to shout it out; he just had the thought, and the flying broom quickly flew into his hand.
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