Being able to summon broomsticks was just the first step.
These broomsticks were quite old, and it was not easy to call them.
Even if some broomsticks responded to a call, they would falter midway, tumbling to the ground while shedding a few branches.
Once everyone had a firm grip on the handle, Madam Hooch continued to issue commands cautiously.
She guided everyone on the preparatory posture and precautions, taught some tips, and demonstrated how to ride without slipping.
"Okay…" She grew nervous, sweat beading on her forehead. "I'll whistle, and you can get on your broomsticks, kick your legs, and fly into the sky."
"Don't be nervous! This is just a flying lesson, not a competition. There's no competition involved, so don't feel any pressure... Remember! Hold the broomstick tightly!"
"To go up, pull the handle upwards; to go down, lean forward and press down on the handle, and the broomstick will bring you down to the ground. Listen to my whistle... Don't be nervous!"
She put the whistle in her mouth and was the first to mount the broomstick, looking very cautious.
The students followed suit, straddling the broomsticks.
As the whistle blew, everyone rose into the sky together, and no accidents occurred.
Madam Hooch's tone became much lighter. "Okay! Let's try landing again. Don't rush, just take it slow!"
After completing the descent, she instructed everyone on how to hover and turn in the air.
These were all advanced skills, and students who were new to flying would need time to adapt if they wanted to fly with ease.
Seeing Vizette execute a beautiful "S"-shaped maneuver, Michael couldn't help but exclaim, "Vizette, how did you learn that? Madam Hooch hasn't even taught you yet!"
Vizette shook his head; he also found it very strange that flying felt as simple as drinking water or eating.
However, he soon realized the reason—he was an Obscurus.
When he had arrived, he had been floating in the form of the Obscurus. It was because of the Obscurus's innate ability to fly that he was so adept at it.
If he weren't worried about upsetting Madam Hooch, he would have been prepared to fly even higher and perform some more difficult maneuvers.
Michael sighed. "How come you're so skilled? I was here first, and I was the first to encounter the broomstick..."
Chris teased, "You were indeed the first person to run into her, and when Madam Hooch shouted, you were so scared that you dropped your broomstick."
Terry chimed in, "That's right! You abandoned it first, which is why you're flying like this now."
Michael raised his voice, trying to cover it up. "This broomstick is too old. You see... when it flew, branches fell down. I did this for safety!"
"Yes, for safety's sake, you're right. You can replace Madam Hooch as a teacher." Anthony flew higher and mocked from above.
"You're not much better!" Michael retorted immediately. "You claim to have some distant Auror relative—how come you can ride a broomstick like this?"
He lay on the handle, his legs gripping the broom head tightly, and flew forward shakily, winking and saying, "This is how you ride a broomstick. Safe, right?"
"How am I like that?" Michael's mockery made Anthony blush. "You guys think… I'm like that?"
He was met only with a few snickers.
Vizette shook his head slightly. "Safety first, that's right."
"Look!" Anthony's confidence grew considerably after receiving Vizette's affirmation.
Michael chuckled. "That's because Vizette is easy to talk to. Didn't you hear Chris and Terry laughing?"
"Damn it! You just wait!" Anthony, enraged and humiliated, gritted his teeth and charged forward.
Michael was still laughing, without stopping, completely unconcerned that Anthony would crash into him.
Anthony had lost his mind and showed no fear whatsoever. He crashed straight into Michael, and both of their broomsticks let out a wail at the same time.
They were like magnets that repelled each other; at the moment of collision, they flew out in two opposite directions.
"You two!" Madam Hooch instantly sensed something was wrong and immediately blew her whistle. "Everyone! Back to the ground immediately! Back to the ground immediately!"
Before she finished speaking, she swooped down on her broomstick and landed in front of Michael.
She quickly dropped her broomstick and lunged forward, catching Michael just in time; neither of them was hurt.
"Look up there!"
The students screamed and looked up at the sky as Anthony's broomstick emitted thick green smoke, carrying him higher and higher before crashing toward the castle.
"Can we even continue this job?!" Madam Hooch's voice was filled with despair as she mounted her broomstick once more.
She was too far away from Anthony; another injury seemed inevitable in class today. She wondered what Madam Pomfrey would nag about this time.
Just then, she caught a glimpse of a figure out of the corner of her eye. "How could it be so fast?"
Vizette soared into the sky on his broomstick, leaving a trail of afterimages in the air.
The wind howled in Vizette's ears, the airflow rushing into his robes through his sleeves, making the robes flutter and rumble.
The broomstick was indeed quite old, and even at full power, it emitted a mournful groan. However, to save Anthony, the broomstick could not be allowed to stop.
Just as Anthony was about to crash into the castle window, Vizette raised his wand. "Wingardium Leviosa!"
Anthony's robe was suddenly lifted by an invisible force to prevent him from crashing into the window, and the broomstick beneath him made a "crack" sound, finally giving way and breaking in two.
As Anthony plummeted downward, he screamed and flailed his arms wildly, as if trying to grasp a "lifeline," but he could only grab at thin air.
The real "lifeline," Vizette, controlled his broomstick, shooting down like an arrow, and once again cast the Levitation Charm.
Anthony's descent slowed again, but then his robes made a tearing sound; they could not withstand the third Levitation Charm.
Vizette was not surprised; he had anticipated this and had prepared a backup plan.
He had been quite busy that week; in addition to integrating what he had learned, he had used his remaining time to explore Hogwarts Castle.
However, the castle was simply too large, containing countless secret passages and chambers, and he could only do his best to explore it.
The ancient magical power he had collected during this period was enough for him to enhance and improve his magic.
There were many other uses for summoning spells, and he had decided to further enhance their power.
The improved summoning spell could grab larger objects or creatures, such as Anthony, who was about to fall to the ground.
Many students covered their eyes, as if a bloody scene was flashing before them—Anthony's head splitting open, blood splattering all over the ground.
"Anthony, come here!" Vizette whispered, ancient magical power surging into his wand, which instantly shone with a dazzling silver-blue light…
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