Hoffa got up earlier than almost any other day.

Flying is the dream of mankind. After becoming a wizard, Hoffa certainly had the ambition to shuttle through the clouds. Especially in 198, when airplanes were not as popular as in later generations, if he could learn to ride a broomstick, it would not only be easier for him to go out

If it is less, there will be one more life-saving trump card in the future. After all, the Muggle air force of this era is not as terrifying and precise as that of later generations, and most of the wars are based on land warfare.

In the dining hall in the morning, a group of calm Ravenclaws were discussing Quidditch anecdotes with rare excitement.

The breakfast at Hogwarts is very rich. Fried eggs, bread, vegetable or fruit salad, sausage or bacon, coffee, tea, milk, butter, jam and juice. There are also other cereal porridges.

But Hoffa was preoccupied with flying lessons and was afraid that he would vomit up too much when he flew too fast, so he ate very little, just a sausage and some cereal.

Some students from wizarding families boasted about their flying history.

William Carlson was another dormitory roommate of Hoffa's. He was talking to his friends early in the morning about his family's glorious aviation history. He also said that his father once rode a broomstick to avoid airplanes during World War I.

of pursuit and shooting.

Taylor Smith is a descendant of Muggles in their dormitory. William was bragging on the side, while Taylor was listening with interest and his eyes were full of envy. For Muggles in this era, if they don't become the Royal Air Force, flying is basically

It is a hopeless thing in life.

The students on the Ravenclaw side are pretty good. At the Gryffindor and Slytherin tables, the students gathered together in small groups and burst into laughter from time to time.

Most of the people laughing were boys. Quidditch in this era was still a boy's game, and girls rarely participated in it.

After breakfast, a group of people quickly walked out of the auditorium and came to a piece of grass near the school's Quidditch field.

It was a sunny, breezy day, and the grass was waving slightly under their feet. Beyond the lawn was the Forbidden Forest, and the dark trees in the distance were swaying in the wind.

This class was with the first-year students of Slytherin. The Slytherin students were already there, and a row of broomsticks were neatly arranged on the ground. Tom Riddle was chatting and laughing with several classmates, and caught a glimpse of Hoffa.

, and he didn’t express anything.

In fact, since the two of them came to the school, the conflict seemed to have disappeared. They became two unrelated passers-by. There was no grudge against the orphanage, nor did they show any signs of acquaintance.

Hoffa knew about Riddle's super ambition. He was not a naive child like Malfoy. He could not spend his energy on needlessly finding trouble.

Soon after, their teacher came. Hoffa had already heard from his roommate at breakfast that the Quidditch teacher was named Palio Leo, who was the batter of the Irish team in the 190 Quidditch World Cup.

Their team's best result that year was reaching the World Cup semi-finals, which is quite remarkable.

Palio is a tall man with long arms, curly brown hair and a vigorous look.

When he saw the new students, he whistled.

"What are you waiting for? Line up in rows according to height!"

The crowd moved noisily.

Look at these 11-year-old kids pushing and shoving and squeezing around.

Palio intervened impatiently. He took out the children, shuffled them and placed them in different positions.

Hoffa was originally standing with Miranda, but Palio pulled them apart because Hoffa was half a head taller than Miranda. He was pushed to the other person's side by Palio.

That's right, it's Aglaia again.

They are similar in stature.

Aglaia snorted coldly when she saw Hoffa being pushed over.

The warm sunshine and gentle breeze originally made Hoffa very comfortable, but now, standing next to Aglaia, he felt uncomfortable all over.

Teacher Palio seemed extremely satisfied when he saw all the students formed an arithmetic sequence according to their height.

Then he whistled and said: "Stretch out your right hand, put it on the broom handle, and say: 'Get up!'"

"Get up!" everyone shouted.

Hoffa also stretched out his hand, "Get up!"

Nothing happens.

So he took a heavy breath.

"stand up!"

Still no response.

He suddenly felt confused, what happened?

He turned around and looked, and saw that someone's broom had quickly risen. For example, Tom Riddle, who was standing opposite Hoffa. As soon as he opened his mouth, the broom obediently fell into his hand.

His roommate William didn't brag, his broom quickly bounced up and entered his palm.

Some children slowly dropped their brooms and rolled around on the ground, looking very reluctant.

For example, Miranda's broom seemed to be hesitant. It came up a little and then went down again. But it was moving at least.

But only his broom remained motionless.

Hoffa didn't give up and tried twice more, but it still didn't work.

"Muggle." came a pleasant sarcasm from the side.

Hoffa saw Aglaia on the right smiling proudly, still holding her arms and not moving at all.

So Hoffa said the only thing he said to her in a week: "What are you proud of? Yours hasn't been touched."

"Is it...?" She prolonged her tone, as if she was enjoying this moment extremely.

After saying that, Aglaia looked at him sarcastically, crossed her chest with one hand, and stretched her other hand above the broomstick without saying a word.

The broomstick swooped into her hand, and Hoffa could almost feel that the broomstick couldn't wait to be ridden by her.

Hoffa's eyes widened and he looked at his broom again.

"stand up!"

The breeze blew through the tattered branches, and it remained motionless, like a dead salted fish.

Hoffa's face darkened and he raised his hands.

Palio noticed him: "What's the matter, kid?"

Hoffa: "Teacher, my broom is broken."

Everyone around looked over, Palio's eyes widened, and he stretched out his hand in the distance.

"stand up."

Hoffa's broom escaped from his body like lightning and went into Palio's hands.

Palio looked at it and said displeased: "What are you talking about? This broom is in great condition." After saying that, he threw the broom back to Hoffa.

Hoffa continued to stretch out his hand: "Get up."

It's dead again.

"Hahahahahahahaha~"

Aglaia laughed happily, and her sweet look made Hoffa hate it. She said:

"Flying Muggles, the landlubbers among wizards, are people without any flying talent. Such people are rare in history, but you are undoubtedly one of them. In Britain and even throughout Europe, flying is an ancient and

An elegant art, Quidditch is a senior social sport. It represents those outstanding people among the crowd who have the ability to rule, and you..."

After all, there are only a few people with talent in the world, especially in sports.

In my previous life, I was semi-embarrassed when it came to sports. I could only watch others play, but I didn't expect that I would still be like this in the wizarding world.

If you have a little talent in the art of transformation, that's enough. Why be greedy? If you want to fly, there are many ways, and you don't necessarily have to hang yourself from a tree. The most urgent thing you should do is to learn and develop honestly.

Only those who survive the future war are qualified to pursue their own happiness in life. It is meaningless to compete for momentary honor and disgrace now and to be the king of a group of 11-year-old students.

After understanding this, Hoffa calmed down. He spit out the dogtail grass and left the playground calmly with his hands behind his back.

In the sky, Aglaia kept flying, but her eyes were always fixed on Hoffa sitting in the corner.

The feeling of hitting Hoffa made her feel very good. Ever since she met this person, she had been frustrated. Especially that time on the train when she guessed the identity of the other person, she felt that she had been humiliated and thrown into her grandma's house.

Today she has finally found her place.
Chapter completed!