11 Flying

Transfiguration lesson, taught by Minerva McGonagall who is also head of Gryffindor house and Deputy Headmistress and Headmistress of Hogwarts.

It was easy to learn basic spells on Transfiguration, and professor McGonagall taught in a detailed way. Transfiguration is a theory-based subject, including topics such as "Switching Spells" altering only a part of some object, such as giving a human rabbit's ears; Vanishing Spells causing an object to completely disappear, and Conjuring Spells creating objects out of thin air.

Transfiguration is the art of changing the form or appearance of an object, It is possible to change inanimate objects into animate ones, and vice versa, which is considered both complex and dangerous.

McGonagall teaches well, but she is very much like Snape in favouring Gryffindors

I was eating breakfast in the great hall, and an owl delivered a daily prophet with breaking news on it. With bold headlines

"BREAK-IN AT GRINGOTTS: Gringotts Security Breached "

"Investigations continue into the break-in at Gringotts on 31 July, widely believed to be the work of Dark wizards or witches unknown. Gringott's goblins today insisted that nothing had been taken. The vault that was searched had been emptied on the same day. "But we're not telling you what was in there, so keep your noses out if you know what's good for you," said a Gringotts spokes goblin this afternoon"

Quirinus Quirrell already tried to steal the philosopher's stone from Gringotts. Now the stone is moved to the third floor of Hogwarts. A Wise move, by Dumbledore using traps that even first-year students can break, as a security measure. It is one of Dumbledore's 'greater good plans, to make Harry a hero of the Wizarding world.

I don't want to judge Dumbledore without knowing all the facts, maybe he is a saint-like, everyone made him out to be, or he is another hypocrite hiding behind the notion of the greater good. But I know one thing for sure: I don't want to be noticed by him.

This twinkle eye old goat will read every one mind. He is way more dangerous than the sorting hat. Even if I had any kind of plan and scheme against him, I will only lose to become one of his pawns. He is a wise old guy, who lived long enough to see the rise of two dark lords. So I will take my chance and will just wait for him to die.

I just don't want to think about it anymore in the morning, I got double potions this morning And made my way to the classroom.

This week we had our first flying lesson. Gryffindor and Slytherin would be learning together. The first-year flying lesson, taught by Rolanda Hooch who is the Hogwarts Flying Instructor and Quidditch referee. The subject teaches students how to fly broomsticks.

The first year are Forbidden from bringing their brooms to the school they will each be supplied with a school broom.

I find flying on a broomstick is stupid and pointless when a wizard or witch can actually apparate themselves.

Flying is cool and all, by relying on a stupid broomstick to fly, is an absurd idea for me. I also need to find a way to fly without anything, that would be way cooler than flying on a broomstick.

I was a bit acrophobic, so I hate the idea of relying on a stupid broom. But I also trained on how to ride a broomstick to overcome my fear. My flying is average, but I know enough to fly on a broom. I wasn't going to play Quidditch or any of that matter.

I was waiting to see how the big feud between Draco and Harry will happen in the air.

"Well, what are you all waiting for?"

"Everyone stands by a broomstick. Come on, hurry up." Madam Hooch commanded the first-year students to summon their brooms.

"Stick out your right hand over your broom," called Madam Hooch at the Front,

"And say 'Up!"

"UP everyone shouted.

Madam Hooch then showed them how to mount their brooms without sliding off the end and walked up and down the rows correcting their grips.

"Now, when I blow my whistle, you kick off from the ground, hard," said Madam Hooch.

"Keep your brooms steady, rise a few feet, and then come straight back down by leaning forward slightly. On my whistle -- three -- two --"

But Neville, pushed off hard before the whistle had touched Madam Hooch's lips.

"Come back, boy!" She shouted, but Neville was rising straight up like a launched rocket-- twelve feet -- twenty feet. Then he slipped off the broom,

WHAM -- a thud and a nasty crack and Neville lay face down on the grass. His broomstick was still rising higher and higher and started drifting lazily toward the forbidden forest and out of sight.

"Come on, boy -- it's all right, up, you get.". Madam Hooch was bending over Neville, her face as white as his. She turned to the rest of the class.

"None of you is to move while I take this boy to the hospital wing! You leave those brooms where they are or you'll be out of Hogwarts before you can say 'Quidditch.' Come on, dear."

When they were out of sight, Malfoy burst into laughter.

"Did you see his face, the great lump?" The other Slytherins joined in.

"Shut up, Malfoy," snapped Parvati Patil.

"Ooh, sticking up for Longbottom?" Said Pansy Parkinson, a hard-faced Slytherin girl.

"Never thought you'd like fat little crybabies, Parvati."

"Look!", darting forward and snatching something out of the grass. "It's that stupid thing Longbottom's gran sent him." The Remembrall glittered in the sun as he held it up.

"Give that here, Malfoy," said Harry quietly. Everyone stopped talking to watch.

"I think I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find -- how about -- up a tree?"Malfoy smiled nastily.

"Give it here!" Harry yelled.

But Malfoy had leapt onto his broomstick and took off. Hovering level with the topmost branches of an oak, he called, "Come, and get it, Potter!"

Harry grabbed his broom.

"No!" shouted Hermione Granger. "Madam Hooch told us not to move -- you'll get us all into trouble."

Harry ignored her. He mounted the broom and kicked hard against the ground and soared; He pulled his broomstick up a little to make it even higher, n. He turned his broomstick sharply to face Malfoy in midair.

"Give it here," Harry called, "or I'll knock you off that broom!"

"Oh, yeah?" Said Malfoy, trying to sneer, but looking worried.

Harry leaned forward and grasped the broom tightly in both hands, and it shot toward Malfoy like a javelin.

"No Crabbe and Goyle up here to save your neck, Malfoy," Harry shouted.

"Catch it if you can, then!" Draco shouted, and he threw the glass ball high into the air and streaked back toward the ground.

Harry leaned forward and pointed his broom handle down -- the next second he was gathering speed in a steep dive, racing the ball, he stretched out his hand, a foot from the ground he caught it, just in time to pull his broom straight, and he toppled gently onto the grass with the Remembrall clutched safely in his fist.

I just watched an Epic scene, he just dived from the sky all the way to the ground, and in a Nick of time, he changed the direction while landing safely. I was even stunned seeing this. If I hadn't known any better, I would have become Harry's fanboy.

How the fuck you would explain, someone who never even touched a flying broomstick before this day can fly so easily. Maybe he has talent in flying, but how do you explain when he jumped from the sky with the broom and survived near fall, just a few inches away from the ground.

Professor McGonagall would have said Harry's flying capabilities come from his father, who is a seeker in Gryffindor's quidditch team. But I know, all of it is dog shit, he can do it because he is the protagonist, and he has a fucking plot armour.

I have remembered reading tons of novels in my past life, and I know every protagonist has plot armour.

Reading is one thing, knowing is another matter, but seeing the plot armour on the action, it gives me goosebumps.

I will grow stronger, so stronger that plot armour can no longer influence me anymore. It strangely made me excited, when I think about the future where it's another broken toy for me to play with.

"HARRY POTTER!" Professor McGonagall was running toward them.

"Never in all my time at Hogwarts"

Professor McGonagall was almost speechless with shock and her glasses Flashed furiously,

"-- How dare you -- might have broken your neck --"

"It wasn't his fault, Professor --"

"Be quiet,"

"But Malfoy --"

"That's enough, Mr Weasley. Potter, follow me, now."

Madam Hooch clearly said anyone touches the broom will be kicked out of the school, but Professor McGonagall made Harry the youngest seeker of Gryffindor's team.

I still couldn't wrap my head about it, Harry grew let just say a shady environment. He learned it at a young age, that if he stood out too much than his cousin, his uncle would starve him off and beat him up. So he quickly adapted to the laying low. He never stood out in Dursley.

But here he is the first one to jump all the time, what happened to the things he learned? Is he brainwashed or something? Or is it the protagonist holo made him do it.

I need to observe to find the answers myself.