Chapter 11: Words, Demacia!

　　 Chapter 11 The Spirit of Words, Demacia!
"During breakfast, Neville received a memory ball from her grandma. Malfoy was going to grab it. I really wanted to beat him up." Harry looked at his strong body and secretly talked to Mal Fu compared it and said with confidence.
"There is no more annoying guy than Malfoy. He has to come out and mess up everything. If Professor McGonagall didn't come out quickly, Harry and I would beat Malfoy in the morning." Ron said. Then, while waving the fork in his hand, the pie on the fork was about to be shaken off by him.
"He always shows off the big and small packets of candies he received. After eating so much sugar, he will soon be full of teeth." Hermione said viciously. Hermione’s parents are dentists and have been strictly controlling her sugar consumption. Malfoy's show off made her very annoying.
　　 Thinking of Malfoy's rotten teeth, and matching Malfoy's arrogant look, everyone shuddered and was silent for a moment before bursting into laughter.
　　 Criticizing the common enemy together, Harry began to worry about the next flight lesson again.
"Unlucky, besides the pharmacy class, now even the flying class is taken with the Slytherin students. Am I going to make a fool of myself in front of Malfoy on a flying broom?" Harry said annoyedly, now The academic performance has already overwhelmed Malfoy, and he was confident that he could beat Malfoy in single-handed fights, and Harry didn't want to lose to Malfoy in anything.
　　 Listening to Harry suddenly mentioning flying lessons, Hermione's mood was also a little depressed. She was never afraid of learning and lessons, but when it came to sports, she also lost confidence. She began to whisper some of the flight instructions she had seen in a library book named "Quidditch Origin", hoping that she would not make a fool of herself in the afternoon flight class.
　　 Ron also comes from a wizarding family. Although he could only play with his brothers’ old broomsticks since he was a child, he still didn’t worry about handling first-grade flying lessons.
　　 "Flying is not difficult." Seeing Harry and Hermione's nervousness, George spoke slowly, using these words to attract Harry and Hermione's attention.
　　 "Brooms, like magic wands, are an extension of your body. They can feel the emotions you convey and feel the fear in your heart." George's calmness and aura infected Harry and Hermione, and the two began to look relaxed.
　　 "It's like a magic wand." Hermione's eyes started to shine at the thought of this, and controlling the wand has always been her skill.
"I will teach you a word that makes it easier for you to control the flying broomstick." George's expression began to appear solemn, Harry and Hermione involuntarily leaned forward to receive it more closely. This word is spiritual.
"When you feel horrified and uneasy while flying and can't control yourself, just yell at it with the loudest voice." When he said this, George paused. Following his words, Harry and Hermione's hearts were raised. , The heartbeat began to accelerate slowly.
　　 When "De Marcia" said it, George deliberately lowered his voice, but the word fell into Harry and Hermione's ears as the voice spread, and it exploded instantly as if it had a huge magical power.
　　Harry and Hermione’s heartbeats speeded up, and their small faces flushed red as a result, and for a while, they could only feel a huge burst of power in their bodies.
　　 After a while, the two men calmed down, and George handed Harry and Hermione juice respectively. "do you understand?"
　　 Although they didn't actually know what was going on, Harry and Hermione looked at each other, only to see the infinite fighting spirit in each other's eyes, and there was no worry about flying lessons either.
　　 Ron touched his head, completely unknown.
　　 At 3:30 in the afternoon, Harry, Ron, Hermione and the other students in Gryffindor walked through the corridors and steps. When I came to a piece of grass in front of the door, the breeze was blowing gently, and the grass was slightly rippling. The meadow extends from the lawn to the forest.
　　 Slytherin’s academy has arrived at the venue in advance, and the broomsticks used for training are arranged neatly.
　　 Fred once complained to Harry that the school broomsticks had quality problems. Some would shake when they flew too high, and some would always keep skewing. But thinking of the magical speech spirit in his heart at this time, Harry didn't worry anymore.
　　 Mrs. Hooch in the flight class has short gray hair and two yellow eyes gleaming fiercely. When they look at each other, they will make people hurry to be like a hunted animal.
　　 "Okay, don't linger." She said sharply, "Just line up for me and stand next to a magic broom."
　　 Harry’s feet were a shabby and old flying broomstick whose branches had been separated. Seeing this, he was initially very confident and began to feel a little nervous.
　　 "Extend your right hand, place it on the top of the broomstick, follow me, and get up!" Madam Hooch gave instructions sharply.
　　 "Get up!" the students shouted.
　　 Harry’s broom immediately jumped into his hand obediently, Harry peeked at other people, UU reading www.uukānshu. Com Ron and Hermione did it easily. In addition, only a few people did it. Most of the broomsticks under the feet of students from Muggle families just rolled, but Neville's broomsticks didn't respond.
　　 "The broom is like a magic wand, it's just an extension of your body, you can feel your fear." Harry thought of George's words. Neville's voice was trembling, and he didn't really want to control the broom at all, so naturally he couldn't arouse the broom.
　　 Then, Mrs. Hooch showed everyone how to ride the broom without sliding down, and how to hold the broom correctly. Then she corrected the wrong grip one by one in the team.
　　 Harry and Hermione heard her criticizing Malfoy for not doing well, they were secretly happy, thinking about the magical voice, they were confident for a while. His actions became more and more standard, and he was even praised by Mrs. Hooch.
"Well, as soon as I blow the whistle, you follow the command and kick your legs hard, so that the broom will take you to fly." Madam Hooch said, "The broom must be held tight, first levitate, and then lean forward. , Stay relaxed, imagine that you and the broom are one, then go down to the ground and listen to my whistle command, three, two."
　　Nawei was too nervous. He was afraid of being made another mistake and was left on the ground. When Madam Hooch read "two", he subconsciously kicked his legs and flew into the sky.
　　 "Come back, Neville!" Madam Hooch hurriedly shouted, but Neville was already flying upwards uncontrollably at this time, like a sharp arrow shot. Harry saw Neville's panicked expression, holding the broom away from the ground. Saw Neville panting loudly and watched Neville slip off the broomstick.
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