Chapter 15

Hoffa got up earlier than ever on this day.

Flying is a human dream. As a wizard, Hoffa certainly has an ambition to travel through the clouds. Especially in 1938, airplanes were not as popular as later generations. If you can learn to ride a broomstick, you will not only be able to go out easily, but also have more life-saving cards in the future. After all, the Muggle air force in this era is not as terrible and accurate as later generations, and the war is mainly land war.

In the dining hall in the morning, a group of calm ravenclaws discussed Quidditch anecdotes with rare and excited expression.

Hogwarts has a good breakfast. Fried eggs, bread, vegetable or fruit salad, sausage or bacon, coffee, tea, milk, butter, jam and juice. There are other kinds of cereal porridge.

But Hoffa was thinking about flying lessons, afraid that he would eat too much and fly too fast to spit out, so he ate very little, so he ate a sausage and a little cereal.

Some students from wizard families boast about their flying history.

William Carlson is another roommate of Hoffa. He has been talking to his friends about his family's glorious flying history since early in the morning. He also said that his father once rode a broomstick to avoid the pursuit and strafe of airplanes in World War I.

Taylor Smith is a Muggle descendant of their dormitory. William is boasting while Taylor is listening with great interest and envy. For Muggles in this era, if they don't become the RAF, flying is basically hopeless.

The students on Ravenclaw's side were pretty good. At the Gryffindor and Slytherin tables, the group of students gathered in small groups, laughing from time to time.

It's boys who laugh. Quidditch in this era is still boys' game, and girls seldom participate in it.

After breakfast, a group of people walked out of the hall. Come to a grass near the school Quidditch field.

It was a fine, breezy day, and the grass was waving slightly under their feet. On the other side of the lawn is the forbidden forest. In the distance, the dark trees are swaying in the wind.

This class is with Slytherin's first graders, who are already there, with a row of broomsticks on the ground. Tom Riddell was talking and laughing with some of his classmates. When he caught a glimpse of Hoffa, he didn't say anything.

In fact, since the two of them came to school, the conflict seems to have disappeared. He became two unrelated passers-by. There was no hatred of the orphanage, and there was no sign of recognition.

Hoffa knows about Riedel's super ambition. He's not a naive child like Malfoy. It's impossible to spend energy on finding fault for nothing.

Soon after, their teacher came. Hoffa had heard it from his roommate at breakfast. Quidditch's teacher, Palio Leo, was a hitter for Ireland in the 1920 Quidditch World Cup. When their team's best result reached the semi-final of the world cup, it was very remarkable.

Pario was a tall, arm long man with curly brown hair and high spirits.

When he saw the new student, he whistled.

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

The crowd moved noisily.

Look at this group of 11 year old children pushing and shoving, huddling around.

Parrio stepped in impatiently. The children were pulled out and put in different positions.

Hoffa was originally standing with Miranda, but Palio pulled them apart because Hoffa was half a head higher than Miranda. He was pushed by Pario to another man.

Yes, it's agraia again.

They are similar in stature.

Agleia snorted coldly when he saw Hoffa being pushed.

Originally, the warm sunshine and gentle breeze made Hoffa very comfortable, but now, standing beside aglia, he felt uncomfortable.

See the students according to the height into a sequence of arithmetic, teacher Palio appears extremely satisfied.

Then he whistled and said, "stretch out your right hand, put it over the broomstick, and say," get up! "

"Get up!" Everyone cried.

Hoffa reached out and said, "get up!"

Nothing happened.

So he accentuated.

"Get up!"

There's still no response.

He immediately felt puzzled. What's the matter?

He turned to have a look, someone's broom soon got up. Take Tom Riddell, for example, standing opposite Hoffa. As soon as he opened his mouth, the broom went into his hand.

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

Some children's brooms slowly fall on the ground, rolling back and forth, a very reluctant look.

For example, Miranda, her broom seems to be a little hesitant. It comes up a little bit and goes down again. But it's moving.

But only his broom did not move.

Hoffa didn't give up and tried twice, but he still couldn't."Muggle." There was a happy sneer.

Hoffa saw that agraia on the right was smiling triumphantly. She was still holding her arm and motionless.

So Hoffa said to her the only word in a week: "whatever you're proud of, you haven't moved."

"Is it..." She lengthened her tone, as if enjoying the moment.

With that, aglea looked at him sarcastically, holding his chest in one hand and stretching his hand over the broomstick. I didn't say anything.

The broom swished into her hands, and Hoffa could feel which broom could not wait to be ridden by her.

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

"Get up!"

The breeze swept through the broken branches and it didn't move. Like a dead salted fish.

Hoffa's face darkened. He raised his hand.

Pario noticed him: "what's the matter, son?"

Hoffa: "teacher, my broom is broken."

Everyone around looked at him, and parrio's eyes widened. He stretched out his hand in the distance.

"Get up."

Hoffa's broom flashed out of his body and into Palio's hands.

"What are you talking about? The broom is in excellent condition," said Pario Then he threw the broom back to Hoffa.

Hoffa continued: "get up."

It's dead again.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ~"

agraia laughed happily, and his sweet look made Hoffa's teeth itch. She said:

"flying Muggles, the draught duck among the witches, are people without any talent for flying. This kind of person is rare in history, but you are undoubtedly one of them. Flying is an ancient and elegant art in Britain and even in Europe. Quidditch is a senior social movement. It represents the outstanding people in the crowd who have the ability to rule, and you...

"shut up! You don't talk. No one thinks you're dumb. "

Hoffa's face was livid, and he drank away from agleia. This time, he didn't want to make peace with agleia. His dislike of the girl reached its acme.

He took out his wand and pointed to the broom on the ground.

"Yugadim Leviosa!"

Under the effect of the floating curse, Hoffa's broom soared like a dog, and Hoffa held it in his hand with pain and shaking.

Hoffa sensed the reluctance of the broom, but he held it firmly.

Then something that Hoffa didn't expect happened.

Agraia raised her hand.

Yes, she raised her right hand high and said, "Mr. Pario, Hoffa cheated. He cursed the broom."

The noisy grass quieted down.

Everyone turned their heads and looked at aglia and Hoffa.

Hoffa was surprised. How could there be such a disgusting person in the world to make a report? This kind of thing is hated by people in any world. The man around him did it in such a dignified way.

If you don't get attention and worship, you have to deal with others. Does the earth revolve around you? Why is she divided in Ravenclaw?

Pario went to Hoffa unhappily: "do you really curse the broom?"

"That's right." Hoffa sighed.

"What curse?"

"Floating curse."

Said Hoffa.

Pario took a deep breath and exhaled.

"In Quidditch, it's a major foul to curse the broom. You know what? "

"I don't know." Hoffa said without expression.

"I won't deduct your points for the first time. But you don't have to attend this class. Go and watch it. " Said Pario regretfully.

Hoffa threw away his broom, folded up his wand and strode aside. Hold your arms and don't talk. He was too angry to speak.

The changeable life once again beyond Hoffa's expectation, he is not Harry Potter, he has no talent for flying. No Quidditch talent, not even know the rules of Quidditch.

On the grass, parrio whistled. Demonstrate how to ride a broom with the students.

The students sprang up one after another, and someone was riding on the broom. Someone was flying around fast and sick. Agraia is one of the best in the crowd. She doesn't even have to hold the handle of the broom with her hands. She holds her arms around her chest, as if she can make the broom go wherever she wants with her mind.

The distant sky is full of white clouds. Hoffa, with his back against a tower and a Dogtail in his mouth, looked at the people flying around, and for the first time felt out of place with this land.

Agraia has a point. In the wizarding world, Quidditch is really a game with talent. Just like those sailing competitions of Ivy League university in the United States, they are not high-class circles. Maybe they don't take you to play.Ask yourself, Hoffa knows why the broom just ignored him, because he didn't want to participate in Quidditch, he just wanted to fly.

Quidditch's rules are stupid for him.

In particular, catching the snitch directly rewrites the rules of the game. There's no reason for that. It's totally personal heroism.

In contrast, he prefers football in Muggle world. Everyone is important.

At this moment, he thought of a lot of things. He thought of Hermione's quarrel with Trelawney, a divination teacher, in previous novels. Trelawney thought Hermione had no talent for divination, so she denied her efforts. But the fact is that sensibility and rationality can not be both. Hermione can never become a diviner, and Hoffa can hardly become a Quidditch expert.

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

In the previous life, I was half embarrassed in sports. When others played, I could only watch, but I didn't expect to come to the wizarding world, I was still like this.

If you can have a little talent in metamorphosis, that's enough. Why be greedy. There are many ways to fly, and you don't have to hang yourself in a tree. What we should do is to learn and develop honestly.

Only those who survive the future war are qualified to pursue their own happiness. It's meaningless to be the king of a group of 11 year old students.

To understand this, Hoffa calmed down. He spit out Dogtail grass and left the playground calmly.

In the sky, agraia has been flying, but her eyes are always fixed on Hoffa sitting in the corner.

The feeling of beating Hoffa made her feel very good. Since she met this person, she has been eating shriveled. Especially when she speculated about the identity of the other party on the train, she felt that she had lost face and went to grandma's house.

Today, she's got it back.

Can see Hoffa so calm to leave, agleia felt his fist hit on the cotton.