From the excitement of being exposed to magic at the beginning of school to the painful task of chewing a quill, the time spent by the little wizards is very short. Although in the first and second grade, the students have more free time than class time, but they can't stand it. These little guys who were new to magic were having so much fun.
At least half of the little wizards are crazily making up their homework on the weekend, because Monday is Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration. This brain-burning subject is really difficult to learn. Most of the time, there are some things that make you anxious. You may be able to grit your teeth and get it done, but transfiguration is different. This extremely abstract magic means you can't do it even if you say you can't, and you can't even force people to death.
However, this kind of thing had nothing to do with Harry. He had already finished all his homework and was walking around with a flowerpot in his arms. He got a few seeds from Professor Sprout, one of which was called walking grass. Magical plants, according to unreliable information, holding the flower pot around will help it germinate. Harry, who tentatively believed this nonsense, had been wandering around for two hours.
After returning to the common room, a group of young wizards gathered in front of the notice board at the entrance of the common room. Looking at their excitement, they probably had some good news.
"What happened? What happened?"
Harry squeezed in along the non-existent gap in the crowd, and then saw a brand new notice. Starting from Tuesday this week, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw will have flying lessons together.
"Harry! You saw it too, right?"
The blushing Neville was waving to Harry from the soft chair by the fireplace. The other two roommates in the dormitory were also there at the moment. Seeing Harry coming, they made a space for him, and the chattering started again. Lively discussion.
"Rolph, let's continue talking. The magical world is so amazing. Wizards actually ride on carrier rockets when they go out! There are also rockets! The name sounds very powerful. Our planes are simply inferior. Although there are A jetpack can take people to the sky, but disposable high-energy batteries are controlled items. If you don't become a soldier, you probably won't be able to touch them in your life."
Compared to Harry, Justin Finch-Fletchley, who comes from a Muggle family, is always easily excited by new things in the wizarding world. Obviously, the flying thing has touched his excitement point. In the Muggle world , aircraft are quite common, and with the advent of a somewhat outrageous energy source like high-energy batteries, the technology tree that Muggles clicked crookedly is a bit too much to be honest.
"What's even more amazing is the Muggle airplane, right? An iron lump weighing dozens of tons can go up to the sky at will, and you don't have magic yet. This is incredible."
Rolf Scamander has no prejudice against Muggles, but is also very curious about this strange world next to them. When their family studies magical creatures, they will inevitably come into contact with ordinary creatures, and those who do not possess magical powers The creatures are also fascinating.
"Then let me talk about the latest Nimbus 2000? Nimbus Company has done something big this time. Their newly designed Nimbus 2000 intercontinental missile has completely revolutionized the Quidditch game mode. It is agile, high-speed, and super durable. The rockets used before always seemed stiff when turning, but the new model completely avoids this shortcoming."
As soon as the topic of Quidditch was mentioned, Rolf became excited. As a native wizard, his enthusiasm for Quidditch was no less than that of Muggles and football.
"I can't wait to see this year's Quidditch World Cup, but the tactical changes brought about by the new missiles should not appear so soon. The next one, which is the next Quidditch World Cup hosted by England, will definitely The most exciting one ever!”
"Four years from now, the new Quidditch tactics based on missiles will be absolutely wonderful!"
"That's great, Rolf, you must be very good at flying, right?" When Rolf moistened his mouth with lemon juice, Neville said with a bit of envy, "I've never ridden one before. I'm standing on There are already endless troubles on the ground, so I think grandma is right in not letting me get close."
Although a somewhat dejected Neville was looking forward to Tuesday's flying lesson, he seemed not so confident that he could ride it steadily.
"What are you afraid of, Neville, there will always be a first time."
Harry smiled and put his arms around Neville's shoulders, patting his shoulders to encourage him, "This is my first time doing this, but I think I can fly pretty well."
"Huh?" Rolf put down the cup and looked at Harry, "You're not...Harry, did you ride it during the holidays? Which one did you buy?"
Rolf, who reacted instantly, guessed the answer. Harry grew up in a Muggle family. If there was a chance to be exposed to rockets and rocket bombs, it would definitely be during the remaining holidays after going to Diagon Alley.
"Well, I went to my grandpa's house during the holidays. There was a deserted mountain nearby. Since magic was allowed by default before going to Hogwarts, then it wouldn't be too much to fly in the sky, right? No one saw it."
"I bought a Nimbus 2000, and now I don't know if the professor will allow me to use it in school."
"First grade can participate..."
"Nimbus 2000!"
After Luo Fu spoke in surprise, the people sitting in other seats also cast curious glances. Suddenly, he lowered his voice and asked with some excitement: "You bought it and brought it with you?"
"Well, it's better to act than to have a heartbeat. If you like it, buy it."
"Two hundred and thirty galleons..." Luofu frowned sadly, "I'm still a little short of the pocket money I've saved in the past few years. It's a pity."
"It's okay. A new model will be released next year. If there is not enough to buy a new one, the old one will definitely be discounted."
"That's right." Luo Fu, who was in a better mood, showed his white teeth, "Then I will buy it next year. I will definitely save enough money next year. If it doesn't work, I will pick up lightning feathers and thunderbird feathers. It can be sold for twenty or thirty Galleons, just two sticks from the bird's nest are enough. The worst I can do is get scolded by grandpa, so I can just hide behind grandma's back."
"Hiss~" Neville gasped in shock, "What kind of family do you have? Can you even have a thunderbird at home?!"
"Ah haha, it's all my grandpa who's so good." Luofu scratched his head a little embarrassed. He actually didn't like attracting attention, but what he heard was from a good friend in the dormitory, so he just said it, "You guys I can send you one for your birthday, and grandpa will agree. He doesn’t like me taking things from home and reselling them, but there’s no problem if I give them to friends.”
Luofu patted his chest and said proudly, these things are really not rare in his family. If we talk about his family's wealth, maybe Hagrid, who has plundered (picked up rags) the entire Forbidden Forest for 50 years, can compare with Newt. Everyone compares their inventory.
To be honest, even Newt from the Master of Fantastic Beasts couldn't afford Hagrid's unicorn rugs on the floor. He doesn't have dozens and hundreds of unicorns in his zoo, so he is blessed by nature. The Forbidden Forest can support so many powerful magical creatures.
