Chapter 14: Flight Class (I)

At the Quidditch pitch.

The Slytherin students arrived here early.

Most of the first-year snakes were very interested in flying lessons, thanks to Draco's promotion - he kept bragging about his thrilling stories of riding a broom in the lounge.

Of course, the more important reason is that when they take classes with Gryffindor, their desire to win reaches its peak.

This is reflected in the fact that you must arrive at the classroom earlier than the little lions, raise your hands more times, etc.

Unlike them, Jian Yu only wanted to cause trouble.

She was carefully observing the structure of the court and the surrounding buildings.

The court was oval in shape with a small circle in the middle and more than twenty brooms on the ground. The surrounding spectator stands are carefully designed to be completely surrounded by stands.

She noticed that the principal's office was very close to here.

If a bolt of lightning were fired from here, it would surely be able to break the window.

But how can I let the principal know that I did it?

She was in a dilemma.

Soon, the Gryffindor first years also arrived on the field.

Draco and his followers immediately began to make sarcastic remarks towards Harry and Ron.

The two sides are on the verge of a fight.

But the arrival of Madam Hooch broke the deadlock. She was impatient and got straight to the point.

"Hurry up, what are you standing there for? Everyone stand next to a broom, hurry up!" Her yellow eyes swept over everyone as sharply as an eagle.

“Put your right hand over the broom handle,” she snapped, her grey hair standing on end.

"Say uP loudly!"

When the broom jumped into Jian Yu's hands, she suddenly had an idea.

That's right. All she had to do was carve her name on the broom, use the levitation spell to send it to the window of the headmaster's office, then cast a spell to break the window into pieces and throw the broom inside - wouldn't she be able to tell Dumbledore openly that it was her who did it?

But she had to find a chance... a chance where Madam Hooch wouldn't stop her.

This opportunity came soon.

"Come back, child!" Madam Hooch shouted.

The boy named Neville rose straight up, sweating profusely, and the broom did not obey him. It seemed to have its own thoughts and took him to the castle wall - once, twice, three times, and his terrified face looked at the ground that was flying away rapidly.

Finally he slipped off the broom handle, his cloak caught on the pointy top of the castle, and he was floating in the air, his limbs struggling helplessly in the air. The broom continued to rise higher and higher, and finally floated towards the forbidden forest and disappeared.

The Slytherins had already begun to whisper to each other, laughing at Neville's embarrassment.

Seeing that Madam Huo Qi was too anxious to pay attention to the situation here, Jian Yu immediately chanted a spell.

"wingardium leviosa!"

The broom with her name secretly carved on it flew up into the sky like a rocket and landed outside the window of the principal's office.

"Defodio! (Torn apart)"

Another red spell shot out from her wand - oops, it went in the wrong direction!

Considering the problem of parabola, she raised the direction of the spell a little upwards, but she didn't expect that spells in the magical world did not obey Newton's laws, but cut through the air in a straight line.

The spell hit Neville's cloak right in the air, and with the sound of cloth tearing, he screamed and fell straight down.

Fortunately, the broom with Jian Yu's name engraved on it was right below and caught him.

Neville grabbed the broom on all fours and felt alive.

In order to make it through, when he failed to achieve his goal, Jian Yu immediately repaired the second window of the principal's office and broke it into pieces.

Hit the bull's eye.

"Crackle--" The window shattered and broken glass fell to the ground.

When the broom with Jian Yu's name engraved on it saw that its rider had changed, it immediately began to resist Jian Yu's levitation spell, twisting violently in the air, rolling 360 degrees, and plunged into the hole in the window, carrying Neville away and disappearing into the headmaster's office.

Jian Yu was stunned.

Madam Hooch was dumbfounded.

The Gryffindor and Slytherin students also opened their mouths wide.

A few seconds later, thunderous applause broke out.

Harry and Ron clapped their hands until they were swollen, and Hermione's face turned red with excitement.

......

Dumbledore was making a pot of tea with honey.

He likes to add a lot of sugar cubes to make the tea sweeter. Paired with some lemon sherbet, it's perfect.

There seemed to be some noise outside the window.

He stretched himself and thought with a smile that the Quidditch players must be training again.

These kids always make a lot of noise, and being around young people makes him feel younger too.

I really miss it...

Hmm...the noise seems to be getting louder, as if it's happening on the rooftop.

It must have been a Bludger or a Quaffle that had been accidentally hit out of bounds by the Bassians, making the sound of it hitting the wall.

I have seen all sorts of scenes, he thought.

But suddenly he heard the sound of glass breaking, and he was so scared that he immediately released an armor to protect himself.

“Crackle—”

The principal's office was in a mess, with broken glass scattered all over the floor. A broom was broken into several pieces and scattered all over the furniture, with one piece even stuck in the meditation basin. Fox was frightened and was flying around the house, chirping, with feathers falling everywhere. All the portraits on the wall woke up and started talking to each other.

The principal's office has never been so lively!

Neville's face was covered in blood. He struggled to get up from the ground. He huddled and trembled, and sat aside crying. His body was covered with wounds from broken glass.

“Ahem…”

Dumbledore choked on a sip of hot tea and began to cough violently.

He had never seen such a scene before!

Madam Hooch ran as fast as she could when she was twenty years old and rushed to the principal's office.

"I'm sorry, Headmaster Dumbledore, the child's broom has lost control," she gasped for air.

Together with Dumbledore, she helped Neville up from the ground. The faces of the three were pale.

"Thank Merlin, you didn't break any arms or legs!"

At this moment, the sharp-eyed Dumbledore discovered something from the glass ruins on the ground.

He picked up a piece of broom handle, put it close to his glasses and observed it, and found a name engraved on it.

"Jade Jane?"

Mrs. Huo Qi also saw the broom handle with the name engraved on it, but after this incident, her originally balanced heart had completely turned towards Jian Yu.

You know, if Jian Yu wasn't there, if something serious happened to the students, the letters of complaint from parents would come pouring in like snowflakes!

Then her beloved position as a professor of flying classes would be at risk!

"Principal Dumbledore, I think this is a sign of Miss Jane's love for flying lessons."

"You don't know, she just bravely cast a spell and saved Neville with this broom!"

She then explained to Dumbledore what had just happened on the field.

Then she spoke well of Jian Yu in a serious manner, trying to cover up the crime of carving and damaging a public flying broom.

"To encourage her, I said that if she could fly successfully, I would reward her with a broom."

"Friendly classmates, helpful, and superb magic skills!" she emphasized.

"I think she broke down the barriers between the houses and also broke down my stereotypes about Slytherin."

She concluded.

......

Madam Hooch took Neville to the hospital wing, and Dumbledore began to cast the Cleansing.

Everything returned to normal, with only a broom handle with Jian Yu's name engraved on it to remind him of what had happened.

He placed it on his desk and stared at the broom handle in deep thought.

I always feel like something is wrong...

After a moment, he asked Fox to pass a message to several professors.

"Minerva/Filius/Severus, please come to the Headmaster's office."

The three of them arrived quickly.

Professor Snape strode into the headmaster's office with a dark face, and hissed venom as soon as he opened his mouth:

"I think you better have something urgent. The fourth years are in class, and in a few minutes the whole classroom will be blown up by the cauldron."

Dumbledore looked at the old fellow with a wry smile and handed him a cup of steaming hot honey tea:

"Excuse me, Severus, perhaps you would like some tea with honey?"

Before Snape could reply, Professor McGonagall interrupted him sternly:

"Albus, look inside, I'm afraid this tea is no longer drinkable."

Dumbledore looked closely and found that the tea was full of glass shards!

He had a heart attack and had to wave his wand to clean up the honey tea he had just brewed and taken a sip of.

Leaning back in his chair, his blue eyes twinkling, he spoke:

"It's not a big deal, I just wanted to ask about Jian Yu's recent performance in class."

Upon hearing this, Professor Snape shuddered and said coldly:

"Maybe you can put aside those groundless speculations. She is very normal, absolutely normal."

Dumbledore crossed his arms, and looked at Snape through his half-moon lenses with blue eyes, obviously puzzled:

"But I heard that her performance in all subjects is different from that of ordinary people?"

Hearing this, before Snape could get angry, Professor Flitwick stepped forward and began to defend Jian Yu:

"Oh, Albus, I don't think we should treat an 11 year old like this."

"She's creative, loves Charms, and just saved my head in her last class."

Professor McGonagall, who was always serious, nodded and smiled after hearing this:

"She's pretty good at Transfiguration, and she saved a student in my class."

"An evil person would never do that."

"Jane has a heart of gold, Albus, I don't think we should continue to spy on her."

"It's disrespectful to the good qualities of this child."

Dumbledore never expected that in just two weeks, several of his trusted and capable men would defect.

He couldn't help but start to doubt whether he had done something wrong.

Standing up, he walked to the window and looked at the Quidditch pitch:

"Minerva, I have always trusted your judgement..."

He suddenly stopped talking, his face became serious, and he stared at the court.

Following Dumbledore's gaze, Professor McGonagall also looked out the window and couldn't help but gasp.

"Merlin! What are they doing!?"