LRAB Chapter 296 Takeoff
Chapter 296 Takeoff
Chapter 296 Takeoff
Today was a gloomy day, with dark clouds swirling in the sky and stretching all the way to the edge of the mountains.
On a normal day like this, Loila would probably choose to stay in bed and study magic arrays—but unfortunately, as someone who has to go to work, this is just too difficult.
She pursed her lips, glanced out the window, and then looked at the woman in the lounge.
"Are you ready, Miss Hamilton?" asked Madam Hooch, who was wearing goggles and was Hogwarts' flying broomstick teacher, and the most skilled flyer of all the teachers.
She had short hair, and looked very neat and tidy—a bit—a bit cool!
I feel like the kind of person who would ride a broomstick and fly under someone's window at night, making a huge noise.
There's only one reason she's here, and that's why Loila is so terrified right now.
One student drew the aerial duel.
And the referee happened to be Professor Loila Hamilton.
Why—why me?—Roy really wanted to ask for leave, or ask another professor to help him—but Professor McGonagall seemed to have gone to the Ministry of Magic with Headmaster Dumbledore today.
And the other professors were not very familiar to her—Miss Heero could not have too much contact with them—Professor Snape just sneered—Hagrid—could Hagrid ride a broom?
After much thought—it seems there's no one who can help me.
Actually, Loira had also considered Peterson, but their relationship seemed a bit awkward lately—whenever she went to him, it was always to ask for his help or something—how embarrassing!
And brooms and such—Loila really wanted to challenge herself, even though she had never successfully flown on a broom before—but this time Professor Hooch was leading her, wasn't he?
She's an expert—flying with an expert like her might help me overcome my fear of heights!
Maybe I can learn to ride a broom too!
So, with no one to help her and herself ready to take on the challenge, Loila waited anxiously for this day to arrive.
"Are you ready, Professor Hamilton?" Professor Hodge asked again when she received no response. She walked over to Loila and patted her on the shoulder.
"Don't worry, Professor Hamilton, I'll make you feel as comfortable as if you were lying in bed."
"Hmm." Loila looked out the window at the biting wind and gloomy atmosphere, and couldn't see anything about it that had to do with the bed.
"I—I'm a little afraid of heights—" she said honestly.
"It's alright." Professor Hodge shrugged. "A fear of heights is just a matter of not having learned to ride a broom. Mr. Longbottom has already learned to ride a broom, and Professor Hamilton won't be afraid once he learns."
What is Mr. Longbottom? — Well — Mr. Longbottom isn't very good at magic arrays — he only seems to be quite adept at herbalism.
Professor Huo Qi, seeing that Loila was still worried, smiled gently and removed the flask from her waist: "Want some?"
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Seeing Loila's questioning look, Professor Hooch shrugged: "Not drinking? Then forget it." She put the pot on the table and then pulled Loila's arm out of the lounge.
There was a broom sitting on the open ground outside the lounge.
This broom seems to have been specially modified, with two seats on it.
"There's still a while before it starts, Professor Hamilton, would you like to take a break?" She flicked her wand: "Broomstick, come here!"
He grabbed the broom and then flipped himself onto it.
This is... isn't this a little too fast?!
Loila was caught completely off guard when Professor Hodge pulled her onto the broom.
"As a beginner, Professor Hamilton, you'd better buckle up."
"seat belt?"
I've never heard of anything like this on a broom before — wait, how come it actually exists?
Loila stared in astonishment at the rope beside her seat—
Then she looked at the rather small seat again—she seemed to realize something.
Could this be some kind of parent-child set?
It's one of those brooms where the parents are in front and a little kid is behind, right?
It's a little... a little embarrassing!
Blushing, Loila obediently fastened her seatbelt, then reached out and hugged Professor Hochi's lower back amidst his smile.
"Hold on tight, Professor Hamilton." She said, flicking her wrists and lifting her legs, and Loila felt a sense of weightlessness—followed by a gust of wind.
"Ugh!"
She let out a scream that was instantly swallowed by the wind, and then Professor Huo Qi carried her into the sky.
Mrs. Hooch was indeed very skilled with a broom, but it made no difference to Loila; she only felt the howling wind—and the emptiness of her feet leaving the ground.
Unlike riding a unicorn, she didn't even dare to open her eyes while riding a broom!
It's terrifying that such a big person has to rely on such a small stick for support!
And it's so cold out there!
"Alas!"
But Professor Hodge seemed to enjoy it; she let out a joyful shout and then swooped down on her broom.
The broom swept across the surface of the Black Lake and then suddenly rose up, darting back and forth along the spires of Hogwarts Castle.
Even without opening her eyes, Loila felt like she was about to faint.
This is—this is torture!
Help!
Loila couldn't even scream anymore; she only felt terror—and—and emptiness.
Am I already dead?
Why do I feel...? It feels so ethereal... Everything feels so light and airy...
"Professor Hamilton? Professor Hamilton?"
"Ugh!" Loila was jolted back to her senses by the sudden tug, only to find herself sitting in the lounge without even realizing it.
"How is it? Isn't it interesting?" Mrs. Hooch said, walking to the table and casually picking up the pot.
"Hmm?" She took a sip of what was inside and smacked her lips.
"It seems like it was forgotten to be covered; the taste is a bit strange."
She muttered to herself, then pursed her lips and looked at Loila: "Would you like something to drink?"
"No—no need." Loila felt her teeth chattering as soon as she opened her mouth.
Oh, how scary! I don't want to ride a broom or anything like that!
"The next match is between Harry Potter from Gryffindor and Cedric Diggory from Hufflepuff."
"It seems like it's about to begin." Seeing that Loila didn't seem to intend to drink, Mrs. Hooch took another sip herself.
Then he said, "Shall we go?"
"Huh?"
Before I knew it—and once again, unprepared, Loila was dragged to the broom.
Mrs. Hooch climbed onto the broom and then took another sip from the kettle.
Looking at her, Loila couldn't help but wonder if it was some kind of magic potion that could make people unafraid of heights.
Could I have some?
"Would you like some?" Professor Hooch seemed to have read Loila's mind. She shrugged and handed her the pitcher again. "This is good wine."
"You need some to warm up before flying in winter."
What?! You were driving under the influence?!
Wait a minute—is there a rule that you can't drink alcohol while riding a broom?
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