"Excellent, Mr. Green! A few more loops—upward! Push your broom upward!"
Madam Hooch's eagle-like eyes locked onto Sean, her voice brimming with rare enthusiasm as she steadied a wobbly first-year who'd tumbled off their broom. "Keep your body leaning forward, legs slightly back, and—look up!"
Sean streaked across the sky like a shooting star. He wasn't the fastest, but his movements were smooth and practiced, as if he were a Quidditch player who'd honed their skills for years on the pitch.
The Hufflepuff first-years, still struggling with their own brooms, couldn't help but look up at the agile eagle soaring above. They glanced back at their disobedient broomsticks with a mix of frustration and envy.
Flying lessons ended quickly. Sean landed on the grass, his face pale. His stamina had reached its limit, but a faint warmth pulsed through his body, sustaining him and letting him savor this hard-earned freedom.
When he checked his status panel, he froze.
[Name: Sean Green]
[Title: Fledgling Flyer]
[Slightly enhances sensitivity to a broom's magical energy, slightly boosts flying talent]
[Wizard Sean, Flying Talent: Gold. Note: Average wizards are Green]
[Progress: Beginner Flying Skills, unlocks beginner-level flying title]
[Evaluation: You are a one-in-a-million genius in the flying domain. In your hands, a broom is as obedient as a puppy. With your remarkable willpower, you are destined to become the greatest Quidditch player of the century.]
Gold… a golden legend?!
Sean held his breath.
Wait—remarkable willpower? What did that mean?
"Alright, everyone, off the pitch! And you reckless lot, I hope you've learned your lesson!" Madam Hooch's sharp gaze swept the field. The young witches and wizards nodded meekly, some blushing in embarrassment over their mishaps, especially under the scrutiny of their disheveled, robe-crooked flying instructor.
"Mr. Green, you stay behind," she called.
Sean, still lost in thought, nodded instinctively.
"Oh, child…" Madam Hooch approached quickly once the others had left. "You've got a lot of questions, don't you?"
"Yes, Madam Hooch. I was wondering—is a wizard's willpower what determines their flying talent?"
"Smart little eagle," she said with a grin. "Most wizards just ride their brooms, but for a select few…" She raised her hand, and her broom snapped into it instantly. "They command them."
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As Sean left the pitch, Madam Hooch's crisp words echoed in his mind:
"If you watch Quidditch players closely, you'll notice most are tall and sturdy. Some think only big wizards can take the field, but that's not entirely true. When a wizard's under pressure, their magic becomes more vibrant. That energy often strengthens their physique."
She'd given Sean a knowing look, patted his shoulder, and walked off.
What could be more thrilling than soaring through the sky on a broom? Sean thought. It was like how playing basketball could make you taller.
So, flying practice was added to his ever-growing list—maybe it'd even improve his health.
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Flying lessons and Quidditch were eternal topics among the young witches and wizards, and today, a new name was on everyone's lips: a genius flyer.
"Sean, they're saying you're a Quidditch star in the making!" Justin said, laughing. "But you've never even touched the wizarding world before this. I bet Ernie's head is still spinning from falling off his broom, or he'd remember that."
In the Charms classroom, Michael had somehow claimed the seat to Sean's right. "Sean, if I apprentice under you, will you teach me flying tricks? Master—"
"Brooms are powered by charms," Sean interrupted, ignoring Michael's exaggerated deference. "When you sense the charms woven into the broom, you can guide them with a bit of magic…"
Michael and the nearby students, eavesdropping eagerly, looked like they'd been hit with a Confundus Charm after Sean's second sentence. Their eyes glazed over, their expressions blank.
Justin and a few others, prepared with quills, scribbled notes. But when Sean got to, "Use a touch weaker than faint magic to guide the steering charm, and slightly stronger magic for the braking charm…" the rest of the listeners gave up entirely.
Only Michael kept writing, muttering, "Sense the charms, guide faint magic… sounds like some mysterious alchemy…"
Sean stopped mid-sentence, not just because Professor Flitwick had entered the room, but because his mind was racing with new ideas.
If awakening magical power could improve a wizard's physique, could a frail body hinder that awakening—or its development?
Was that why casting charms and brewing potions was so hard for him? Was his magical power just too weak? He recalled something Barty Crouch Jr. had once said: The Killing Curse requires immense magical power as a foundation… You lot would probably just give me a nosebleed.
Maybe Sean was the same. His magical reserves might be too low to cast spells easily, even with strong willpower. He needed better technique, sharper focus.
What about Transfiguration? Sean suspected a wizard's willpower was a key part of magic, especially in Transfiguration, where it played a dominant role—one that raw magical power couldn't override.
And flying? That required barely any magical power, just guidance.
Understanding his strengths gave Sean new clarity and direction.
"Alright, alright, I know flying's exciting," Professor Flitwick said, his voice carrying a peculiar charm that made every student, even the Slytherins, turn to him with respect. "But if you haven't forgotten your Levitation Charm, why not make the feather in front of you float—like it's riding a broom—and spin it twice?"
As soon as he finished, Justin waved his wand, incanting the spell. His feather, as if making up for his earlier flying mishaps, rose swiftly and spun gracefully.
"Mr. Finnegan, splendid progress!" Flitwick's high-pitched voice rang out, earning smiles from the class.
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