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I don't know Tonks age. So I put her into the fifth grade for the plot's sake.
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Putting the meeting with the Metamorpomagus to a latter part of his agenda, Richard started to think deeply. How to affect the story line? As far as he considered, there were only few memorable moments in the story to make it interesting. The levitation charm lesson, the mountain troll, midnight duel, flying session, quddich finals,the detention in the dark forest, meeting fluffy for the first time and lastly facing the challenges set by the teacher and facing Quirrelmort. And with how he had lost his chance to shine in the potions class, Richard was hell bent on making the most of the next events.
"Good job Mr Cloverfield"
Richard was pulled out of his dreams by professor McGonagall, who inspected his transfigured needle. Richard nodded his head with pride as he revelled in the compliment. It had taken him days to get the grip on transfiguring objects without turning them into swords. And surprisingly enough, what helped him achive this was a single statement from Xianxia novels that he had grown bored of.
"Anything can become a sword"
Richard only had to imagine a sword shaped like a needle to transfigure the matchstick, which was quite easy for him.
As soon as the class ended, students rushed out from the hall with unusual amounts of energy, speaking with each other with great emphasis. At first Richard was puzzled, but he quickly remembered the reason after catching snippets of their conversations.
Their first flying lesson was today. Excitement began to buid up in Richard's chest as he along with the rest of the overexcited students rushed towards the great outsides.
And in the lawn opposite to the dark forest, a grey haired professor with hawk like eyes, madam Hooch stood in the evening sun, while tens of brooms laid neatly on the grass beneath her feet.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" She barked, "everyone step to the left side of your broomstick, hold your arm and say 'up' "
"Up!" The students shouted in unison, but only few managed to grab the broom on the first try.
'Thwack'
This of course included Richard, whose broom flew up in such speeds, that it smacked loudly into his palm. While rubbing his reddening palm Richard mentally noted himself, not to command his broom with all his magic circuits open in the future.
It took a few minutes, but eventually everyone was able to call up their broomsticks.
"Now that you gotten hold of your broom, I want you to mount it" Madam Hooch instructed " and grip it tight, you don't want to be sliding off the other end"
Richard lifted his leg before placing it right underneath his bottom, gripping the middle of the broom with considerable strength. He felt the broom come to life as he mounted it, almost humming, but he dismissed the feeling, concentrating on the workings on the broom itself.
'Structural identification '
Skipping the materials used, Richard dived straight into the enchantments. Something he had come to know through sheer luck, was that he could learn other enchantments by understanding their structure.
Flying enchantment, cushioning enchantment, Unbreakable charm....
Richard quickly grasped the spell structures and managed to learn spells that would take many adult wizards months to learn within a matter of seconds.
"Did your broom just glow?..." Hermione, who stood right next to Richard questioned.
"No, you must've seen things" Richard quickly ended the spell, before directing his attention back to Madam Hooch.
"Good" seeing all the students on their brooms, Madam Hooch said,"Now when I blow my whistle, I want each of you to kick off from the ground hard. Then hover for a moment, lean forward slightly and finally touch back down". She then put her whistle on her lips before blowing it.
'Phweeeet'
The shrill sound of the whistle overtook the silence, but not for long.
'AAaaaaaahhhhhh!!!!!'
Neville Longbottom became the victim of a broom accident. It started well. He kicked off the ground a little hard, but still was able to hover for a moment. But then it all went haywire.
Richard's eyes followed the boy as he flew in hoops, spun around before falling towards the ground. But unfortunately the poor boy held onto the broom a little too long before letting go. And by the time his hands slipped, he was more than forty feet high. High enough to leave him in the infirmary for shattered bones at the least. And Madam Hooch was just too far.
"Cushion"
Immediately, Richard activated his magic circuits before using the enchantment he had just learned on the ground beneath Neville. And the moment he fell, Neville bounced back up in almost comical fashion before face planting on the soft grass, hard.
"Ooof!"
Richard flinched as he saw Neville face planting the earth like a diving dolphin. And he could've sworn that he heard a crack too. Remembering how he instructed Neville to never let go of his broom while they were conversing along the hall, Richard began to feel a little bit guilty.
"Ooooòoh dear, broken teeth, broken nose, cracked jaw and a twisted arm." Madam Hooch evaluated as she lifted the whimpering boy up. "You my boy, are going to stay in the infirmary for a few hours.. come along then". She pulled the boy up before turning back to face the rest of the students.
"Everyone, keep your feet on the grounds and brooms on hand while I take Mr Longbottom to the Hospital wing. And if I see a single broom in the air, the one mounting it will be out of Hogwarts before they can even say Quiddich."
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Sorry for the late update. The app stopped properly for the last couple of days.