Chapter 11

This herbal medicine course is one of the few courses in this school year, which is taught by hutchpatch and Gryffindor. Although there may be changes in the next academic year, it is the most appropriate time for Marca to get close to the Harry trio.

Speaking of Harry, the boy who survived the disaster is struggling with the flebber caterpillar on the stem and leaf! Yes, that's right. It's the kind that Michael Connor, who has a weak sense of existence, swallowed raw when he was a child. They especially like lettuce, but generally they eat plants.

When Ron crowded over to ask Marca about Snape in potion class, Marca was thinking about the caterpillar! These guys are ten inches long, not much shorter than Marca's wand. God knows how Michael swallowed it when he was a child!

"Is it something to eat after being bitten off?" Maka thought and shuddered.

"... what bite before you eat? Are you thinking about what to eat for lunch?" Ron looked at Marca suspiciously and then said, "forget about lunch. Tell me! How did you provoke Snape? We'll start his class tomorrow. I heard from predecessors that he always favors students in his own college, and I don't know if it's true."

Maka just recovered and shook her head helplessly.

"Who told you that I provoked Professor Snape? This is not death." he explained the specific situation briefly, but Hermione couldn't help coming together.

"Hey! I say, Professor Snape really said that?" Hermione said with a little excitement. "That's Arsene Gigg's pharmacological formula. It's authority! How can he say it's a mistake so casually!"

Then Hermione calmed down again and looked at Marca apologetically.

"Sorry, I'm not saying there's something wrong with questioning authority, but..." she hesitated and was a little skeptical. "I mean, is that quantitative constant really an unnecessary constant?"

"That should be right." Marca nodded and explained to Hermione in a low voice. Hermione interrupted as she listened, but seemed a little convinced.

"What are they talking about?" Ron turned to Harry.

"Maybe it's the content of the potion class." Harry had finished his toss by now. A frober caterpillar twisted and struggled in his gloved right hand, but could not escape the evil claw that prevented it from eating.

"So we're going to learn that... I mean, what they're talking about?" Ron hesitated a few more words, then looked back at Harry.

Harry shook his head. All he knew was that he didn't understand. "Should... No?"

Ron looked at Marca and Hermione in the whispering discussion again, then gave up and continued to fatten the herbs.

"Marca, who has always been clean and tidy, and Hermione, who has always been messy, are rare," he whispered, puzzled.

"Then, Marca, who has been lying in bed and can't get up, is an excellent student."

Before the beginning of school, Maka lived in the burrow for a long time. Ron thinks he is still very familiar with him. Although he looks smart and calm, he is actually lazy and sleepy in bed! It seems that the result is not what he imagined at all. He once thought he had found a good partner similar to himself!

"... maybe you can ask him for help with your homework?" Ron suddenly came up with the idea, at least he thought it was a great idea.

Behind the herbal medicine internship class is the flight class that many people are looking forward to. Maka and Ravenclaw took this course together.

Maka naturally looks forward to this course that allows people to fly freely in mid air, but he is not sure if he will encounter any difficulties. To be honest, his sense of direction is not very good at ordinary times. If he flies to the sky, will he really be unable to find the north.

The first class of flying class was held on the side of the main gate of Hogwarts castle, where there was a slightly concave flat ground, and the grass on the ground swayed slowly with the breeze, looking vibrant.

Looking to the East, you can see the edge of a dark forest, with tall tree crowns rippling in the wind.

Hufflepuff's badgers were already standing on the ground. They looked at Ravenclaw's classmates coming slowly here, and Mrs. Hodge, the flight teacher, was loudly urging them to walk faster.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" she snapped. "Everyone stands next to a flying broom. Come on, come on, hurry up."

Mrs. Hodge's short gray hair was set up like a steel needle, which could not even be blown by the wind; With yellow eyes, it looks like an eagle strictly urging its young birds.

Maka chose one of the brooms that looked pleasing to the eye from the brooms neatly arranged on the ground, stood quietly next to it, and watched other students hurry to find their own place to stand.

"Put your right hand over the broomstick," cried Mrs. Hodge in front, "and say, 'get up!'

"Get up!" in Mrs. Hodge's strict tone, everyone seemed to be affected, and even the shouting was more orderly.

The broom jumped into Marca's hand obediently. He felt the strange and fresh taste and thought it seemed not bad.

However, other students may not be so smooth. Some brooms jumped a little in place, and others rolled on the ground. Ernie's broom even jumped into the air and hit his palm red.

It seems that this thing also has something to do with talent. After all, there are only a few people who can normally fall into their hands.

Then Mrs. Hodge showed them how to ride on the broom without sliding down from the head. She walked up and down the line, corrected the students' hand grip, and criticized those who were always bad at it from time to time.

"Well, as soon as I whistle, you kick your legs off the ground and push hard," said Mrs. Hodge. "Hold the broom firmly, rise a few feet, then lean forward slightly and fall vertically back to the ground. Listen to my whistle - three - two -"

"Oh --!" Maka looked at the ground farther and farther away from herself and couldn't help exclaiming. This feeling is really unprecedented fun.

Mrs. Hodge walked back and forth, observing everyone. Of course, there are many people who can't fly at all. Those brooms don't seem to listen to them, but nothing special happened.

"Mr. McLean, you're higher than I said," Mrs. Hodge shouted at Marca. "Get down and be safe!"

Maka was stunned and found that she did fly higher than others. She quickly leaned forward a little according to what Mrs. Hodge said just now, and the broom immediately fell down honestly.

"Well done," Mrs. Hodge patted Maka on the shoulder. "The first thing a novice should pay attention to is safety. Step by step is the most correct choice."

Marca nodded, but thought to herself, "next week you'll see Neville and Harry soaring! Of course, the former is literally, whew -"

"Mrs. Hodge, I was wondering how to remedy a novice who accidentally fell off the broom?" thought of this, Maka suddenly turned her mind and said.

He still likes Neville, a fat boy who is always nervous. Let Mrs. Hodge have some psychological preparation in advance, and maybe his arm won't break.

It must hurt, or Maka won't remember that scene until now.

"Just use the floating spell. Don't worry," replied Mrs. Hodge. She thought Marca was worried about her injury. "If it's too late, Mrs. Pomfrey of the school hospital will cure them. Her magic medicine has always been very effective."

"Oh! Thank you for your answer." Maka pretended to be relieved and politely expressed her thanks.

Of course, this is just a small episode in study and life. For Maka, it's just easy. In the twinkling of an eye, he forgot it.

"Ha --! It feels great!"

With Mrs. Hodge's permission, Maka got a low altitude flight. It took him a long time to apply. He's enjoying it now!

The strong wind came to Maka's face, whimpered in Maka's ear, and blew his robes. In Maka's control, the broom took him to the left and right, looking like a shark sprinting in the water.

Although the shark is a little too close to the bottom of the sea.

"Be careful --! Slow down! Slow down! Come on, do as I say --!" Mrs. Hodge shouted below, but Marca's ears were full of wind, and she couldn't hear it.

After a while, the addicted Maka finally slowed down. He suddenly pulled the handle of the broom and dropped his head, drawing a beautiful arc in mid air.

Before landing, Marka found that Mrs. Hodge's face was not right. He immediately understood what the problem was - he seemed to be too fast in the second half of the test flight.

Even if these brooms are cheap goods for practice, some seem to have some messy small problems, but they are also serious and qualified products. They are not children's toys for children.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Hodge," Maka immediately bowed her head and apologized after landing. "I was a little complacent. I didn't expect that this kind of flight would be so great. I didn't notice it for a moment."

Mrs. Hodge stared at Maka for a moment, then sighed and said, "I just said that we should step by step... However, you fly well. After studying the Quidditch safety precautions, maybe you can fly more times."

"... I'm sure you'll find how right it is to fall in love with Quidditch!"

This is Mrs. Hodge, who is so strict, fair and responsible to everyone and everything, and most importantly, she loves the Quidditch movement from the bottom of her heart.