Harry Potter: Reborn as Lockhart

Chapter 8



Title: Flying



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When Professor Slughorn asks me to stay here I immediately answer. "Yes sir, that is no problem for me."



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Then after the class is finished I obviously got my Mind Opening Potion… then when all of the students are our Slughorn opens another one of his drawers in his desk and brings out a small bottle and drinks from it.



Immediately mind goes to the worst possibility like a Polyjuice Potion or something like that. 


Immediately as soon as I see that even though my face has a normal expression my tongue splits and takes a different form and while the professor drinks another gulp. That is when my tongue comes out for a split second and 'smells' what was in the bottle… oh… it's just normal Fire Whiskey…


Then when he finished that he said. "Sorry just taking some of my medications."


That is definitely a lie since I already know what was in that bottle. But I just smile at him and say. "Don't worry about it professor. Just make sure that you take your medication in time."


Then he just keeps smiling. "You sure are a nice kid Gilderoy. That is a long name. Can I call you Gil."



I smile back and say. "Of course sir."


He just nods and sits down on his desk. "I just wanted to ask you… to join my Slug Club. A place where you can meet talented youngsters like you… and also make connections and get to know each other."


I acted like I was thinking about the prospect of joining and said. "Yes sir I would be honoured to join this club. But what are its activities as a club."


Then he gets an excited look on his face and says. "Oh Gil I am sure that you will love it."



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And after explaining to me what happens on the Slug Club… it could have been shortly summarised to… we just hang around, eat and do nothing.



So after that he let me go. He told me that the first meeting would be this saturday. Well I need to start building connections anyway… though hanging around kids is… going to be boring. I have to look at the positives at least kids are manipulated easier than adults.



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And just like that another day passed. I had Astronomy last night… which was kind of boring but I still forced myself to study it and pay attention. I learned that in college in my first world.

Anyway  today is a new day… and I have flying lessons. Flying sounds like something that might be fun.


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When we arrive at the outside of the castle where the flying class is held we see brooms lined up. Then we followed instructions from the A History of Brooms. Which is pretty much a book about all of the types of brooms and how the first one was made and so. It had no real practical advice. But it did have instructions on the classes, on what we would be holding and what we will be learning.


First we picked a broom from the broom closet. They were around the same trashy quality. 


So here we are waiting for our professor to arrive. At least this class is with Hufflepuffs. People used to say don't think that every Slytherin is bad… well most of them will be future death eaters so… yeah… definitely not trusting those guys.



Then the teacher arrived, it was a younger madam Hooch from the Harry Potter canon timeline. Then as she strode forward she said. "Good afternoon class."


We all answered. "Good afternoon madam Hooch."


Then she goes in the front and turns around with her face towards us. Then she gives a slight smile while saying. "Welcome to your first flying lesson. Well what are you waiting for. Put your brooms on the ground and put your right hand over the broom and say up."



I have had very little experience using brooms since I live in a mostly normal neighbourhood with non magical people. But as other children keep barking up… I just look at my broom and whisper. "Up."



*fwoosh*



It immediately flies into my hand gently. I obviously have a little experience using them. Though mostly in my own bedroom. I used to read books while flying in a broom.



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After some time and some mistakes the other kids finally get the brooms to fly on their hands… some on their faces too. And so after that is done Professor Hooch just looks at all of us with a viper like intensity. Then she says with a sharp voice. "Ok now mount your brooms… when I blow the whistle I want you to kick off the ground and keep your brooms steady, hover for a moment and lean forward slightly then touch back down."


Then she looks at us and takes out her whistle which is tied to a necklace around her neck. "3...2...1…". 


*whistle*


Then we all kick off and some hover slightly above ground. Some other kids fall down immediately and are not able to fly. Obviously I am not one of them. I easily hover. 


Brooms don't work like with just willpower and fly however you mentaly order it to. They are kind of like bikes… that fly… so not really like bikes at all. 


Anyway after some hovering. I decide to put the plan that I came up with into action.
I turn around and lie on a broom like a bed. I just look up at the sky with my hands behind my head. Like I am completely relaxed.


When madam Hooch notices me. She just looked at me, her face completely calm but her eyes had a look of...



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AUTHOR NOTE:

(You know some professors really are assh*les… like literally. WTF dude we all worked hard and he just sh*t over all our presentations. Like c'mon dude you didn't say that there needed to be more calculations on it. I even sent it to him by email before the lessons and he said that everything was OK with it…)


P.S: Sorry I am just a little salty...