Hogwarts, where the stars shine

In a flash, Thursday came. The sun was just right outside and the breeze was not dry. It was a rare good weather.

On this sunny day, Slytherin freshmen will have their first flying lesson.They had been discussing this animatedly for many days.

In the afternoon, the freshmen couldn't wait to leave the castle, hurried down the steps and came to the field in front of the door.

When the smiling Slytherin students came to the grass next to the Forbidden Forest, the smiles on their faces disappeared.The Gryffindor students were already standing there, their broomsticks neatly arranged on the ground.

The joy of being about to ride on a broomstick and fly into the sky made everyone forget for a moment that this class was with Gryffindor.

Now that they saw the lion cubs who had been waiting there for a long time, the joy of the little snakes was instantly diluted, and even their yearning for flying lessons was reduced.

The feud between the two colleges has been going on for a long time. Ever since the founders of the two colleges had different philosophies on admissions and education, the snake and the lion have been hand in hand for thousands of years, disapproving of each other.

For thousands of years, either the east wind has prevailed over the west wind, or the west wind has prevailed over the east wind.

The word "harmony" seems to be missing from both sides' lexicon.As time goes by, the hatred between the two colleges not only has not been resolved, but has become deeper and deeper.

Today, the conflicts between the two sides are no longer limited to the school, nor are they differences in educational philosophies.Even after entering society, graduates from the two colleges cannot pee in the same pot and often have different opinions.

The mounting conflicts between the two parties are particularly evident in the education of their children.

The criticism of persecuting old enemies naturally starts from childhood.Since childhood, many children have had their parents intentionally or unintentionally sow the seeds of hatred and instill in them a disdain for another college.

Slytherin students are all bad guys, and the school is characterized by the abundance of dark wizards, which can be called the cradle of dark wizards.

Gryffindor students are all reckless. The hallmarks of the school are arrogance, arrogance, and a distinctive idiotic bravery.

This subtle influence has caused some children to say bluntly before entering school: If I were sorted into Gryffindor (Slytherin), I would drop out of school and go home.

After coming to Hogwarts to go to school, I should have taken the opportunity to stay away from the influence of my parents to resolve the grievances between the two parties and turn the hostility into friendship.However, the seeds of hatred between the two sides were not eliminated, but took root and sprouted in each other's hearts.

In Slytherin House, in addition to pure-blood superiority, killing the hostile Gryffindor house is also a form of political correctness.

This perspective is passed down from the top, starting with the upperclassmen, through the underclassmen, and on to the incoming freshmen.Passed down from generation to generation for thousands of years.

Under the further influence of the internal atmosphere of the college, the seeds that took root seemed to have received sunlight, water and fertilizer, and began to grow vigorously until they became towering trees.

This is true for Slytherin House, and it is also true for Gryffindor House. This thousand-year hatred is mutual.

There was a gentle breeze blowing on the field, the grass was waving slightly under the students' feet, and the dark trees in the distance were swaying in the wind.

The Slytherin students, including Mesa, entered the venue and chose a spot opposite the Gryffindor students.The eyes of the two parties collided on the field, and there were faint sparks in the air.

Silvery white and golden red, the two sides are clearly distinct, as if they are two rivers that will never meet.

After a while, their teacher Ms. Huo Qi came.Ms. Huo Qi has short gray hair and two yellow eyes, as sharp as the eyes of an eagle.

"Okay, what are you all waiting for?" she snapped. "Everyone stand next to a broomstick. Hurry, hurry, hurry up."

Hearing this, the students quickly stood next to a broomstick.

Mesa lowered his head and glanced at the broomstick at his feet. It was old and broken, with some branches sticking out in random directions, like a crooked tree branch.

Looking at this weird broomstick, Mesa felt a dull pain in his lower body.

In the past few days, Mesa has occasionally heard people complain about the broomsticks provided by the school.It is said that some brooms will tremble when you fly too high, and others will always tilt slightly to the left.

Before she had time to think too much, Ms. Huo Qi had already started teaching her first class.

"Put your right hand over the broom handle," Ms. Hooch shouted from the front, "and say, 'Get up!'"

According to Ms. Hooch, Mesa raised his right hand and shouted: "Get up!"

The broomstick at his feet was very obedient. As soon as he heard the call, he immediately jumped into Mesa's hand.It was as if Mesa's evil reputation had reached the broom shed.

Mesa secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Although he looked calm just now and gave orders in a leisurely manner, in fact he was more nervous than anyone present.

Everyone is naturally beautiful, but Mesa is born to be strong. He doesn't like to fall behind others, even though this is his first time touching a broomstick.

Holding the broomstick firmly in his hand, Mesa, who was quite comfortable, began to observe other people on the field.

There were only a few obedient broomsticks, and most of them flew halfway and fell back to the ground, or rolled around on the ground, and some simply stayed still without giving any face.

If the broomstick in Mesa's hand was lying on the ground motionless just now, he would definitely find an opportunity to poke it out.A disobedient broomstick should be turned into firewood.

After everyone had their broomsticks in their hands, Ms. Huo Qi continued the flying lesson.She began to demonstrate the correct posture for riding a broomstick and corrected the students' hand grips.

After a few minutes, Ms. Hooch took the silver whistle into her mouth.Students will try flying for the first time after hearing Ms. Hooch's whistle.

After the countdown ended, as the sharp whistle sounded, a group of students jumped into the air one after another, floating a few feet above the ground.

Mesa was also carried off the ground by the broomstick. He carefully looked down at the grassland under his feet...it was completely different from standing on a tall building. This was a very novel feeling.

The air blew through his hair, his robe fluttered behind him, and even the breeze blowing by his ears became alive.

Even though it was only a few feet above the ground, Mesa loved the feeling of being untethered.If possible, he would like to fly freely in the sky without the help of a broomstick.

In ancient Greece, there was Icarus who flew towards the sun, in the ancient East there was Shun who flew in a bamboo hat, and there are also stories of thousands of households flying into the sky... From ancient times to the present, human beings have never given up their yearning for the sky.

Of course, not everyone can enjoy flying like Mesa and experience this novel feeling with all their heart.

Some people may be born with a fear of heights, and they tremble on their broomsticks; some people are familiar with the road, flying higher and higher amidst Ms. Huo Qi’s scolding; some people have no intention of flying, and they are mocking those cowards with smiles and using His own eyes cursed his old enemy.

Under the command of Ms. Huo Qi, the students continued to rise and fall, trying their best to become familiar with how to control the broomstick.Students were given permission to fly higher next class.

Soon, the first flying lesson for the freshmen ended.

Still unfinished, Mesa fell back to the ground. Although the earth under his feet was solid and thick, he missed the feeling of flying just now.

On the way back to the castle, everyone talked and laughed, excitedly exchanging their feelings about flying.But amid the laughter, there are always some inappropriate sounds.

Maybe it's because you couldn't get enough of scolding each other with your eyes during the flying lesson, or maybe it's because your feet touch the ground again, allowing the virus of hatred to reoccupy the high ground.Snake and lion, who originally did not interfere with each other, gradually began to interact, and the scope of interaction began to shift to each other's parents.

As the students from the two colleges walked up the sloping grass toward the castle, the smell of gunpowder in the air became stronger and stronger.