Harry Potter Broom Flying Novels & Stories

"As I settled onto the broomstick, Aunty May's hands guided mine, helping me find the perfect grip. The wooden handle felt worn and smooth beneath my fingers, like a trusted friend. With a burst of excitement, Aunty Laura shouted, 'Aerius, audi me, lignum volitaire, meccum ferre!' The air around us began to vibrate, and the broomstick shuddered to life beneath me. "We lifted off the ground, and the wind rushed past me, whipping my hair into a frenzy. The trees blurred together as we soared above the treetops, the moon casting an silver glow over the landscape. I felt a rush of exhilaration, my heart pounding in my chest. The wind buffeted me, but I felt secure, my aunties flying alongside me

Ember:pov We suddenly landed in a house which looked like a castle? "Holy crap? " Where I'm from. My eyes were bilwereded at what was in front of me? ""is this some magical island or a witch world? Oh my, I've never been in a place so magically and shining? It's only in the movie I gotta see such things. "Gosh!! Which world I'm in? Many people could be seen doing magic, some of them carried broomsticks and waned on it? "Could that make them fly? I thought within myself as I saw the most shocking things. Does it actually flu them up? Holy grap,how did they do it? A hand suddenly tapped me,.. bringing me back to reality as I exhaled.

; good for him, Jace was more than happy to clear things out. "But they don't ride broomsticks, you meathead! They use mortar, the same mortar we stole from them, remember!" "Then what is the broomstick for?" He asked back with a twitching face. "It is for stirring the damn mortar in the right direction!" Jace answered but at this moment, his and the others was already ridden with black streak. “This must be….” “Yeah, that’s right. I know stuff.”

They were standing in the windows as one big group, waiting for her to leave the office building. They joked that a witch flies on an electric broomstick, a jet mop, and eventually rides an old, disintegrating duckweed. After stormy debates, they came to the controversial conclusion that the editorial witch drives a dozen years old, decaying junk, devoid of soul and character.

She was out there, being tortured by evil and he was in there, fighting with three senseless guards. He knew what he was planning to do will be very stupid but as said before, he did not care. “No, Octavia please stop!” “You call me by Octavia!” She wanted to give Angela another slap. This time Angela was sure if she took the slap she would pass out but something incredible happened. There was a loud noise in the sky. Every living thing looked up to see an orange-colored witch riding on a broom. There were four weird-looking people riding on four large white birds, flying in the direction of the castle.

I should anticipate his. Dorin stopped mid thought. Why does he feel like he had had these thoughts before? “He’s floating!” Dorin looked at his classmates who followed Mordecai and him to watch their duel. “How can he keep himself afloat?! A move like that needs a pre-spelled broom or a lot of mana to pull off!” He looked down and realized that the blades of grass beneath him has already turned to sharp blades. ‘Already?’ It is just as he remembered. But from when?

I whispered with bit of content voice and watched as Draco’s black dragon kept shooting angry glares at sorcerer Ken flying head…. Like I mentioned earlier a flying head is as dumb as rats which are easily lured in trap with a piece of bread...once under effect of curse they looses their ability to consider… again the similar thing happened when sorcerer Ken flying head saw Draco Dragon… who was more powerful Dragon…. seeing Draco dragon as feast he hungrily charged towards him however Draco angry dragon, did not bother himself to even think for a second before splurging out his aggressive fire wave towards him…..

I found help! I woke in the early hours of the morning and when I joined the high priestess for breakfast, I was surprised to find they had already packed the night before. I told them that the vampires hadn’t fed my people properly, and I wasn’t surprised to find fresh food had already been packed. What did surprise me was when they told me we should be back home in an hour! As the brooms were lined up, I gaped! I had never seen a witch flying on a broom! I had always thought it was just a myth! I couldn’t believe that we were actually going to fly home! As I got onto the back of one of the brooms with one of the witches, my heart started to race. I did it. I found help! Soon my family and

“I refuse.” “Ah, but that’s not for you to decide,” she retorts with a sly grin, her gaze falling on me. “If Her Majesty allows it, we would like to fly to the Capital. And let you ride with us, too. Fret not, the brooms are fast. They can get us there at daybreak if we depart as soon as the moon rises.” Flying using. . .brooms?

"Is it you, Terry?" Terry looked up and was surprised to see that it was Harry. He then questioned his ability to recognize Harry. Harry claimed that he was able to identify Terry not based on his appearance but rather on the manner in which he held the broom. While Terry was still employed as a janitor at Happy Hill, Harry noticed that Terry had a pattern of using his left hand to hold a broom when he was doing his job. Seeing this familiar scene and figure, Harry quickly recognized the familiar person.