Harry Potter Broom Flying Novels & Stories

she told me. Haiden also sat next to Joy and watched us perform what we were about to do. I looked at the broom I was carrying, repositioned it, and then rode it fast and without hesitation. Aunt Pneona instantly followed it as it went into the air. She pulled out her wand, which made my eyes widen because I wasn’t prepared for the training we were going to do today. “Aunt!” I yelled. “You must learn these things, Myxy,” she explained.

"We will have to change that, Madam Hooch, if you want to, of course. We used to have swords' play and archery classes in the past, but since swords and bows had entered in disuse in both magical and non-magical worlds, we will be introducing a Physical Education class, mainly to teach the child how to move and to focus some of their excess of energy. But answering your question, yes, if the school is in need of new broomsticks, then we will get new broomsticks." Erik said to the now excited flight instructor. "Oh yes, we need new broomsticks, Lord Ravenclaw. Our newest broomstick is dated from fifty years ago." Madam Hooch said. Erik nodded at that, recognizing the urgency of the request. W

Miranda was soaring on a broomstick, her long hair whipping behind her as she flew through the clouds. The sun was setting in the distance, painting the sky with vivid oranges, pinks, and purples. She felt free, weightless, and utterly content. As she turned a corner, she saw a beautiful lady on another broomstick flying towards her. The woman had long, flowing black hair and piercing blue eyes that seemed to glow in the fading light. Miranda felt her heart skip a beat as she gazed at the woman, and she realized that she was falling in love.

They went past Smart too, when he went down to his workshop. As for doors ... what could be easier than getting through keyholes riding those flying brooms. Keyholes for human beings, wizards or sceptics are normally used inserting a key to close and open the door. The kids were so tiny that the keyholes looked like really impressive arcades with enough room for an elephant to easily go through. Of course, an elephant after drinking that potion. So for the three broom flyers, there was no problem getting closer and closer to the place where Alexander headed them.

“But a witch doesn’t belong in a wolf’s den.” I kicked off. For a terrifying second, I plummeted toward the rocks below. Then, the magic caught. The broom lurched upward, slicing through the freezing air like an arrow. The Palace shrank beneath me, a dollhouse of grey stone. I was three thousand feet up, the wind screaming in my ears, the violet light of my magic trailing behind me like a comet’s tail. The Heat was still there, a fire in my blood, but the Flight was the air that let me breathe.

I don't need to wear thick clothes because it's cold, nor do I need to bring a parasol because of the sun's sizzling hot Today, I will practice controlling wind magic particles so that I can fly using a broom-like in the Harry Potter movies. And at the same time, I'll search two wandering fairies who didn't report the progress of the task I gave them the other day and only ate blind salaries! Anyway, I was just thinking how pleasant this moment is, until, Hayden came to have breakfast together! 'Unlucky. Why does he want to have breakfast together after we often eat dinner together?'

Her feet began to float in the air as she began to fly. Talon hurriedly followed his sister and he's doing zigzags in the air. Falla is in good balance using the broom to fly while Talon began to go upside down. He doesn't know how to use broomsticks to fly and he even forgot the right spell to use. “I regret skipping lessons about controlling brooms in the air!” He shouted, causing Falla to laugh so hard but her joy eventually vanished the moment she saw what did happen to the mansion.

All students had their eyes on him, and they looked just as excited and pleased. “Woah! Look at him go!!” Someone yelled, pointing at the sky. “He’s so fast!” “He makes it look so easy!” “I can’t wait to try that!” Professor Howl flew back and as soon as his feet hit the ground, the broom settled along with him. “To land, you just point the broom downward and allow it to fly in that direction. Tug it back to slow it and once your feet are on the ground, the flying is over, and you’d have to say the spell again if you wish to return to the sky.”

I shout as I exit the bar. "You're just going to leave like that?" Clylester questions as I start speaking in tongues. The broom in my grasp starts to float. I swiftly sit down upon it, clutching it tightly as I guide it up, far from the ground. I giggle. "Ofcourse not." I start to speak in tongues and the entire bar is set on fire. "Thought so." Cylester purrs as we fly through the sky on my broom.The cries of the burning wolves fades as we become distant. Feeling fire licking their skin must’ve forced them out of their paralyzation.

They put a mask on him and flew up the air. “Hazel,” said the crone. She nodded. The crone tapped the staff in her head and then Hazel can feel that her feet are in the air. She looked afar, the dark gallows waiting for them to come. She saw how the wizards passed them at a lightning speed, that they almost didn’t notice they passed them. She saw the crone raised the staff and chanted the spell. While falling, she saw witches riding their brooms to the gallows. She closed her eyes and then felt the air coming on her face.