Harry Potter: From Baldur's Gate to Hogwarts

The professor teaching Harry and his classmates astronomy was a dark-skinned witch named Aurora Sinistra. Their lessons involved using old-fashioned telescopes from the 18th and 19th centuries to observe the night sky, learning the names of stars and the trajectories of planets.

Harry examined the small telescope in his hands skeptically. If it weren't for the magic spells placed on it, he doubted the device could even make out the craters on the moon.

Muggles had landed on the moon decades ago, yet wizards were still using enchanted, rickety telescopes to stare at the night sky as they had for centuries.

Reflecting on his experiences in the magical world so far—its pride in magic and disdain for Muggles—and comparing the ever-advancing Muggle world to the medieval state of the wizarding one, Harry felt his dreams of exploring the stars grow faint. Unless, of course, they could poach some tech from a leading scientific nation… but that was wishful thinking.

After astronomy class, Harry walked back to the common room with the crowd. Watching the carefree students laughing and playing around him, he sighed, sank into an armchair, and started on his astronomy homework.

Meanwhile, George and Fred, having somehow procured a dozen Butterbeers, were gleefully selling them to the crowd at a markup of 1.5 times the original price.

Thanks to the Weasley twins, the lively atmosphere in the Gryffindor common room persisted until late at night.

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At 5 a.m. sharp, Harry woke up, washed up, and headed to the common room as usual. Just as he was about to leave, a piece of parchment on the bulletin board caught his eye.

"Notice to all first-year Gryffindor and Slytherin students: A flying lesson will take place at 2:30 p.m. on the lawn by the main gates. Attendance is mandatory."

"So, we finally get to try flying brooms," Harry thought to himself. "I wonder how it compares to flying on my own."

Thanks to Ron's obsession with flying brooms, Harry had already gained some knowledge about the subject.

Unlike Harry's calm demeanor, other students reacted in extremes upon learning about the flying lesson. Some, like Hermione, were overly nervous, while others, like Ron or Malfoy, boasted about their supposedly exceptional flying skills. Malfoy claimed he had narrowly avoided colliding with Muggle planes more than once while flying—something Harry found baffling, given the strong turbulence around airplanes. Perhaps their "talent" lay more in bragging.

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At 2:20 p.m., Harry, Ron, Hermione, and the other Gryffindor students hurried down the steps to the lawn by the main gates, where a group of Slytherin students in green robes stood waiting.

"Ugh, why do we have to share this class with Slytherins? I hate Slytherins," Ron grumbled.

Harry, however, didn't share Ron's strong dislike. As far as he was concerned, they were just a bunch of teenagers—how bad could they be?

The sun hung lazily in the sky, a soft breeze carried the scent of grass mixed with the faint aroma of the nearby lake, and twenty brooms lay neatly arranged in the middle of the lawn.

Fred and George had often complained about the school's flying brooms, saying some wobbled uncontrollably when flying too high, others veered left or right inexplicably, and the worst had broken cushioning charms.

"You definitely don't want to ride a broom without a cushioning charm, Harry. Trust me, you'll never forget that experience," Fred had once said with a shudder.

At exactly 2:30, a witch with short hair and piercing yellow eyes—sharp as an eagle's—strode briskly out of the castle.

"All right, what are you waiting for?" she barked. "Everyone, stand beside a broom. Quickly now, move it!"

The students jostled for position, and it took them ten minutes to sort themselves out.

Harry glanced down at his broom. It was old, battered, and heavily worn at the tail. He fervently hoped the cushioning charm still worked.

"Everyone has a broom? Good," the witch said as she walked among them, scrutinizing the students. "This month, I'll be teaching you how to fly. You can call me Madam Hooch. Now, stretch out your hand over your broom and say, 'Up!'"

"Up!"

"Up!"

"Up!"

Voices rang out across the lawn as the first-years began their first flying lesson.

"Up!" Harry barely finished speaking when his broom leapt immediately into his hand. Holding his broom, he scanned the others.

Only a few students managed to summon their brooms on the first try. Besides himself, there was Malfoy, who looked smug, and Ron, who couldn't suppress his triumphant grin.

Most students needed several attempts, while a few—like Neville and Hermione—were stuck with brooms that preferred to laze about on the grass.

"You have to be confident—no doubts in your mind when you say it," Harry advised Neville and Hermione.

Hermione shot him a glance, took a deep breath, and firmly commanded, "Up!" Her broom immediately jumped into her hand.

Neville managed to do the same shortly after.

Madam Hooch then demonstrated how to mount the broom properly without sliding off. Harry listened carefully, following her instructions closely. Across the field, Madam Hooch kept reprimanding Malfoy for his posture, much to Ron's delight.

Once everyone's posture was corrected, Madam Hooch returned to the front.

"All right, on my whistle, kick off hard, leave the ground, and hover a few feet. Tilt forward slightly to land. Ready? Three… two…"

Neville shot into the sky.

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