HP: In The Magical World As a An Extra [ Chapter 78 ] (Patreon)

The only reason as to why they didn't go to Andromeda for lessons was because Snape had forbidden them from doing so and threatened harsh punishment for anyone caught doing so.

And it was just like that, that Magnus lost what little respect that he had left for the potions master.

But on the brighter side of things, he, Tracey, Daphne, Harry and Nevill had actually been progressing really well in their potions class with Andromeda teaching.

She took the time to lecture and go into great detail about the brewing process and answer any questions that any students posed to her and was always watching over them all when they were brewing to make sure that no accidents happened.

Over the past couple of days, Magnus, Harry and Neville had also gotten closer, with Neviell actually starting to open up slowly to both boys as their friendship grew.

When Neville had heard about Harry's lack of heir training he had instantly offered to help Harry study and prepare for when he grew older and joined Magnus and harry during their private study sessions over the next couple of days to help fill in the blanks where Magnus was unsure.

But potions hadn't been the only class the five of them had been excelling at, with the exceptions of history and defence, they had all been progressing well in their other classes.

Having no trouble with one subject for long before one of the others stepped in to help the other out, and the teachers had taken notice giving points for inter-house unity, they had gained a fair few points.

But right at this very moment none of that mattered to Magnus as he stood out with the rest of his class out in the castle courtyard looking down at the item at his feet with mild annoyance and irritation.

A ratty old broom.

Yes, it was finally time for him how to ride a broom, and at first, he had been all for the idea.

Sure it might not have been something that he thought would have been all that comfortable but he had been willing to give it a go.

That was until he saw the state of the brooms that they had to learn with.

'Seriously, this is what they expect us to fly on?' Magnus thought to himself as he looked at it, 'it looks like it will snap the second I try to take off.' he mentally groaned.

But regardless of his hesitations he obeyed Madam Hooch when he was told what to do and held his hand out over his broom and ordered it up to his hand.

He was less than impressed when it lifted up just slightly before falling back to the ground.

He glared at the broom before ordering it again, to the same effect.

He was getting frustrated, but his anger was placated slightly seeing that he wasn't the only unfortunate one in his ground to have the problem, as several others were having similar problems and Madam Hooch didn't look surprised as she waited.

Eventually after another dozen tries Magnus finally got his broom to reach his hand, if barely. Before being told to mount it and grip it tight.

Doing so he winced slightly as he heard the wood crack a little under his hands and feared his previous worry about the broom snapping may actually come through given how frail the wood felt in his hands as he adjusted himself to try and get comfortable on it.

With was rather difficult considering how he was going to be riding a long thin wooden pole that ran between his legs and would likely ride up once he took off.

He did not voice his worries however and prepared to follow Hooch's commands as he braced himself for his first time flying, if only for a little bit. He needn't have bothered.

As soon as Hooch blew her whistle and Magnus kicked off the ground to hover in the air, he felt himself lift for a single second before he was flipped on his axis, arse over teakettle as he heard something snap before he landed flat on his back with a thud on impact and a groan from him as he realised just what had happened.

The broom had lifted up alright, he'd been flying, all of about seven feet.

The broom had taken him up a few feet before its back end had decided to climb higher and literally flip him off it snapping its body in the process and sending them both to the ground, much to Magnus' embarrassment.

He could only groan and shake his head as Hooch came over to check on him, "I hate brooms"

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It was two hours later that Magnus was pacing back and forth in his trunk ranting angrily, "honestly what the hell are they thinking, making children ride ratty old brooms like those, it's a miracle it didn't break when I was up higher," he raged his hands rubbing through his hair that was a dark red at the moment in his anger.

He had been informed by Madam Hooch while he was in the hospital wing what had happened.

The broom was just too old, after so many uses the enchantments on the broom had finally given out, and when one went it threw the others off and that's what caused the back end to flip on him as it did and throw him off.

Though that had only furthered to stoke Magnus' irritation even further, he had been made to look like a right idiot because the school was too cheap to replace their brooms.

"I mean, this is supposed to be the premium magic school in all magical Britain for fuck sake, and yet they have their students riding around on brooms that are older than their parents!" He continued in his irritation.