Chapter 22: flight or fight
*BOOOOM*
Another trial of unbinding potion exploded into a myriad of colours bathing the room of requirements in rainbow hues. If it was any time between the first fifty times I would have burst into a tantrum running, yelling some rather unflattering words, about the mothers of every single potion maker to exist. But at this point I was basically numb to it.
"sigh. Unbinding potion trial number 159. Result: failure. Cause: wrong ratio of rat tails and agapagas."
Suddenly a bell rang causing me to frown and clench my fists. And I was so close... Well not exactly... But I was GETTING closer.
But I knew it was of no use. It was breakfast time. I sighed as I left the room of requirements to leave for the great Hall.
The potion of unbinding was the most complicated potion I have ever seen. I am talking about NEWT level stuff here. And I had to make it without any outside help. An impossible task for anyone else. But I had something that no one else had. The power of hope!
I am joking, obviously. I had the room of requirements! The room of requirements had a nifty little feature, called room of lost things, which collected all lost belongings of the former Hogwarts students. So I had infinite supply of potion ingredients.
But even with the unlimited amount of ingredients I still needed to prepare this potion! To prepare the potion of unbinding one must first prepare hordan's solution. Which I had failed... Miserably... 159 times. And that was the easy part. After completing the hordan's potion one needed two more ingredients to complete it. The grinded horn of a unicorn, and the pincers of an acromantula.
Now that was a whole other can of worms that I don't even want to think about now. I sighed. I had a long year ahead of me.
"you look like shit!!! "
I rolled my eyes at Terry without even the energy to retort and sat down in the bench heaving a sigh.
"you left early in the morning! Where did you go." Terry asked munching through roast pork.
I looked at him impassively and lied throogh my teeth: "I was EXERCISING!!. you see SOME of us would like to live past our 60s and preferably not die by cholostrol."
Terry suddenly looked down on his juicy pork. He then shrugged and continued to munch on it.
Padma asked me curiously: "seriously, where were you."
"I was... Working out. I just told you."
Padma raised her eyebrows smirking :"as evident from ripped abs and biceps." she said pointing at my scrawny arms.
I replied acting offended:"I have a naturally skinny physique. How dare you use that against me."
Padma rolled her eyes at me:"fine! I guess we all have our secrets."
I chuckled at that.:"so what's new?"
Terry suddenly smiled smugly at that:"Harry you may have bested me in the art of transfiguration. You may also have defeated me in the art of potions. You may even have bested me in gobblestones, though I'm fairly certain you were cheating. But today you shall taste defeat."
I showed a surprised expression at Terry's passionate speech and replied:"and how would is that, pray tell?"
Terry smirked back at me:" today we have our flight class. Any other subject you may have me beat, but my father was ravenclaw beater. I have been training in the subtle art of broomsmanship before I could even talk. Today you shall finally taste the bitter fruit of defeat."
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"up"
Said Terry, immediately causing the broom to shoot into his grip. He looked sideways smirking at an amused Harry.
I looked down at the inanimate broom lying limp at my feet and extended my hand. Time to test how deeply the potter blood ran in my veins I guess.
"UP! "
the broom shot into my hands landing firmly within my grasp. A smile bloomed on my face. I looked sideways to see Terry who looked as though his eyeballs were about to fall off off his eyes and chuckled.
Terry's face turned competitive as he mounted the broom. His eyes became focused and his stance became poised. He gave one huge kick to the ground, achieving liftoff. He blasted off into the air smoothly. After achieving 10m of flight he swerved to the right turning his body by 60 degrees. Then he swerved left and then right back and then left again in 60 degrees.
Then finally he did complete flat spin and stopped midair looking down on me, a smirk decorating his face.
I returned it with a smile. I looked at my own broom. I held it down and awkwardly mounted it with zero poise. I sat down looking straight up. Then my magic entered the broom.
Suddenly everything changed. It wasn't a broom anymore it was an extension of my body. It was my leg, my wing, the part of me that had been missing till then. All distractions were removed from my mind as it became razor focused.
*boom*
I blasted off the ground in a blink, slowly gaining altitude. The air brushed against my skin, the wind blew on my face. But my eyes were only on the sky. I went even higher, then higher then higher and finally I spinner then broom completely and turned it around in a barrel roll.
I looked down from the sky gasping. The entire flight class looked at me with wide eyes. Terry looked like he might just fall off his broom.
I smirked. I am a goddamn potter
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