Mhm.

Afternoon, class.

Yeah.

And Amanda.

Good afternoon.

Welcome to your first flying lesson.

Well, what are you waiting for?

Everyone step up to the left side of their rooms.

Come on, now.

Hurry up.

Take your right hand over the broom and say up.

Yeah, yeah, yeah Oh, oh, oh oh With feelings Mhm Oh, yeah.

Oh, shut up, Harry.

Now, once you've got hold of your room, I want you to mount it Graphic type.

I want to be sliding off the end When I blow my whistle.

I want each of you to kick off from the ground hard.

Keep your brooms steady, hover for a moment, then lean forward slightly and touch back down on my whistle.

32 Mm.

Mr.

Lambert?

Yeah.

Mr Loves this.

Yeah.

Uh huh.

Come back down this instant.

Mhm.

Mhm, Yes, Yeah.

Mhm, Mr Lumumba.

Mhm.

Yeah, Yeah.

No.

Mhm.

Mm.

Right.

Yeah.

Everyone, out of the way.

Yeah.

Mm.

Oh, Broken boy.

Come on.

That you get everyone is to keep their feet firmly on the ground.

Will I take Mr Long bottom to the hospital wing?

Understand?

I see a single broom in the air.

The one riding it will find themselves out of Hogwarts before they can say Quidditch.

You see his face.

Maybe it's the fact that we've given this a squeeze.

We remember the fallen, his fat ass.

Give it here now, boy.

No, I think it's time for a long time to find mhm.

How about the roof?

What's that beyond your reach?

Yeah.

Yeah, No way.

Heard about Madame upset?

Besides, you don't even know how to fly.

What an idiot!

Mhm.

Give it here.

Mouth for Euro.

Look, you off your broom.

Is that so?

Have it your way, then.

Mhm.

Mhm.

Uh huh.

Yeah.

Mhm.

Mhm.

Yeah.

Sorry.

Departure.

Follow me.