There are two main reasons. One is that the level of first-year students is not enough, and the other is that they are worried about danger.
The vast majority of students at Hogwarts are actually from Muggle families, and they have never been exposed to magic before.
And most of those pure-blood magician families will not let their children come into contact with flying broomsticks.
First, the child is too young and I worry about accidents.
Secondly, brooms are too expensive and I worry about accidents.
Well, both accidents mean the same thing, so there's nothing wrong with them.
Quidditch is still a relatively intense sport. There are various collisions and attacks. It is not surprising that after entering the game, you will be taken out a minute later.
For such an intense sport, it’s no wonder Hogwarts has such an unwritten rule.
Among the original books, only Harry Potter breaks this rule.
In the flying class, in order to help Neville, he snatched the memory ball from Draco, showing his extremely excellent flying talent.
Professor McGonagall took a fancy to his talent and made an exception for him to join the Gryffindor Quidditch team.
Regardless of whether there is Dumbledore's shadow behind this, or whether Dumbledore opened a backdoor for Harry Potter in order to consolidate his reputation.
The only prerequisite for this exception is that you must have extremely high flying talent!
Everything Fang Mu did in the flying lessons before was to show everyone his flying talent.
Thursday.
Today is the day for Gryffindor and Slytherin to have flying lessons.
"I believe you all know what happened yesterday. I don't want any of you to make the same mistake! Remember, you must listen to my whistle and don't rush! Do you understand?"
Ms. Huo Qi said sharply.
"Listen clearly..."
"Ah! Help!"
Neville shouted. He was so nervous that he didn't even hear Ms. Hooch's words and had already kicked off the broom and flew out.
"Child! Come back!"
Ms. Huo Qi's face turned dark.
Why did it happen twice in a row?
Are these brooms really too old?
The thought just crossed her mind and then left.
She usually keeps these broomsticks, doesn’t she still know their quality?
But what Ms. Hooch knows better is that Hogwarts does not have that much money for her to buy a new batch of broomsticks.
Neville flew out so suddenly that he had already flown out before Ms. Huo Qi shouted the command.
By the time Ms. Huo Qi reacted, it was already too late.
Gryffindor and Slytherin didn't have another square log, so they could only watch Neville rise and fall again.
Bang!
There was a crash and a violent impact, and Neville lay face down in the grass on the ground, huddled in a ball.
Ms. Hooch rushed over and leaned over to look at Neville. Her face was as pale as Neville's.
"The wrist is broken."
Harry heard her whisper.
"Okay, the child is fine, you can get up."
She turned around and looked at the other students in the class.
"I'm taking this kid to the hospital. No one of you is allowed to move! Put the broomstick back where it belongs. Otherwise, you'll be kicked out of Hogwarts before you can even say 'Quidditch'. Let's go."
,Honey."
Neville had tears on his face. He grabbed his wrist and limped away with Ms. Hooch.
"Hahaha! Have you seen his face, that stupid big guy?"
Draco laughed, and the other Slytherin students echoed.
They have no sympathy for Gryffindor.
"Look!"
Draco said, rushing over to grab something on the grass.
"That idiot Longbottom's grandmother sent it to him."
He raised it.
It was a memory ball, sparkling in the sun.
It looks like a big glass ball filled with white mist.
This memory ball is magical. If you hold it tightly, it will turn red when you forget something.
People who often lose things should be in great need of such a memory ball.
"Bring it here, Malfoy."
Harry whispered.
Everyone stopped talking and stared.
Draco grinned evilly.
"I want to put it somewhere and let Longbottom pick it up. How about putting it on a tree?"
After what happened just now, Neville must have developed a fear of flying. Draco's behavior is too bad!
Harry shouted angrily.
"Bring it here!"
But Draco had already jumped on his broom and took off.
Draco had said before that he was a good flyer, and it turned out that what he said before was not a boast.
He does fly well.
He was suspended at a height parallel to the top of an oak tree and shouted to Harry.
"Come and get it, Potter!"
Harry was so angry that he didn't care about anything else. He even forgot that he had never flown before and grabbed his broom directly.
"no!"
Hermione Granger shouted.
"Ms. Huo Qi told us not to move. You will cause trouble to all of us."
Harry ignored her and took off directly.
I have to say that genetic inheritance is a real thing.
As the son of Quidditch star James Potter, Harry also inherited his father's excellent flying talent.
Even if it's his first time taking off.
Harry found that he was flying like a master without a teacher.
So easy, so simple.
He suddenly turned the broom around and pointed it at Draco in the air.
Draco looked shocked.
How could he have such flying skills?
"Bring it here!"
Harry shouted.
"Or I'll knock you off the broom!"
"Oh, really?"
Draco wanted to laugh, but couldn't. The expression on his face was very nervous.
This is the first time he has experienced such a thing.
Harry seemed to know what to do naturally.
He leaned forward, grabbed the broom tightly with both hands, and fired the broom towards Draco like a javelin.
Draco barely dodged, but Harry turned around and grabbed the broom firmly.
he shouted at Draco.
"You don't have Crabbe or Goyle here to protect you, Malfoy."
Draco seemed to have the same idea, and he was a little scared.
"Here, see if you can catch it!"
He yelled, threw the memory ball high into the air, and then quickly landed on the ground.
At the same time, the memory ball began to fall rapidly.
The memory ball is not that strong. It looks like a glass ball and its texture is similar to that of a glass ball. Once it falls from a high altitude, it will definitely break into pieces.
The memory ball fell very fast, almost in the blink of an eye, it was only a few feet away from the ground.
This memory ball is about to break before my eyes.