HP: Pure-Blood Glory

Luke looked down at the broom at his feet, faintly sensing a connection with it.

"Up!"

The broom gave a little jump but immediately fell back down, like someone yanked out of bed after a sleepless night.

"Up."

The broom jumped again, but this time it hovered awkwardly in midair as if stuck.

"Up…"

As Luke's tone grew colder, the broom finally leapt into his hand, suddenly obedient as could be.

Luke took a deep breath.

"Don't worry, for a first try, your talent's not bad"

Taylor remarked, holding her broom. "Not exceptional, but definitely above average."

Luke glanced at her, and Taylor, understanding his look, waved her hands quickly. "Don't look at me like that! I'm not a beginner; I've used these things before."

"Even though this broom is old and worn, it's still a broom. For someone experienced, it's not hard to manage."

"I know," Luke replied with a shake of his head.

Though he had anticipated his performance, he couldn't ignore a deeper issue—this wasn't entirely about talent.

He had a resistance towards broom. In fact, he actively disliked them.

That aversion had prevented him from fully investing himself emotionally when calling the broom at first. It was only after suppressing that negative feeling that he succeeded.

For the first time, Luke realized how incredibly useful his Innate magic was.

He hadn't considered before how using emotion could help forcefully cast magic.

Looking across the field, he saw Harry watching him with a broom in hand. Luke smiled and gave him a little wave with his own broom.

Harry returned the smile and waved his broom back.

Ron, meanwhile, finally managed to call his broom into his hand after the silent exchange between Luke and Harry ended.

Surveying the field, Ron noticed that many students were still struggling and couldn't help but smile smugly.

Hermione, on the other hand, was visibly flustered. No matter how she called, her broom barely responded, lazily rolling over like a stubborn pet.

She grew more anxious, and the frustration only made things worse.

Watching other students summon their brooms one by one, Hermione bit her lip, glaring down at her broom.

"Up!"

She practically growled through gritted teeth.

Luke noticed Hermione's predicament. She kept her head down, seemingly unwilling to look up at anyone.

Her emotional aura was a swirl of red, tinged with bluish-black hues—anger, fear, and even shame.

Emotions, Luke thought, were such complex things.

He moved his fingers slightly, suppressing all the negative feelings radiating from Hermione. Her emotional aura faded to colorless, leaving only tiny specks of red, blue, and black—small but vivid.

Luke knew this was a temporary fix. If she released these feelings in a good mood, it would likely amount to nothing more than a fleeting disappointment. But if they surfaced in a worse state of mind...

It could very well become the last straw that breaks the camel's back.

Since awakening his Innate magic, Luke increasingly realized its immense potential. Properly developed, it could provide him with the leverage he needed to achieve his goals.

Hermione suddenly felt calm. The restlessness in her heart vanished entirely.

Something felt off immediately, and she instinctively raised her head, looking directly at Luke.

Sure enough, she spotted him with his index finger slightly raised.

"Don't overthink it, Just focus on calling the broom. Don't rush it—give it a little sense of security."

Hermione heard Taylor's voice in her ear.

Startled, she turned toward Taylor, only to see her friend subtly moving her lips without making a sound.

A sudden realization struck Hermione—both of her friends seemed to possess something different, something beyond what ordinary young witches and wizards had.

However, now wasn't the time to dwell on it. She lowered her head, carefully composed her emotions, and softly, almost gently, called out:

"Up."

At last, the broom leapt into her hand.

When she looked up, she was met with Luke's encouraging gaze and Taylor's delighted expression.

It really wasn't such a difficult task after all.

About three minutes later, Neville finally managed to summon his broom, though it nearly smacked him in the face. Hermione, quick to react, stepped in and helped deflect it just in time.

Next, Madam Hooch demonstrated how to properly mount a broom without sliding off awkwardly. She walked along the line, correcting students' grip and posture.

Harry and Ron couldn't help but feel secretly pleased when she sharply criticized Malfoy for his stance.

Soon, it was time to move on to the next step.

"Alright, when I blow the whistle, kick off from the ground hard with both feet!"

"Three—two—"

Before she could finish counting, one Gryffindor student began wobbling upward and rapidly ascending into the sky.

Luke had anticipated this, but even with his preparation to calm Neville's nerves earlier, Neville still shot into the air.

It seemed... this wasn't just about nerves.

As Neville climbed higher and higher, the students began to panic.

"Come back down, dear!" Madam Hooch called out.

But her words had no effect. Neville continued rising uncontrollably.

Harry, equally alarmed, was unsure of what to do until a sudden surge of courage welled up within him.

'Right! I should go up there and save Neville!'

Without hesitation, he kicked off and soared upward.

"Harry!"

Ron yelled in disbelief. He couldn't believe Harry had suddenly decided to take flight after Neville.

What a reckless move!

If saving him were so simple, surely Madam Hooch would have done it herself.

Madam Hooch watched as Harry flew straight toward Neville, and her exasperation reached its peak.

'These Gryffindor students... always so reckless'

Taylor glanced at Luke, who simply smiled lightly.

"Don't worry, they'll be fine"

Even as he spoke, his wand was already gripped tightly within his sleeve.

Although spells gained through his system didn't automatically reach full mastery, Luke had still managed to master basic spells with ease.

For instance, the Levitation Charm.

Meanwhile, Harry's heart was filled with determination. Neville was right in front of him now.

"Grab my hand, Neville!"

Seeing Harry approaching, Neville's face lit up with hope.

"Harry! You're here—"

Before he could finish, Neville's broom began erratically zigzagging, bouncing him around like a rag doll.

"Ha! It's like a giant Bludger!"

Malfoy commented, his tone teetering between mockery and amusement.

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