First flight on a broom

Stand up! Shouted Harry

He watched with surprise as the broom lent by the school zoomed into his hand. He looked around and noticed that most of the other students present were only getting vague jerks from their brooms.

Once all the students managed to have their brooms in hand, Madam Hooch showed them how to position themselves on the handle without risking falling, reminding them insistently that if any one of them caused chaos in her class or attempted to take off without permission, they would be immediately expelled.

Harry found this class ridiculous. Honestly, flying on a broomstick? It's so cliché. Why not a flying carpet? Although that would make more sense. At least on a carpet, there was room to sit and there was no risk of falling.

After an interminable moment reminding them of safety rules (during which Harry had a hard time not laughing as he saw an adult and about twenty children astride a broom), Professor Bibine finally told them to take off by stamping their feet against the ground.

He complied and suddenly all his problems vanished. Forgetting all the previously mentioned safety rules (and the taunts of bibine), he began performing loops under the admiring gaze of his comrades. Even Luna, who usually didn't pay attention to her surroundings, was captivated by his aerial acrobatics.

Harry was made to fly. He had never felt such a sense of well-being. Even after Bibine gave him a detention for breaking the rules, he did not regret his action. Between that and the intervention of Sprout (alerted by his Hufflepuff classmates and Diggory) who had somehow forced Snape to leave him alone, for the first time, he had a good night at Hogwarts without needing the dreamless sleep potion.

In fact, for the first time, he thought that there were advantages to being a wizard.