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Task 3
Hitting a Moving Target
*Swoop down and take a fist-sized rock out of the bucket located near the starting line.
*Fly directly at the mountain troll - you'll need to avoid his club that he's swinging about (he thinks you're all pesky gnats).
*When you're within 100 feet of the troll, take aim with your rock - aim for the space between his eyes. Aiming for his forehead is okay, too.
*Release the rock when you're 50 feet away from the troll and then fly upwards (if you don't then you'll be visiting Healer Trelawney).
*Once you are clear of colliding with a club or another classmate, remain high in the sky and fly back to the starting line.
*Land and dismount from your broom. Return the broom to the broom rack, and you may leave the exam. "Oh for all things holy," Lucas muttered. He wanted them to throw things at an already irate mountain troll! Lucas took a deep breath and turned his broom around to fly down and grab a rock. He leaned over on his broom imagining that he was reaching out for the snitch and grabbed a small sized rock out of the bucket, and he was back in the air with a smile on his face.
The smile didn't last long when he looked at the troll he was going to make madder by throwing something at it. He squared his shoulders and shot off toward the troll. T he rock in his hand was trembling slightly and he had to keep flexing his fingers to keep a hold of the rock. When he got within a 100 feet his breath caught in his chest and he reared back to toss that rock as hard as he could. He took aim and let that rock fly.
"Please let it hit him." he said as he watched the rock sail toward the troll. THUNK! The rock hit him right on the forehead.
"Yes!" He said pumping his tiny fist in the air. He wanted to dance a jig but he was on his broom.
He turned his broom back to the starting line. He misjudged the landing and landed hard and then fell over. He picked himself up and trotted over to the broom rack. He survived. He smiled as he placed his room back on the rack. He thought for sure that troll was going to make a Lucas omelet out of him.