Hogwarts Homecoming

Professor Bryan waved his wand again, and the armor of Dingling Sugar Palm under the wall was immediately ready to throw big dung eggs, and the air was filled with a dignified atmosphere like lead and mercury.

"Harry!"

Hermione covered her chest and let out a worried cry. Harry turned his head and gave Hermione a smile, and Neville and Ginny who were equally worried about him. Maybe it was a smile, maybe it was a cheek twitch like a toothache, Harry Not too sure. Fred and George seemed to be in high spirits. Among the little wizards in Hogwarts, they were probably the ones who dealt with the big dung egg the most, and they didn't care much about the stinky juice of the big dung egg at all.

"Prepare!"

Professor Brian raised one hand in the air, making a downward cutting gesture.

The other three little wizards didn't quite understand what the weird gestures represented, but Harry had seen it before. When he was in a Muggle school, at the sports meeting organized by the school, before announcing the start of the game, the starter would also make gestures. such a gesture.

Harry stared closely at Professor Blaine's outstretched palm. Gradually, all the noise around him was rejected by him, and he could only hear his own heartbeat. This kind of concentration felt a bit like he was in a Quidditch match. Every time I try to catch the Snitch, I feel like everything that moves is trapped in amber that is about to freeze.

Draco, Cedric, and Qiu Zhang all rushed out after the short and solemn "start", only Harry rushed out the moment Professor Bryan's palm fell!

In a second, Harry had crossed the red line by twenty feet, but that was still nothing compared to the quarter-mile track.

At this moment, Harry regretted why he hadn't put more energy into running some time ago. In this way, there would be at least a few big dung eggs that would fall on him later.

Draco looked at Harry, who was a few steps ahead of him, with resentment in his eyes.

Whether it was dealing with the Inferi or rowing, the fruits of victory in the end fell into Potter's pockets. Even in the Quidditch match, he fell behind. His pride and self-esteem made him unbearable to always be like this. He lost to Potter in the bout, and he chased hard, determined to beat Harry tonight.

However, this game is not about speed.

Just when Draco was thinking about "a snow for shame", a dozen big dung eggs finally "come down"!

In all fairness, the situation facing the four of Harry is much better than that of Professor Brian just now. When Professor Brian demonstrated for them, the first wave was the attack of dozens of big dung eggs. There were only a dozen big dung eggs that came, and the number of attack targets suddenly increased by four times. Calculated, each person only needed to avoid four or five big dung eggs.

But this is easy in theory, much harder in practice.

Draco stared in horror at the several shadows coming towards him, he wanted to dodge, but his brain issued instructions, but his body couldn't respond to those complicated instructions, and he couldn't make any complicated instructions at all. At the very moment of dodging, Draco hugged his head violently, and after a strange cry, he landed on his knees and did a few somersaults!

Harry was no better than Draco, he obviously wanted to imitate Professor Bryan's amazing 'C'-shaped position just now, but it's a pity that he didn't have a broomstick under him, and the rapid changes under high-speed movement It was not that simple a matter, Harry slipped and fell straight to the ground with a bang.

"ah!"

There was a piercing scream that could shatter glass.

Qiu Zhang, who failed to react in time, was attacked by three big dung eggs, and it was as if she had been hit by three heavy fists at the same time, and the stinky juice that burst immediately made her face even more pale. Qiu Zhang threw himself directly on the sticky ground, tears splashing all over the place, and made a sound of gagging.

"Chu Zhang!"

Maybe it was because of luck, maybe it was because of calmness, always, Cedric staggered to avoid the first wave of attack, he noticed Harry and Draco who fell almost at the same time from the corner of his eye, and secretly felt Hey, just as he was about to take the opportunity to overtake, the screams behind him made him feel nervous. Cedric immediately stopped his progress, turned around and threw himself on Qiu Zhang's side to help her up.

"What are you doing, Mr. Diggory!" Amostar's voice was sterner than ever before. "You think this is just a game, huh? A good chance for you to show your gentlemanly demeanor?"

Amosta then turned Sen Han's eyes on Qiu Zhang who seemed to have lost his will to fight,

"Does the smell of big dung eggs make you sicker than the smell of blood? Stand up and walk the rest of the way!"

Cedric gritted his teeth and was about to leave Qiu Zhang's side to continue his challenge, but he was delayed for a while before the second wave of attacks came to him, and before he could stand up straight, an object smashed hard It landed on his forehead, directly making Cedric's eyes go dark, and he was thrown off his feet.

Professor Brian's cold reprimand made Qiu Zhang at a loss. She obeyed the order instinctively, but the sticky and stinky juice made her have no strength at all in her hands and feet, and she couldn't get up after struggling a few times. The big feces drove her to the brink of collapse, she could only cover her face, her shoulders twitched and sobbed.

Draco's knees were badly hurt in response to the first wave of attacks, and Harry's fall made his head go numb.

The two didn't give up. The crisis they were facing made them unable to hear what Professor Brian was reprimanding, and continued to move forward with difficulty.

However, at this moment, Draco and Harry had completely lost their composure. They adopted the same stupid method, covering their faces with one hand, and ran forward scrambling.

Obviously, this method cannot last for too long. Harry and Draco, who had been hit by "heavy punches" before running fifty feet, also fell down. They curled up on the floor with their heads in their hands. I didn't even have the strength to stand up.

"You can't passively wait for the attack to come, you must learn to predict and observe the opponent's movements--" Amosta ordered the armor to stop attacking, and sighed helplessly, "Run with your eyes covered. This is courting death."

Things happened just as Harry expected, every little wizard who came to this classroom tonight suffered a lot of torture, no one could last fifty feet away, and the girls who participated in the training, No one left the classroom without tears on their face.

"In the future, you don't need to arrive at the Quidditch pitch before six o'clock, but you need to spend half an hour every day. Pick your time, keep running, and I'll know if you've done what I asked you to do."

Before leaving this classroom, Professor Brian's instruction made all the little wizards want to cry.

"Before returning to the lounges of your respective colleges, you should go to the school hospital to have your injuries treated. Madam Pomfrey and I have already communicated in advance, and she will entertain you."

Professor Brian returned to his usual friendly tone. He smiled and said to everyone,

"Now you can leave, um. Harry, you stay here for a while, I need to find you something."

Many young wizards gave Harry sympathetic looks, except, of course, from Slytherin.

Harry had never been so eager to stay away from Professor Brian as he was now, but he could only watch helplessly as Hermione and the others rushed to leave the classroom.

"Professor Blaine—"

Harry, trying to look as weak as possible, said piteously,

"If you want me to try again, I'm afraid—I mean, I ache all over."

"None of that, Harry."

Amosta smiled cheerfully,

"I didn't expect you guys to be able to do it all in just a few practice sessions. In fact, I kept you because I had a gift for you, ah - a late gift."