In the early morning, the morning light has not yet risen, and there is only a faint light green halo at the junction of the distant sky and the earth. Wandering in the black lake and the undulating grass, the breeze was not violent, but the gentle wind passing over Harry's neck made his body tremble violently, and dense goose bumps appeared on his arms.
Harry stamped his numb feet, turned his head and saw that Hermione's eyelashes were covered with crystal dew. He subconsciously touched the top of his head, and sure enough, his hair was also wet with dew.
On the Quidditch pitch, under the Quidditch clubs towering into the darkness, there were about a hundred little wizards shivering in the cold wind. This includes all third- and fourth-year students in the four colleges, as well as twenty or thirty senior students in fifth grade and above, and a very small number of second-year students.
Harry looked at the huddled classmates in different costumes, and suddenly felt the urge to laugh.
After a few days, after confirming the list of all students who have chosen this course, Professor Brain asked a second-year Ravenclaw witch to post a new announcement yesterday - requiring all little wizards to attend at six o'clock on Monday morning. Arrive at the playground beforehand and wear clothing that allows you to move easily.
Generally speaking, except for Saturdays and Sundays, little wizards are required to wear wizard robe-style school uniforms during normal school hours. Like now, more than a hundred little wizards wearing daily casual clothes are really awesome at Hogwarts. Not common.
The little light in the sky couldn't provide much heat. The little wizards were shivering in the cold wind. Not many people had the desire to chat, including Harry.
Percy's girlfriend was sleeping in Percy's arms, Ginny was leaning on Hermione's shoulder and snoring, and Ron simply sat cross-legged on the grass and snored.
The little wizards around him were basically in this state. Harry believed that if Professor Blaine's 'Physical Education Class' kept asking them to get up so early, then there might be those prank products that Fred and George were developing to skip class. But it's about to come in handy.
After another ten minutes, about 70% to 80% of the little wizards were spread out on the ground. Most of the rest were staggering around, except for the Ravenclaw who helped Professor Blaine put up the notice yesterday. Little Wizard Lao was still staring blankly at the mist-filled black lake.
Harry noticed that the little witch seemed to be wearing something around her neck, which seemed to be a metal necklace, because the thing was glowing with metallic luster in the faint morning light. Harry had nothing to do, and stared blankly at the little witch's face. Neck, trying to figure out what the reflective thing is.
However, the little Ravenclaw girl suddenly turned around, her silver eyes the most shining thing under the dim sky.
"Oh, sorry--"
Harry immediately realized his rudeness and quickly apologized to her, but then the voice behind him made Harry understand that he seemed to have made a mistake. This little witch was not looking at him.
"I reminded you—"
A familiar, joking voice was delivered by the breeze, causing the sleepy little wizards to jump up from the ground one after another.
"Go to bed early. This class of mine doesn't leave you time to doze off—"
It was Professor Blaine. Like the little wizards, he took off his wizard clothes and put on a smart Muggle-style sportswear. Moreover, he was as energetic as usual, and going to bed early did not seem to have any effect on him. What impact.
None of the little wizards responded to Professor Brain's joke. They hung their heads feebly. Perhaps the only ones who were better were Fred and George, who were good at spending most of the night on night tours and then getting up early for class. .
"What do we need to do, Professor?"
Fred stared with interest at Professor Blaine, who had his back straight.
"Throwing metal balls into the Quidditch hoop like the Muggles do? Do we need to use broomsticks?"
"Muggles don't have this sport, Fred."
Amosta chuckled, and then he clapped his hands hard, raised his voice, and said loudly and confidently,
"Now, the first thing I need you to do is cheer up and come around me!"
When Professor Blaine was teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts, no little wizard dared to neglect Professor Blaine's instructions. But now, after a long time of squirming, the little wizards finally slowed down. Tuntun gathered around.
Looking at the listless and childish faces, Amosta smiled secretly, but did not darken his face. These little guys still need some time to adapt.
When Professor Blaine began to speak, Hermione immediately cheered up. She was the only student among all the little wizards who still came out with a notebook. However, Amosta stopped her this time.
"There's no need to write down what I said, just listen, Miss Granger."
Glancing at the morning sun that had leaped over the horizon and was emitting a cross-shaped light, Amosta raised his voice and said,
"Perhaps you are all curious about why I will launch a new physical education class at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry that only appears in Muggle schools, and what exactly I will teach you in this class--"
This is indeed the most interesting thing for everyone since Professor Brain made the news. The little wizards who gradually came back to their senses tried their best to keep their spirits up and listened to Professor Brain's words attentively.
"But please allow me to say sorry. Today, I will not answer these two questions for you."
Amosta's words immediately caused a sigh of disappointment to be heard on the cold Quidditch pitch. Hermione immediately raised her hand, and with Professor Blaine's permission, she frowned and asked inexplicably,
"But we at least need to know what we're supposed to study - I mean, how else are we going to complete our homework?"
"There will be no homework for the time being, Miss Granger."
Amosta said with a smile.
Except for Quidditch, every professor at Hogwarts will leave homework after class. Professor Brain said this, not only failed to make the little wizards happy, but also made them more confused.
"First of all, what you need to know is,"
When the discussion subsided, Amosta continued,
"This sudden 'physical education class' will not take up normal class time for the time being. In fact, in the first phase, it will only require you to be here before six o'clock every morning."
"Every day?!" Ron shouted desperately, "Including Saturdays and Sundays?!"
"Six o'clock?" Ron finished his words, and Hermione's roommate, Lavender of Gryffindor, also cried out in collapse, "But only adequate sleep can ensure shiny skin!"
"If you value the glow of your skin more than your desire for self-improvement, Miss Lavender Brown,"
Professor Blaine stopped smiling, and in his calm expression, an indescribable majesty filled the air, weighing heavily on the hearts of the young wizards.
"You can go back to the warm four-poster bed now and continue your sweet dream."
Looking at the silent little wizards, Amosta sighed and his tone became gentle,
"What I just said is not to scare you. In fact, you are allowed to give up this physical education class, but the period is only one month. Within one month, if anyone feels that this class is meaningless, then there is no need to talk to me. Say hello, you can quit at any time, but after a month, you have to stick to it until the phased courses are over.”
Hermione frowned, guessing Professor Blaine's intention for doing this. Harry glanced at Malfoy on the other side, and found that Malfoy's face was firm, without any wavering in the eyes of many young wizards, so he also put down Overcoming the anxiety in his heart, he quietly waited for Professor Blaine's instructions.
Ron opened his mouth and hesitated to speak, but he saw that neither Harry nor Hermione expressed any opinions, and even his little sister Ginny clenched her fists, looking like she was going to fight. So he shrewdly shut his mouth.
No young wizard chose to give up now, which was not beyond Amosta's expectation. However, it was hard to say how many people would be left here after a month.
"Then now--"
Amosta pointed to the lawn at his feet,
"The first thing we have to do, and continue without interruption for a whole month, is run twenty laps around the Quidditch pitch every morning--"
Looking at the astonished little wizards, Amosta smiled and said,
"What are you waiting for? Let's run, ladies and gentlemen!"
(End of chapter)
