Professor Brain waved his wand again, and the armors under the wall were 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 screamed in worry. Harry turned his head and gave Hermione, and Neville and Ginny who were equally worried about him a smile. Maybe it was a smile, maybe it was a twitching of his cheeks like a toothache, Harry Not sure either. Fred and George looked very interested. They were probably the two people who had the most contact with the dung eggs among the young wizards in Hogwarts, and they didn't care much about the stinky juice of the dung eggs.
"Prepare!"
Professor Brain raised one hand in the air and made a downward gesture.
The other three little wizards didn't quite understand what the weird gestures meant, 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 a gesture. Such gestures.
Harry stared closely at Professor Blaine's open palm. Gradually, all the noise around him was abandoned. He could only hear the sound of his own heartbeat. This concentration felt a bit like he was in a Quidditch match. Every time I try to catch the Golden Snitch, I feel as if all moving objects are stuck in amber that is about to condense.
Draco, Cedric and Cho Chang all rushed out after the short and solemn words of 'go'. Only Harry rushed out the moment Professor Blaine's palm fell!
In one second, Harry had jumped twenty feet across the red line, but this distance was still insignificant compared to a quarter-mile track.
At this moment, Harry felt a little regretful as to why he hadn't spent more energy on running some time ago. In this way, he would at least have fewer turd eggs falling on him later.
Draco looked at Harry, who was several steps ahead of him, with resentment in his eyes.
Whether it was dealing with the Inferi before or rowing a boat, the fruits of final victory fell into Potter's bag. Even in the Quidditch game, he was lagging behind. His pride and self-esteem made him unbearable. After losing to Potter in the battle, he tried his best to catch up and made up his mind to defeat Harry tonight.
However, this game is not about speed.
Just when Draco was thinking about 'just avenging his shame', a dozen big dung eggs finally 'arrived'!
Frankly speaking, the situation faced by the four Harrys was much better than that of Professor Brain just now. When Professor Brain demonstrated for them, they were attacked by dozens of big dung eggs in the first wave, and now, they were attacked head-on. There were only a dozen big dung eggs coming, and the number of attack targets suddenly increased four times. In total, everyone only needed to dodge four or five big dung eggs.
But this is only easier in theory, in practice it is much more difficult.
Draco stared in horror at the several shadows coming towards his door. He wanted to dodge away, but his brain issued instructions, but his body was unable to respond to those complicated instructions. He was unable to do anything complex at all. At the critical moment, Draco grabbed his head and let out a strange scream before landing on his knees and doing some somersaults!
Harry was no better than Draco. He obviously wanted to imitate Professor Blaine's amazing 'C'-shaped move just now. Unfortunately, he didn't have a broomstick under him. The rapid changes caused by high-speed movement It was not that simple. Harry's foot slipped and he fell straight to the ground with a thud.
"ah!"
A piercing scream that could shatter the glass suddenly sounded.
Qiu Zhang, who failed to react in time, was attacked by three big dung eggs, and it was like she received three heavy punches at the same time, and the stinky juice that exploded immediately made her look pale. Qiu Zhang threw himself directly on the sticky ground, making a gagging sound while tears splashed everywhere.
"Qiuchang!"
Maybe because of luck, maybe because of calmness, always, Cedric staggered away from the first wave of attacks. With the corner of his eye, he noticed Harry and Draco falling almost at the same time, and secretly thought in his heart. Hi, when he was about to take the opportunity to overtake, the screams from behind made him feel heartbroken. Cedric immediately stopped moving forward, turned around and threw himself next to Qiu Zhang to help her up.
"What are you doing, Mr. Diggory!" Amosta's voice was colder than ever before, "You think this is just a game, huh? A good opportunity for you to show your gentlemanly demeanor?"
Amosta then turned his cold gaze to Qiuchang, who seemed to have lost his will to fight.
"Would the smell of dung eggs make you more nauseous than the smell of blood? Stand up and walk the rest of the way!"
Cedric gritted his teeth and prepared to leave Qiu Zhang's side to continue his challenge. However, due to the short delay just now, the second wave of attacks had already come to him. Before he could stand up straight, something hit him hard. It hit his forehead, causing Cedric's vision to go dark, and he immediately fell over.
Professor Blaine's chilling scolding left Qiu Zhang at a loss. She instinctively obeyed the order. However, the sticky and smelly juice left her with no strength in her hands and feet. She struggled for several times and couldn't get up, and kept exploding around her. The big shit pushed her to the edge of collapse. She could only cover her face, her shoulders twitched and she made a sobbing sound.
In response to the first wave of attacks, Draco's knees were severely injured, and Harry's heavy fall also left his head numb.
The two of them did not give up. The crisis they faced made them unable to hear clearly what Professor Blaine was reprimanding and continued to move forward with difficulty.
However, Draco and Harry had completely lost their composure at this moment. They adopted the same stupid method, covering their faces with one hand and running forward while crawling.
This method obviously couldn't last for long. Harry and Draco, who had not run more than fifty feet and received a lot of 'hard punches', also fell down. They huddled on the floor, holding their heads in their hands. He 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 the attack and sighed helplessly, "Cover your eyes and run. This is courting death."
Things turned out just as Harry expected. Every little wizard who came to this classroom tonight suffered a round of torture. No one could persist beyond fifty feet, and the girls who participated in the training, No one left the classroom without tears on their faces.
"From now on, you don't need to arrive at the Quidditch pitch before six o'clock, but you need to spend half an hour every day. You can choose your time and continue running. I will know if you have done as I asked."
Before leaving this classroom, Professor Brain issued this instruction that made all the little wizards cry.
"Before returning to the lounges of your respective colleges, you should go to the school hospital to deal with your injuries. Madam Pomfrey and I have already said hello in advance, and she will entertain you."
Professor Brain returned to his usual friendly tone. He smiled and said to everyone,
"You can leave now. Well, Harry, please stay here for a while. I have something I need to see you for."
Many young wizards gave Harry sympathetic looks, except of course those from Slytherin House.
Harry had never wanted to stay away from Professor Blaine so urgently as he did now, but he could only watch helplessly as Hermione and the others scrambled to leave the classroom.
"Professor Blaine——"
Harry tried to look as weak as possible and said pitifully,
"If you want me to try it again, I'm afraid - I mean, it hurts all over me."
"That has nothing to do with it, Harry."
Amosta said with a cheerful smile,
"I didn't expect you to be able to accomplish all this in just a few training sessions. In fact, I kept you here because I have a gift for you, ah - a late gift."
(End of chapter)
