Homecoming from Hogwarts

Chapter 383 Horrible
Professor Bryan waved his wand again, and the armors of Dingling Palms under the wall were immediately ready to throw 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 to give 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 was not 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 gesture represented, but Harry had seen it when he was in a Muggle school, and the starter would make such a gesture before announcing the start of the game at the sports meeting organized by the school.

Harry stared closely at Professor Brian's outstretched palm. Gradually, all the noise around him was suppressed by him, and he could only hear his own heartbeat. This feeling of concentration was a bit like the feeling he felt before catching the Golden Snitch in a Quidditch match. All moving objects seemed to sink into amber that was 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 before, the fruits of final victory fell into Potter's pockets. Even in the Quidditch match, he was behind. His pride and self-esteem made him unable to bear to lose to Potter in such contests. He chased hard and made up his mind to beat Harry tonight.

However, this game is not about speed.

Just when Draco was thinking about "revenging shame", more than a dozen big dung eggs finally "come down"!

In all fairness, the situation facing the four of Harry was much better than that of Professor Bryan just now. When Professor Bryan demonstrated for them, the first wave was attacked by dozens of big dung eggs, but now, there were only a dozen big dung eggs oncoming, and the number of attack targets suddenly quadrupled. Calculated, everyone 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 his door, 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 evasive movements at all. At the very moment, Draco hugged his head violently, and after a strange cry, he landed on his knees and did somersaults on the ground!
Harry was no better than Draco. He obviously wanted to imitate Professor Bryan's stunning 'C'-shaped position just now. Unfortunately, he didn't have a broomstick under him. Rapid direction changes under high-speed movements were not so simple. Harry slipped and fell straight to the ground with a bang.

"what!"

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, but always, Cedric staggered and dodged the first wave of attacks. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Harry and Draco who fell almost at the same time.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 his side. Before he could stand up straight, something slammed on his forehead, which directly made Cedric's eyes go black, and he was thrown off his feet.

Professor Brian's cold reprimand made Qiu Zhang at a loss. She obeyed the order instinctively. However, the sticky and stinky juice made her have no strength at all in her hands and feet.

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.

This way obviously couldn't last for too long, Harry and Draco, who had not run over fifty feet and received a series of 'heavy punches', also fell down. They curled up on the floor with their heads in their hands, no longer having 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, none of them could last fifty feet away, and none of the girls who participated in the training left the classroom without tears on their faces.

"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."





(End of this chapter)