Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Hermione and Ron looked sideways.

For the first time they knew exactly when Harry woke up.

It's four thirty in the morning.

No wonder they never saw Harry get up, it had nothing to do with getting up sooner or later, it was because Harry's rest time was shorter than they expected. They are hard-working children, and they don't go to bed until one or two in the morning every day.

Even Hermione had to have at least four hours of sleep with the help of the potion before she could almost recover fully and cope with the busy day ahead.

Harry slept more than one o'clock, got up at 4:30, and had only a short three-hour rest.

this.

"Harry, you said I should pay attention to my body, but you!" Hermione's eyes became dangerous and her tone was sharp.

"Don't worry, I'm fine." Harry reassured her.

Hermione interrupted him with a cold tone: "I don't know that a person who is still in the developmental stage will be fine if he only sleeps for two hours a day!"

"Whether it's from a magical point of view!"

"It's still from a scientific point of view!"

"I can't explain it clearly."

"I think magic is fine." Harry lowered his voice softly, "It's a little trick, I'll discuss it with Professor Flitwick to see if it can be changed into a more universal magic."

Hermione stared at him suspiciously.

I really doubt whether Harry is relying on his strong physical fitness to hold on, this person is also somewhat duplicity.

"Really." Harry put his arm around Hermione's shoulders, and put his face closer, "You can see that there is a big difference between a good rest and a bad rest."

Hermione blushed, but continued to watch carefully.

Nowhere was left untouched, from forehead to chin.

Not too many traces of fatigue.

"Then treat it as magic." Hermione grunted reluctantly and nodded in response.

She didn't dictate Harry's life. If those things happened to her, the heavy pressure would keep her awake all night, and Harry was already fine.

The next day, early in the morning.

Neville was dragged awake by Harry.

He was in a daze, but he didn't complain. He was being manipulated by Harry, and after changing his clothes with a spell, he walked out of the lounge, ran out of the castle, and started his day's exercise.

Not long after they left the break room.

Hermione yawned, and walked out of the girls' dormitory with the book in her arms. She woke herself up with a stream of clear water, sat by the fireplace, and concentrated on reading.

Outside the castle.

Even in summer, the early morning wind was not mixed with any dry and hot breath, and the coldness hit his face. Neville couldn't help shivering, his mind was clearer, he clenched his fists, and followed Harry's footsteps. Follow him around the Black Lake to the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

Start running around the furthest outer circle of Hogwarts.

Before reaching a quarter, Neville was out of breath, sweating profusely, and vomited, throwing out all the food he ate last night.

"Harry," Neville said tremblingly while throwing up, "I, I can't do it."

Harry didn't speak, just stood aside, and found a bottle of potion in his hat.

Wait for Neville to finish throwing up.

He grabbed Neville's chin, and before the pudgy little fat man could react, he unscrewed the cap of the bottle and roughly poured the potion into his stomach.

Neville struggled subconsciously.

Struggling as if his hands were drowning, but he couldn't resist Harry, clutching in vain, coughing and being forced to drink the potion.

"Harry, what is this?" Neville was so bitter that his face turned green and his voice was hoarse, "You can just say it, I will drink it."

"Run." Harry pushed him and led him to run forward, "Don't stop."

Neville moved subconsciously.

His legs were heavy and numb, and the lactic acid deposits were like roots, connecting his feet with the ground. In his throat, esophagus, intestines and lungs, the burning feeling was still there, and he might run away. His brain and his body were both Tell him he can still run.

Neville had never felt that Hogwarts was this big.

He had never discovered that there were so many strange things in Hogwarts - statues he had never seen, scenery he had never seen, and even some plants that he thought Hogwarts would not have. In these small corners, tenacious and difficult to take root.

ran around.

They stopped by the Black Lake, just as the sun was rising, a ray of light pierced through the clouds, and fell like mottled scales on the calm water of the Black Lake.

Neville tried to sit down, collapsed, and just sank into the soft grass.

Harry tugged at him and refused to let him sit down: "Don't rest immediately after exercising, walk around me for a while."

Neville trembled, and moved away.

At the beginning, he could still feel the ravages of exhaustion on his body, but soon, he couldn't feel it anymore, his body was numb, no fatigue, no pain, no use of strength, these feelings didn't exist.

It wasn't until the run was over that this sense of powerlessness returned to his body.

Harry raised his hand and glanced at the time: "One hour and twenty-seven minutes."

Neville turned his head and looked at the road he ran: "I actually ran a lap, and it took more than an hour."

Harry was expressionless: "It was half an hour later than I expected."

Neville was taken aback.

Harry held up two fingers: "And it's two laps, not one lap."

Neville took a deep breath, choked himself badly, and it took him a long time to recover from his cough. He weakly widened his eyes as much as possible, and looked in disbelief at this peer in front of him who was only panting slightly, but whose robes were also wet with sweat.

After just one lap, he felt that most of his life had been folded into it.

two laps

That's really going to give away your life.

"But your physical fitness, you have to take your time." Harry waved his wand, and two dead logs stuck by the lake flew towards him. They twisted and changed into two wooden swords in his hands, and threw one of them over. "Rest now." Almost there, come on."

"I'll teach you some simple sword skills."

Neville scrambled to catch it.

Harry said softly: "Wizards don't need to learn swordsmanship, magic is enough to solve many problems, but you are different, you want revenge."

"Except for wizards who are as powerful as Professor Flitwick and Professor Snape, for most wizards, once they get close, they can almost be sentenced to death. There is a big age gap between you and those people. Sword skills It's a great addition."

With another wave of his wand, he conjured a training dummy.

Neville took a deep breath and gripped the sword firmly.

Harry straightened his sword grip.

Just like Vesemir and Geralt did back then.

But he didn't plan to take out the herbal potion, let Neville also try to become a demon hunter. Being able to master extraordinary power without any side effects is already a very good thing, and there is no need to add any burden to life.

Herbal potion is a gamble where life is used as a bargaining chip. The winner lives, and the loser dies.

And the probability of winning is very low, as low as ten people, maybe only two or three people can survive.

Neville wasn't at the point where he had to take his life, although Harry knew full well that he would be more than happy to do so.

The sun is getting hotter and hotter.

"Okay, let's call it a day." Harry waved his hand.

Neville took a deep breath, "Harry, what time is it?"

"Seven o'clock," Harry replied.

Neville continued to chop the dummy: "I can train for another hour, I think I can hold on."

"But your body isn't good enough." Harry shook his head, snapped his fingers, and the wooden sword in Neville's hand turned back into a branch, "You want to grow your body, not destroy it, and we'll ask Madam Pomfrey later, See if she thinks you are overloaded with your exercise today, and then make a specific training plan later."

During training, Neville only felt that long-distance running was painful.

Not only is it a torture to the body, but also to the spirit.

But after dinner and his first history of magic class, the bitter fruit of the morning's training began to bite back at him.

Everywhere except my head hurts.

Legs, knees, stomach, wrists.

But soon, his head started to hurt, and after History of Magic came Potions class, and Snape was very grateful to announce to them that this might be the last year for him to stay with you incompetent people.

The sixth grade advanced class, only those who have obtained an "O" in the owls examination are eligible to participate.

This made many people who were struggling in Potions class quite worried.

Although Snape was a little bit poisonous, scolded a little bit, left a little more homework, and was a little stricter about potions, no matter how many shortcomings he had, he couldn't deny that his accomplishments and achievements in potions , the youngest Potions Master, almost meant that he was destined to become the best Potions Master.

Especially those young wizards who are committed to graduating and working in St. Mungo's, the advanced class of Potions class, are the most unwilling to give up this opportunity.

At noon, Harry took Neville to the school infirmary.

Although the first day of school.

The school infirmary was still overcrowded, mostly young wizards in the third grade—this was just the beginning of Hagrid's Protection of Magical Animals class, and they were not quite used to it. Gryffindor was still the main force, but the sickest people lying in the cubicle were wearing green-bottomed robes.

Madam Pomfrey examined Neville carefully, and quickly came to the result: "Too much exercise at one time."

"Are you going to start losing weight? There's no need to use the Muggle way. I can prescribe a few bottles of weight loss potions for you, just like Pomona"

Neville shook his head: "No, I'm not losing weight, I'm learning from Harry and exercising."

"Exercising?" Madam Pomfrey nodded thoughtfully, "There is no need to be so anxious, you can take it easy and gradually increase the amount of exercise."

Neville was struggling, and shook his head again: "Madame Pomfrey, will today's exercise harm my body?"

"Of course not. It seems that Mr. Potter has prepared potions for you? This is within the acceptable range." Madam Pomfrey answered him carefully, "As long as you don't abuse potions, of course, if you want to drink potions every day If you take it, you have to reduce the dose by one bottle."

Harry nodded, responding.

"Then I have to reduce my exercise?" Neville frowned.

Madam Pomfrey shook her head: "No, of course you don't need it. Mr. Potter seems to think you are too fragile. Just wait for a bottle after the exercise."

Neville was very pleasantly surprised: "Then I can increase the amount of training?"

"How much can it be added?"

Madam Pomfrey sighed deeply: "I don't recommend the little wizard to be so eager for quick success, but since it is Mr. Longbottom, I will provide you with the best advice."