Hermione and Ron looked sideways.

For the first time, they knew Harry's exact wake-up time.

Half past four in the morning

No wonder they hadn't seen Harry get up, it had nothing to do with waking up sooner or later, it was Harry's rest time that was shorter than they expected. They were hardworking children who had to learn every day until one or two in the morning to go to bed.

Even Hermione had to have at least four hours of sleep with the help of potions to be almost fully refreshed and cope with the busy day ahead.

Harry slept a little more, woke up at half-past four, and had only two hours to rest.

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

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

Hermione interrupted him, her tone chilling, "I don't know if I'm alone, still in my formative years, and I'll be fine if I only sleep two hours a day!" ”

"From a magical point of view!"

"Still from a scientific point of view!"

"I can't explain it."

"I guess magic can." Harry lowered his voice softly, "A little trick, I'll discuss it with Professor Flitwick and see if I can change it to something more universal." ”

Hermione stared at him suspiciously.

I doubt that Harry is relying on his strong physical fitness, and this person is also a little duplicitous.

"Really." Harry put his arm around Hermione's shoulders and pressed his face to her, "You can see there's a big difference between resting well and resting badly. ”

Hermione's face flushed, but she looked at it carefully.

From the forehead to the chin, I didn't let go of anything.

There are not many traces of fatigue.

"Then think it's magic." Hermione snorted reluctantly and nodded in response.

She didn't tell Harry about his life, if those things fell on her head, the heavy pressure would make her unable to sleep all night, all night, Harry was already fine.

The next day, early in the morning.

Neville was dragged awake by Harry.

He was dazed, but uncomplaining, and was fiddled with by Harry, and after changing his clothes with the charm, he walked out of the lounge and ran out of the castle to start the day's workout.

Not long after they left the break room.

Hermione yawned, walked out of the girls' dormitory with a book in her arms, sobered herself up with a spring of water, sat down by the fireplace, and concentrated on reading.

Outside the castle.

Even in summer, the early morning wind was not mixed with any hot breath, and Neville couldn't help but shiver, cleared his head, clenched his fists, and followed in 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 he was a quarter of a quarter, Neville was panting, sweating profusely, and vomited, and groaned out all the food he had eaten last night.

"Harry." Neville spitted as he shuddered, "I, I can't do it anymore."

Harry didn't speak, but stood aside and pulled out a bottle of potion from his hat.

Wait for Neville to finish throwing up.

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

Neville struggled subconsciously.

His hands struggled as if they were drowning, but he couldn't resist Harry, and he clung in vain, coughing, and 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'll drink it." ”

"Run." Harry nudged him and continued to run forward with him, "Don't stop. ”

Neville subconsciously moved.

His legs were heavy and numb, and the lactic acid deposits were like roots, connecting his feet with the roots of the earth, and in his throat, esophagus, stomach, and lungs, the hot feeling was still there, and he could run, and his brain and body told him that he could still run.

Neville had never felt Hogwarts this big.

He had never noticed 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, all of which had taken root tenaciously and with great difficulty in these small corners.

Ran a lap.

They stopped at the edge of the Black Lake, and the sun had just risen, and a ray of light pierced the clouds and fell like mottled scales on the calm waters of the Black Lake.

Neville wanted to sit down, collapse, and sink into the soft grass.

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

Neville shuddered and stepped forward.

At first, he could still feel the exhaustion of his body, but soon, he couldn't feel it, his body was numb, what tiredness, what pain, what was useless, these feelings were not there.

It wasn't until the end of the run that this feeling of powerlessness returned to his body.

Harry lifted his hand and glanced at the time: "An hour and twenty-seven minutes." ”

Neville turned his head to look at the road he had run, "I actually ran a lap in just over an hour." ”

Harry was expressionless: "Half an hour slower than I expected." ”

Neville was stunned.

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

Neville took a deep breath and choked himself so badly that it took a few moments for his cough to subside, and he stared weakly at his peers in front of him, who was only panting slightly, but also sweating wet his robe.

In just one lap, he felt like most of his life had been folded in.

Two laps

That's really giving your life.

"But you have to take your time." Harry waved his wand, and two dead logs stuck in the lake flew in, twisting and turning into two wooden swords in his hand, throwing one of them over, "It's almost rested now, come on." ”

"I'll teach you some simple swordsmanship."

Neville scrambled to catch it.

Harry whispered, "There is no need for wizards to learn swordsmanship, magic is enough to solve many problems, but you are different, you have to take revenge." ”

"Except for wizards who can be as powerful as Professor Flitwick and Professor Snape, for the vast majority of wizards, once they are close, they can almost pronounce death, and there is a big age gap between you and those people, and swordsmanship is a good complement."

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

Neville took a deep breath and gripped his sword firmly.

Harry corrected his grip on his sword.

Learn from what Viselmir and Geralt did.

But he didn't plan to take out the green herbs, and let Neville try to become a witcher as well, and it was already a good thing to be able to master extraordinary powers without any side effects, and there was no need to add any more burdens to his life.

Green herbal medicine is a gamble that uses life as a bargaining chip, the winner lives, and the loser dies.

And the odds of winning are very low, as low as ten people, maybe only two or three people will survive.

Neville wasn't close enough to have to take his own life, though Harry knew he would be happy to do so.

The sun is getting hotter and hotter.

"Alright, that's all for today." Harry waved his hand.

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

"Seven." Harry replied.

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

"But your body can't." Harry shook his head, and as soon as he snapped his fingers, the wooden sword in Neville's hand turned back into a branch, "You're going to grow your body, not destroy it, we'll ask Miss Pomfrey later, see if she thinks you're overloaded with your workout today, and then make a specific training plan." ”

When it came time to train, Neville only felt that long-distance running was painful.

Not only physically, but also mentally tortured.

But when he finished eating and taking his first history of magic class, the bitter fruits of his morning training began to eat him.

It hurts everywhere except the head.

Legs, knees, stomach, wrists.

Soon, however, his head began to ache, and the history of magic was followed by Potions lessons, and Snape was glad to announce to them that this might be his last year with you incompetents.

In the Advanced 6th Grade class, only those who received an "O" on the OWLS test are eligible.

This makes many people who can't get up and down in Potions class quite worrying.

Although Snape has a poisonous mouth, scolds a little harder, leaves more homework and is a little stricter with potions, no matter how many shortcomings he has, it is impossible to deny that his attainments and achievements in potions, the youngest Potions master, almost means that he is destined to become the best Potions master.

Especially those young wizards who are committed to graduating and working at St. Mungo, the advanced class of Potions class is the most reluctant to give up this opportunity.

At noon, Harry took Neville to the school doctor's office.

Although the first day of school.

The school infirmary was still overcrowded, with third-year wizards - it was just starting out with Hagrid's Magical Beasts Conservation class, and it wasn't a good idea to get used to. Gryffindor was still the main force, but the most ill people lying in the cubicle were wearing green robes.

Madam Pomfrey examined Neville and quickly came up with the result: "Too much exercise at one time." ”

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

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

"Exercising?" Madam Pomfrey nodded thoughtfully, "There's no need to be in such a hurry, you can slow down a little more, and slowly increase the amount of exercise little by little." ”

Neville struggled and shook his head again, "Madam Pomfrey, is today's exercise physically harmful to me?" ”

"Of course not, it looks like Mr. Potter has a potion ready for you? It's all within acceptable conditions. Madam Pomfrey replied carefully, "As long as you don't abuse potions, of course, if you want to take them every day, you have to reduce the amount of potions by one bottle." ”

Harry nodded, and should come down.

"So I'm going to exercise less?" Neville frowned.

Madam Pomfrey shook her head, "No, of course not, Mr. Potter seems to see you too vulnerable, just wait for a bottle when the workout is over." ”

Neville was pleasantly surprised: "So I can increase the amount of training?" ”

"How much can I add?"

Madam Pomfrey sighed deeply, "I don't recommend a little wizard to be so quick about it, but since it's Mr. Longbottom, I'll give you the best advice." ”