Harry Potter's Catastrophe

"Carney, wake up!" Neville shook the sleeping Carney.

"Huh?" Carney woke up in a daze, "What's wrong?"

"You're going to be late for Defense Against the Dark Arts!" Neville was fully dressed at this time.

"Oh, what time is it now?" Carney suddenly woke up a lot and immediately got out of bed and started getting dressed.

"It's half past eight!"

"Why did I oversleep..." Carney and Neville left the dormitory together.

Fortunately, I arrived at the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom before the bell rang, and the purple-headed Professor Quirrell was already standing inside.

"Good morning, Professor!" Carney said hello to Professor Quirrell with a smile. This was a must.

"Oh! What a polite boy, go back to your seat!" Professor Quirrell said intermittently with a smile, trying not to stutter.

Carney and Neville found Harry and Ron and sat down behind them, and he began to think about last night.

"Neville, wasn't I practicing meditation by the window last night? Why did I run to the bed?" Carney's memory of last night was that he started to clear his mind and closed his eyes to meditate. Then he became a little sleepy and didn't know anything.

"Last night you were repairing and then you fell asleep and lay on the floor." Neville said.

"We just wanted to get out of bed to help you, but you stood up again. Because of what you said before going to bed, we didn't dare to say anything." Ron found an opportunity to turn around and interject.

"I stood up again?" Carney said confusedly, "I stood up and then?"

"Then you sat down again and looked out the window. We saw that you were fine and fell asleep. You must have been sleepwalking." Neville whispered.

Seeing Professor Quirrell looking this way many times, Carney felt uncomfortable continuing the conversation.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts class was really boring, and Quirrell just kept reading from the textbook...

I guess Voldemort didn't want them to learn their true skills, so Carney was on a mission. Maybe it was me sleepwalking.

Carney felt very sleepy. It was like he didn't sleep last night. He must have been sleepwalking all night. Carney watched Quirrell talking intermittently about the contents of the textbook. His eyelids became heavier. Professor Quirrell's voice was a typical lullaby. I don't know. Professor Binns of the History of Magic has such profound knowledge, I fell asleep thinking about it...

"Okay, let's finish this lesson here." Professor Quirrell just finished.

He slept like this all morning, and Carney just caught up on his sleep.

"Eh? Where's Hermione? Why do you think you don't see anyone except in class?" Carney asked on the way to the restaurant.

"Hermione has been in the library all day," Harry explained.

There is another herbal medicine class in the afternoon. There are three herbal medicine classes a week.

The herbal medicine class is in the greenhouse, and the content is about the cultivation, function and maintenance of bubble root. Its pus has a special effect on very difficult pimples. Well, it is specially used to treat large pustules. It should...

Today, I went there right after class. I practiced magic on the eighth floor. It doesn’t matter if it’s magic or not, you have to get proficient first. If you don't have enough talent, you need proficiency.

After taking a bath in the evening, he went through a daily routine of physical exercise, which shocked Harry and Ron's jaws.

Carney is still one fist taller than Harry, Ron is two fingers taller than Harry, and Neville is about the same height as Carney, just a little fatter.

It can be seen from this that Harry was really abused. Ron's family was not in good condition and they had to raise seven children. Neville was really spoiled since he was a child, but he was also relatively sensible. After all, his parents had been hospitalized since he was a child. , relatives take good care of him, unlike Harry.

"My lord, Merlin, you are too impressive. Fred and George can't even do 20 push-ups." Ron said in surprise.

"Well, if you start practicing with me from now on, you can do 30 in two weeks." Carney said.

"It's been taking so long, let's forget it..." Ron is not very interested in practicing for two weeks.

"Let me tell you, in two weeks, you will be able to knock Malfoy to the ground with one punch and tell you to stop hitting him." Carney changed to a method that Ron was more interested in.

"I'll practice!" Ron's interest really increased.

Ron's physique was average, and he fell to the ground after sitting for less than five minutes, and it was not up to standard.

"You should do sit-ups first." Carney suggested. Sit-ups are easier to practice. Exercise your abdominal muscles first. Push-ups also require abdominal strength, that is, waist strength.

Harry came out after washing up, and after getting to know each other, he also joined the training team. He met Malfoy this afternoon. To be honest, if someone said before that there was anyone more annoying than Dudley, he would not believe it, but today he Believed.

"Carney, can we see your muscles?" Harry asked during a break.

"Of course." Carney took off his shirt to reveal the muscles underneath. Of course, they were not particularly obvious. There were only four abdominal muscles, but the biceps were still very obvious.

Because he remembered a neighbor kid in his previous life. He was very obsessed with muscles and exercise. He had built muscles since he was a child, and his eight-pack abs were very obvious. As a result, he was shorter...

Some people say that playing basketball can help you grow taller, while others argue that only those who grow taller can play basketball. This is just like what Mrs. Yang Ersao, who sells tofu across the door from the Lu family, said: The richer you are, the more unwilling you are to relax, and the more unwilling you are to relax, the richer you are. This sentence is also an endless loop. Most of our Zhou Shu people have nothing to say and are even given a pair of gloves.

"Merlin's beard, how did you practice it? How long will it take for us to be like you?" Ron wanted to touch the devil, but Carney slapped him away.

"One year." Carney estimated, if he doesn't practice hard enough.

"If I punch him now, Malfoy may have to go to the infirmary to see Madam Pomfrey." Carney Howe said without exaggeration.

"Merlin's beard, this is so awesome, I want to put Malfoy into the infirmary with my own hands!" Harry had already seen Malfoy's nose and face swollen.

As for Seamus, he was not interested in this at all, and said that they couldn't hold on for a few days. As for Neville, come on, he has to lose weight first, otherwise he can do push-ups with his belly on the ground, and don't even think about sit-ups. For him It's said that he is too strong to lock men, and the food in the restaurant is so good, he has gained a little weight.

Harry and Ron used to do sit-ups and shout "Kill Malfoy!"

But after some coaxing from upstairs, the voice became much quieter: Those downstairs are still asleep, there are still classes tomorrow!

I have been exercising for almost half an hour. If it is too much, my body will not be able to bear it and I will not be able to get out of bed tomorrow.

Carney plans to continue cultivating immortality. He fell asleep without any explanation yesterday.

"If I am sleepwalking, there is no need to wake me up if it does not endanger your personal safety." Carney reminded the people in the dormitory.

"What if you do harm?" Neville had so many questions...

"Then run away for your lives!" Carney said seriously, he was afraid that he would strangle Neville to death.

Then four pillows hit him…

Kani came to the place where he meditated yesterday. He couldn't sleep today. He opened the window and sat down. The cold moonlight shone on Kani and repeatedly covered him with a silver-white cloak.

He closed his eyes, adjusted his breathing, and used his mental power to sense his surroundings.

He didn't know whether the magic power was tangible or intangible. Assuming it was invisible, where was the magic power in the body? How to recover?

He still prefers the tangible, but it is as small as a molecule. In novels, meditation is always mentioned in a vague and mysterious way. This kind of thing is mentioned briefly, but in fact, it is very clueless when it comes to practice.

He tried his best to sense every part of his body. If the magic power were as small as a molecule, the magic power absorbed through meditation should enter the capillaries through the pores of the human skin, and then enter the human body through the blood.

Well, you have to learn magic scientifically, and don't be like an uneducated person. Alas, the magic power just enters the body in a flash.

He had been meditating for more than ten minutes and felt nothing except that the air was a little cold, not even a mosquito.

Gryffin's dormitory is the highest among the four houses, located in a tower on the eighth floor.

Although I didn't feel the wind blowing in, it was still very cool. Should you close the windows? Although it's not very cold, it's always bad to catch a cold. Carney closed the windows, but it didn't make him feel much warmer.

The silver moonlight shines through the window, reflecting Carney's shadow on the wall.

This coldness has nothing to do with opening the windows. Every dormitory, lounge and classroom has constant temperature magic, so it won't be cold.

Carney wanted to understand this and reopened the window. Well...-, he couldn't help but farted...

Carney sat there for another ten minutes, which also required perseverance, and still felt nothing.

He opened his eyes and saw a full moon in the sky. Yesterday's moon was not as full as today. He had seen the moon before, but he had rarely seen such a round and bright moon. Maybe this was the wizard's world. Looking from other places, The moon shouldn't be that clear.