Mastering Lightning from Hogwarts

After warning the twins, Hog pondered for a moment before looking back towards the end of the line, where the first-year students were struggling to run, especially Harry, whose frail body meant he needed Neville's support just to keep up. Google search reading

"Harry, hang in there, the ring of stones is just ahead, remember to keep your breathing steady," Neville encouraged Harry softly. Having received training from Anduin before school, he wasn't under too much pressure, but Harry looked like he was about to collapse, sweat pouring down his face.

"Yeah…" Afraid of losing his breath, Harry didn't dare say much. He hadn't exercised much growing up, and suddenly undergoing such strenuous training was difficult to adapt to.

"Need someone to hold you up after running such a short distance? Seems our savior is nothing special…"

Just as the two were struggling to move forward, a sarcastic voice suddenly came from the side. Harry turned his head to see Draco Malfoy from the Slytherin line.

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Draco was also running with great difficulty. He was usually a pampered young master and hadn't experienced this kind of training, but he was able to barely keep up due to his good physique.

"What's it to you? Why don't you look in a mirror, your face is so pale it's almost turning white!" Ron, who was behind Harry, glared at Draco fiercely.

"Still better than needing someone to hold you up!" Malfoy retorted unwillingly, but then became short of breath from talking too much and had to shut his mouth and focus on exercising.

Hearing Draco's mockery, Harry felt uncomfortable. He gritted his teeth and broke free from Neville's support. "Thank you, Neville, I can run the rest myself."

With that, Harry struggled forward alone, leaving Neville to watch him helplessly.

"Tch, showing off at a time like this…" Draco muttered awkwardly, seeing this from a short distance away.

He didn't expect Harry to be so tough. Actually, when Draco first noticed Harry was struggling, he just wanted to say a few words to make fun of him.

But being spoiled since childhood had given him an air of arrogance, and he didn't know how to communicate calmly, so his words immediately came off as condescending.

However, after attracting Harry's attention, Draco didn't care about the effect. He just liked showing off his presence in front of others.

"Can't tell that this little kid Harry is such a tough nut." Hog, who saw this scene at the back of the line, chuckled inwardly. "Strong will is a good thing, makes him a good candidate for learning magic, but suddenly putting them through so much exercise, these little devils probably won't be able to handle it."

Having made up his mind, Hog sped to the front of the line, and after the main group arrived at the ring of stones, he shouted loudly, "4th, 5th, 6th, and 7th years, maintain this speed and run one lap around the ring of stones, then run back to the front courtyard along the same route, and then you can all disperse."

"Students below 4th year, this is the end for you. You don't need to run on the return trip, you're allowed to walk back slowly, but remember to leave time to change clothes and eat breakfast, you must make sure your body is dry."

Hearing Hog's words, the line immediately split into two extremes. The wizards above 3rd year were crying and wailing, while the lower-year students seemed to be relieved and instantly deflated, either collapsing on the ground panting or leaning against the stone piles to rest.

"Don't lie down!" Hog was furious when he saw the little wizards' actions. "You must stay standing after running, otherwise it will be dangerous."

With that, Hog put the whistle in his mouth again and rushed into the crowd, blasting them with a series of loud 'beeps' until everyone was forced to get up.

"This Hog, doesn't let people rest even after morning exercise is over." Ron leaned weakly against a broken wall, grumbling and complaining.

"But Hog is right." Neville was in good spirits, just covered in a layer of sweat. "Lying down or squatting after exercising is not good for muscle relaxation. Uncle Wilson used to scold me when he saw me lying down from exhaustion."

"Okay, okay." Ron stretched comfortably. "At least our morning exercise is finally over, but the thought of having to train every day makes my head hurt."

"Don't be so pessimistic, you'll basically get used to it after running for a week." Neville shared his experience, then looked at Harry, who was soaked in sweat, "How are you doing, still holding up?"

"I'm okay, although I'm tired, the feeling after sweating isn't bad." Harry took a breath and nodded, then suddenly pointed in surprise towards the south of the ring of stones, "Look, what's that?"

Reminded by Harry, everyone immediately looked in the direction he pointed, and the little wizards resting there discovered that there was actually a large training ground over there!

A large number of pieces of equipment stood scattered across the training ground. Near the ring of stones, there was an open area with floating targets, looking very much like a shooting range from the Muggle world.

They could also see a long track with many obstacles, including mud pits, puddles, barbed wire, low walls, and so on. Of course, there were also many facilities that the crowd couldn't figure out, and several buildings of unknown purpose in the distance.

"Could this be the field we're going to use for tactical training classes?" Hermione, who was not far from Harry and the others, exclaimed with wide eyes, "The location for the afternoon class seems to be next to the ring of stones."

"I'm already despairing about tactical training!" Ron covered his face in despair. "These devices are scary just to look at…"

"But didn't the professor say that if you want to improve your attributes, especially intelligence, you have to rely on the training methods of tactical training?" Although Harry was a little resistant after seeing this scene, he still yearned to improve his attributes.

With worries about tactical training, the crowd slowly returned to the castle from the ring of stones. Perhaps because of the exercise, everyone's appetite was surprisingly good at breakfast, and even Harry felt that his food intake had more than doubled.

However, the aftereffects of the training still manifested in the morning classes. Whether they were older or younger wizards, they seemed listless and found it difficult to concentrate in class.

However, because the professors had received prior notice from Anduin, they didn't take it to heart, and just tried to slow down the teaching pace as much as possible, putting what they would normally teach in half a class into a full class.

In the afternoon, even though everyone was reluctant, they still had to drag their heavy steps back to the training ground south of the ring of stones.

"So you three don't even bring textbooks to class?" Hermione, who arrived at the training ground before everyone else, couldn't help but complain, looking at Harry, Ron, and Neville, who had empty hands.

"Didn't you see all these scary things around?" Ron pointed to a device next to him that was six or seven meters high and had two hemp ropes hanging down.

"That doesn't prove that we don't need textbooks for today's class. Tactical training isn't all practical lessons." Hermione rolled her eyes speechlessly.

Being reprimanded like this, Harry and the others couldn't help but scratch their heads awkwardly. In their impression, Anduin's class was almost like a gym class. These past two days since school started, it's been either physicals or running. If they didn't know they were at Hogwarts, they probably wouldn't even bother bringing their wands.

One after another, the arriving freshmen cautiously toured the equipment in front of them, and the more daring ones even reached out to touch it.

When class was about to start, everyone saw a familiar figure darting out from the side.

"What is it again, Hog? Don't tell me you're even teaching the tactical training class?" Ron looked at the familiar dog in front of him with an annoyed expression. What exactly was Anduin doing? Was no one even going to show up to teach the class?

"What are you thinking? I haven't even started talking yet, what are you nervous about?" Hog glared at Ron. "The freshmen's class isn't in this area, come with me!"

With that, Hog wiggled his butt and led the crowd towards Hagrid's hut.

There was no other way, Anduin's training ground was just too big. What Harry and the others saw was just the outermost area. Besides that, there were actually many roofed buildings, but everyone had preconceived notions that the class would be held here.

Seeing this scene, Hermione couldn't help but roll her eyes at Harry and the others again, telling them they shouldn't have left their textbooks behind.

Next, the group followed Hog for a minute and entered a small factory-like building.

As soon as they entered, everyone felt a flash before their eyes, and a huge indoor square appeared in their view. The furnishings were similar to the training ground, but the style was very different from the harsh outdoor obstacle course. It was more like an indoor gymnasium, and the whole thing was very clean.

"Ron, look, there's a swimming pool!" Harry shouted, pointing to the side.

Everyone, including Ron, looked in the direction of his voice and found that it was indeed as he said. There was a standard-sized swimming pool, and there was even a high diving platform next to it.

After everyone looked closely, they discovered that the entire venue was actually divided into 4 large areas like a tic-tac-toe grid, one of which was the swimming pool.

There was also another area of the same size, which looked like a martial arts hall, with a large number of rattan swords and rattan sticks placed around it.

Another area had a large rack standing on it, with dozens or hundreds of swaying sandbags hanging from it, but these sandbags were obviously not for practicing boxing, because they were placed too close together, and would even bump into each other if they swayed slightly.

The last area was actually the indoor gymnasium that they saw at first glance after entering, and Anduin was standing in the middle of the gymnasium, smiling and waiting for everyone.