Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation The effect of Snape's terrifying potion was astonishing. In fact, Harry could be discharged on Monday afternoon, and the first thing he did was to look for Dumbledore to ask about the sorting hat.
"Principal, I heard that the sorting hat has been cured?"
Dumbledore did not seem to have expected Harry's visit. He did not even have time to put away the various candies on the table, so he asked awkwardly, "Harry … Do you want to try some lemon candy?"
"Ah, no need, I have some myself." Harry took out a handful of candies from his pocket.
The two of them were silent for a few seconds, and then the topic shifted back to the sorting hat. Harry had already seen the sorting hat on the shelf next to the principal's table. It looked a little listless, but it seemed to have already taken a bath.
Dumbledore was all smiles as he peeled off a candy, put the candy wrapper into a small box on the table, and asked, "Harry, are you ready for the sorting?"
"Uh, do I need to prepare anything?" Harry did not understand.
Dumbledore did not answer Harry's question, but talked about Harry, "I heard that you're quite happy in school, right? You have friends in all four schools? "
Harry roughly understood Dumbledore's meaning, "Yes, I'm quite popular. But I don't know which school I'll be assigned to. Of course, I have a good relationship with Ron, but … I'm not sure if I'll be a Gryffindor, and I'm not sure about the sorting hat either. "
Dumbledore did not smile, which was rare. He was silent for a while, and then he showed a kind expression to Harry, "Then, let's try again."
Harry sat in front of Dumbledore uneasily, took the sorting hat and put it on his head.
"Oh, it's you again." The voice of the sorting hat in the dark was filled with anger.
Harry blinked. 'Yeah, yeah again. Now do you know which academy I should be assigned to?'
Silence, a long silence. Harry could only hear the humming of the sorting hat.
After about fifteen minutes, Harry suddenly smelled something burning, followed by the sound of tables and chairs colliding. Dumbledore shouted his name and came forward to take off the sorting hat.
Harry sat in a daze as he watched Dumbledore blow at the smoking sorting hat. The burning smell that Harry smelled became more and more obvious …
"Ahem, Harry, you see …" Dumbledore's eyes flickered, looking like a little old man who was being bullied by a bully. "The headgear is already like this, your headgear … How about you postpone it?"
Then … let's take it slow. Harry seemed to see a dark cloud floating over his head. It even sneezed, and it started to drizzle.
After walking out of the principal's office, Harry happened to bump into Drac, who was walking with Zabini and the others. The moment Young Malfoy saw Harry, his eyes became strange. "Potter, what are you doing?"
"I'm here to sort …" Harry looked up blankly. "But the sorting hat seems to have burned off because of the CPU overheating."
Drac's eyelids twitched, but she did not say anything. She quickly walked away with the Slytherin.
Harry walked down two more corridors with the dark cloud and saw Colo, who was playing with Peter. Colo looked at him and blurted out, "Harry, what's wrong with your hair?"
Harry's breath stagnated. He raised his hand and touched his head. He finally understood Dumbledore's guilt and Young Malfoy's hesitation.
Colo still said the second half of the sentence. "… Why does it look like the Mediterranean Sea? Hahaha!"
Harry pulled up his hat in shame and ran across half of the Hogwarts Castle, straight into Snape's cellar. "Professor, save me!"
In the end, Harry was kicked out of the cellar, and Madam Pomfrey seemed to be dissatisfied that Harry went to the Potions Professor for help first. She was not interested in treating his Mediterranean Sea. Even when Harry followed the crowd to participate in the combat training at the Union Building, the hair on his head was still scarce.
Yes, the combat class on Thursday morning could be held at the Union Building.
Early in the morning, Harry changed into his combat training clothes and looked at himself in the mirror for a long time. Well, although I'm not tall and strong, I'm still a good guy. Harry praised himself as he picked up a baseball cap and put it on his head.
Harry packed his things and was ready to go to Ron, but before he went out, someone knocked on the door. When he opened the door, it was Spiderman and Timeline.
Peter pulled the reluctant Colo and said embarrassedly, "Harry, can I trouble you to help me supervise Colo and let him participate in the combat training with you?"
Harry was surprised. "Colo also needs to participate in the training?"
"My brother … I mean, Colo's health has not been very good. I've always wanted him to exercise." Peter seemed to gently pinch Colo, who wanted to refute, and then smiled at Harry. "So can I trouble you to supervise him for me?"
"Well …" Harry was a little confused. "Why don't you supervise him directly?"
Peter smiled embarrassedly and explained, "I'm helping Bucky with the third-grade tactical theory class."
Colo, who was forced to join Harry by his cousin, was very dissatisfied. He complained in front of the Gryffindor. "God, I'm fourteen years old! He still treats me like an eight-year-old child! And, even if I'm going to be in class with you, why do you want me to be in the first-grade class? "
This was the first time most of the first-grade students had seen the interior of the Union Building. The fully modern decor made many children from Muggle families feel familiar, and the children from wizard families feel novel.
When they saw the oil paintings on the wall, they were surprised. "Their portraits don't move!"
When they saw the minimalist furniture, they were surprised. "What a weird decor."
When they saw Hai Mei and Wally playing table tennis, they were surprised. "What game is this?"
When they saw Angel and Night Walker, who were still lazing in bed, they were surprised … Well, this student, no matter what background he came from, was quite surprised.
After a brief tour, Jason and Baines took the forty or so students from the two academies to a training room on the third floor of the Union Building. There were still no tables or chairs, but a lot of equipment was placed in the corner, and there was one more person in this class: the blonde Artemis.
Jason gave a brief introduction. "Considering your age and physical fitness, our initial plan is to do simple physical training first. First, the girls stand on the right, and the boys on the left. "
The children were quickly divided into teams. Jason saw that the boundaries between the Gryffindor and Slytherin were still obvious (Harry was the boundary for the boys), and said calmly, "Line up according to height from left to right, front to back. The girls are divided into two rows under Artemis' responsibility; the boys are divided into three rows."
The two academies were completely disorganized. Harry stood in the middle of the first row, with Neville Longbottom on his left and a small Slytherin on his right.
"Very good, this will be your team from now on." Jason was satisfied, and then motioned for Baines to come forward.
Baines, who had a military background, smiled shyly and said gently, "Let's move around first, then go downstairs and run ten laps."
The students, no matter which academy they were from, had a "WTF" written all over their faces, but Mr. Baines quickly changed his expression into a harsh winter. "No talking! No. 17, don't fall behind! This is only the fifth lap, keep up the speed! The one in front, don't hold hands! "
No. 17, Drac Malfoy, fell behind in the end, and she was not the only one who fell behind. The second was Neville, and the third was Colo … Most of them began to feel heavy after the fifth lap, but with Mr. Baines in the front and Jason Todd rushing at the back, they still finished ten laps. They gathered together and panted, sweating profusely. This time, no one cared which academy they were supporting.
Jason Todd's handsome face was stern, and he was not optimistic about their results. "When I was your age, I could already break into an underground gang's stronghold alone to catch the bandit leader."
The boys, who had adored him last week, were more or less dissatisfied with him at this moment, and for a moment, no one paid attention to his words.
"Mr. Todd, Malfoy can't breathe!" Ron suddenly shouted.
Harry looked back and saw Ron anxiously half-dragging Drac, who was sitting on the grass. Drac's gray eyes were tightly shut, and her face was pale, but her cheeks were abnormally red.
"Don't let him sit. Two of you, help him up and walk." Mr. Baines, who was prepared, brought over a few glasses of light saline water and handed them to the children who obviously could not stand it. He reminded them, "Don't sit. Get up and walk. And don't be in a hurry to drink the water. Drink it slowly. "
Ron and Zabini, who still had the energy to spare, helped Drac to walk slowly.
Harry panted for a while, and felt that he could not stand it anymore, so he asked for a glass of water and drank it slowly. At this time, he did not care about wearing a cap. He took off his baseball cap and fanned himself. After all, no one was in the mood to laugh at his "Mediterranean".
In the morning, they had also done strict high-leg running, horizontal bar, and bench press training. Everyone felt exhausted and couldn't do it anymore. They just wanted to go back and lie down.
Although Kronos was two or three years older than them, his physical fitness seemed to be really poor. When Jason Todd announced that in the future, they would have to do long-distance running to warm up before every class, he looked like he was about to collapse.
"You should also pay attention to exercise!" Baines emphasized. "Like the third graders, we will ask them to do weighted cross-country running."
Someone raised his hand and asked, "Mr. Baines, when can we start combat training?"
Jason answered decisively, "When you can run ten laps without collapsing."
Baines explained, "Currently, the third graders and above are doing combat training. You can go and watch."
After class, Harry and the others slowly walked back, supporting each other. On the way, they met the girls who were still chatting and laughing. He could not help but ask, "How does Artemis train you?"
"We are doing yoga!" The girls laughed in unison.
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