The Prisoners of Hogwarts

Chapter 80 A More Painful Run and the Mirror

Chapter 80 A More Painful Run and the Mirror

"On the other hand, it is because you will feel a deeper pain than before in today's class."

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The young wizards in front of him stared wide-eyed, their faces showing surprise and a hint of fear about what was to come.

Lynch's smile grew even warmer: "The human body and will are amazing things; they follow a simple and fundamental principle—if you don't move forward, you fall behind."

"In the previous courses, each of you demonstrated amazing perseverance, completing each lesson with high quality and quantity, and," he paused deliberately, his gaze sweeping over the increasingly tense faces, "you have gradually adapted to this training method."

"To be honest, I'm very pleased and also surprised," Lynch said with a hint of genuine approval. "You've adapted much faster than I expected. This proves that there's still enormous untapped potential within each of you."

"So, even without the Ministry of Magic's unexpected ban, I was planning to stop my long-distance running training for a while."

He walked to the edge of the field, his voice clearly reaching each student's ears: "Among Muggles, there are some scholars dedicated to exploring the limits of the human body. Their research shows an interesting phenomenon—when your body and will become accustomed to a certain heavy load, if you give them a period of rest, allowing that taut string to relax, perhaps for two to four weeks, and then apply the same, or even stronger, pressure again..."

Lin Qi turned around, his lips still curved in that warm smile: "...The pain you experience will be far more intense and profound than when you first began this training!"

"I believe that, setting aside the subtle differences in magic, and simply comparing physical structure and the mechanisms by which the mind and will endure,..."

There is no fundamental difference between Muggles and wizards. Therefore, this theory must also apply perfectly to you.

"In conclusion," Lynch's gaze swept over the group of young wizards again, clearly noticing that many of their faces were beginning to lose their color, "I hope you had a good run."

After saying that, he gave the students no time to digest or lament, and snapped his fingers crisply.

"Snapped!"

Several golden-red fireworks suddenly burst into bloom in the sky.

As the fireworks exploded, the young wizards, half-believing, half-doubting, half-apprehensive yet unwilling to disobey, began a new round of hellish running.

Ten minutes later, Harry was incredibly grateful to Hermione for letting him get a good rest the night before.

Today's run was definitely more painful than any I can remember.

Each step I took was more strenuous than before, and I could feel a stronger burning sensation and fatigue in my body.

Breathing became more difficult than before, his heart pounded, and a suffocating feeling gripped his neck.

Professor Lynch's magic studies class knocked out almost all the students who attended.

Under Madam Pomfrey's masterful healing magic, their superficial health was restored—their minor injuries were repaired.

The depleted energy was also replenished.

However, that deep-seated weariness remained buried in their souls, lingering there.

Even after treatment, they were still unable to get up, and many of them fell into a deep, unconscious sleep on the ground. Finally, a large number of house-elves came out of the castle and sent the students back to the castle.

Thanks to the resilience he developed at the Dursleys' house, Harry was in better shape than his classmates and did not fall into a deep sleep.

I just felt weak and sore all over, and my head was spinning.

That's when he first learned that there were so many house-elves in Hogwarts Castle.

But they were completely different from the house-elf standing next to Professor Lynch, unlike the house-elf named Tots who wore a black tuxedo.

These house-elves were all dressed in clothes that looked like pillowcases. They looked timid and hesitant, but they simply stretched out their slender fingers and used invisible magical power to gently lift the students' bodies, which were lying haphazardly on the ground, and make them float in the air.

Then, after a spectacular post-class "evacuation," the sleeping students were quickly and orderly sent back to their respective houses' warm common rooms and dormitories. Harry overheard rumors that Professor McGonagall had lodged a strong protest with Professor Lynch in the teachers' lounge.

"They almost got into a fight!" Fred and George said in unison, exchanging knowing glances as they relayed the gossip.

Harry didn't know where the twins got the information from, but they spoke with great detail, and Professor McGonagall's expression was indeed more serious than usual in the following days, so he decided to believe the gossip.

He inwardly applauded Professor McGonagall's act of standing up for him. Ever since he learned that Professor Lynch and Snape had a good relationship, he had rarely sided with Professor Lynch.

After waking from a deep sleep, Hermione was somewhat interested in the large number of house-elves Harry had mentioned, but Harry couldn't explain why, he didn't even know where they came from.

Harry embarked on his planned library exploration.

Unfortunately, he didn't find any useful information, but there was an unexpected surprise. While hiding from Mr. Filch and Snape, he accidentally ran into a room and found a magical mirror inside.

This is a very impressive mirror, reaching all the way to the ceiling, with a gorgeous gold frame. It is supported by two claw-shaped feet, and there is a line of words on the top that he can only vaguely understand.

Harry saw his family, whom he had never seen before, in the mirror.

He saw the beautiful woman with deep red hair and eyes exactly like his own.

He also saw the tall, thin man with the same messy hair as him.

There were other people, all his family members, standing in the mirror looking at him and smiling kindly at him.

Harry wants to introduce his family to Ron and Hermione.

So the following evening he took both of them out of the common room as well, and the three of them wandered around the corridor for a long time.

My feet were almost numb from the cold before I finally found the house.

Unfortunately, what Ron and Hermione saw in the mirror was completely different from themselves.

So on the third night, he had to go alone.

Ron and Hermione tried to persuade him not to go again, but he didn't listen.

When Harry pushed open the door with a "Oops!", he desperately wished time could turn back a moment and that he had listened to Ron and Hermione and obediently returned to his dormitory to snuggle into his warm bed.

But he can't.

He could only stand rooted to the spot, trying to hold his breath and not make a sound.

Because he saw two people sitting in front of that mirror.