"I can't understand why your figure has such a strong power."

Hermione pinched the soft muscles on Lynn's arm, which seemed to be lacking, and said in disbelief.

Lynn said seriously.

"Want to know what I am so strong?"

Harry and Ron, who had been secretly listening to each other, instantly pricked up their ears, and their necks were almost touching Lynn's eyes like giraffes.

Cedric, who heard Lynn's question, quietly stuck it in Yian's ear and said.

"I bet he's going to start cheating people again."

Yian rolled his eyes.

"Everyone who knows him knows that he won't have any serious answers."

Just as Ian said, because she was familiar with Lynn, Hermione actually didn't expect anything from his answer. Only Harry and Ron, two young men, would think that Lynn would teach them some invincible secrets.

"Then tell me."

"You only need to insist on 100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups, 100 squats, 10 kilometers of long-distance running every day, and you can't turn on the air conditioner no matter how hot you are. When you become bald, you will be invincible in the world. You only need one punch to kill me."

"Bah! You will become bald! And where does Hogwarts have air conditioning?"

Girls’ focus is indeed different from that of boys.

Hermione could only hear from the above sentence that Lynn was cursing her to become bald, while Harry and Ron paid attention to the secret of why Lynn was so powerful.

"Isn't this kind of exercise too much? We struggled to run ten kilometers a day, and there were 100 other push-ups, 100 sit-ups, and 100 squats. After doing these exercises, we didn't have time to go to class."

Harry and Ron were actually carefully analyzing whether what Lynn just said was feasible.

Hermione, who was so angry that she was not strong enough, punched them in the head.

"You believe these words too? Look at when did Lynn do these exercises during the day?"

Finally they separated in the auditorium, Hermione angrily brought the two fools back to Gryffindor's long table, while Lynn and Ian Cedric and they routinely ate supper at Ravenclaw's long table.

The first day of the sports meet has ended. Judging from the current scores of the first four grades, Gryffindor Academy has a relatively obvious advantage. After all, the Little Lions always have many wonderful ideas, and they usually have the most exercise and full energy in the castle. Even if Slytherin has a forced competition like Lynn, it cannot rely on individuals to influence the overall situation.

The supper prepared by the house elves today is very rich, almost no less than the school dinner.

This was what Dumbledore ordered the kitchen to do. After a day of exercise, the students were exhausted, both as spectators and as contestants.

Of course they can sleep well tonight.

After nightfall, Hogwarts Castle entered a long-lost tranquility.

Tonight, the little wizard who had no energy came out for a night tour, but a mouse sneaking out of the Gryffindor lounge was still wandering in the corridors of the castle.

Not only it, in Slytherin's dean's office, Snape, with a gloomy face, also pushed open the door of his office and walked into the silent castle corridor through the dark night.

Whether it was Peter the mouse or Snape without a wife, they thought that no one noticed their actions of going out at night.

But not long after Peter ran out of the Gryffindor lounge, the portrait of the fat lady who had been guarding the door of the Gryffindor lounge opened her eyes that were pretending to be asleep and then disappeared into the frame of her own portrait.

The same was true for the knight painting opposite Snape's office. Looking at Snape's back as he walked away in the corridor, the short knight opened his hazy sleepy eyes, muttered a few dissatisfaction, and then disappeared into his painting on his horse.

Peter and Snape's purpose seems to be exactly the same.

They were all wandering aimlessly in the castle late at night, trying to find something, but they had no goal, so they could only carefully test along the clues of the past in the places where they had sensed.

During this period, Peter met Snape no less than three times, but he carefully hid in the corner of the corridor to avoid Snape's discovery of something wrong with his mouse.

All their every move in the castle fell into the eyes of the murals in the corridor.

He wandered around and searched until three o'clock in the morning in the second half of the night. Snape finally couldn't stand it and returned to his office. He had to attend the second half of the sports meeting tomorrow and could not sleep all night.

Peter, who had no worries about this, kept looking for more than four points. Even in the most suspicious place, he ventured into a human form and called the name of the Dark King in a low voice in the most humble tone, but never received any response.

Peter, who had nothing, was extremely disappointed and planned to end his search tonight and was preparing to return to the Gryffindor lounge.

However, just as he climbed to the entrance of the fifth floor stairs, an extremely familiar and hot feeling suddenly swept over his arm!

Peter stopped running excitedly in an instant.

He carefully changed back to human form, and then tightly covered his left arm with the black demon marks tattooed on him. His voice trembled, and he called in a very humble and pitiful manner.

"Master! Great Master! Please show up, your slave Peter is loyal to you, and he will continue to serve you, even if he gives his life!"

A cold wind that made people tremble outside the castle blew, shaking the candles on the walls. At some point, the originally bright orange flame turned into a cold green.

"I... don't need your life... Peter."

The cold and hoarse voice, like a ghost in the underworld, came from somewhere, and suddenly rang near the stairs.

Peter was trembling with excitement. He crawled on the ground, as humble as if he wanted to inlaid his entire body on the ground.

"You are finally willing to meet your servant, the great master! I have always believed that you are not dead! How could a person like a god die under the hands of that bedbug-like baby! You are back alive! The entire magic world will tremble again for you!"

The miserable green fire was jumping in the wind, and the invisible sound that seemed extremely evil sounded again.

"Peter...will your loyalty... still convince me?"

Peter's eyes were extremely fanatical.

"I am your most loyal slave master! I can do anything for you! Just like thirteen years ago!"
Chapter completed!