Snape glanced at Dumbledore, his face was as calm as water.
Even after being together for many years, Snape still couldn't tell from this face what Dumbledore was thinking in his heart.
He turned his head.
"This is his own business."
With his calm voice and his always cold face, he was like another Dumbledore.
Dumbledore shook his head slightly.
"Harry's training has been too much recently, which is not good for his health. I think you can actually give him some potions to restore his mental or physical health."
Snape's eyes changed slightly and then disappeared.
"No need, he wants to do this, and if anything happens it's his own business."
The room fell into silence again.
Wednesday.
Harry looked at the package in front of him in a daze.
"Who sent a package to themselves again?"
First of all, it is absolutely impossible for his evil uncle and his family to be together.
Secondly, although he went to an ordinary school, he didn't have any friends there, and they didn't know he was in Hogwarts.
Other than that, he seemed to have had no contact with anyone else.
It's impossible for people from outside, so it can only be people from Hogwarts.
"Is it Hagrid?"
Harry thought as he opened the package.
His face was a little pale.
He has been training with all his strength in the past three days. Mentally, because of the inexplicable coolness, he has always been in an extremely sober state.
In this state, Harry felt great!
Even the control of the broomstick seems to have risen to a higher level.
That's an indescribable feeling.
It's like
It was as if he suddenly had twice as much energy!
right!
That’s how it feels!
Harry felt that at that time, his entire brain became different.
Become more flexible and in control.
"Is this my talent?"
Harry unconsciously touched the scar on his forehead again.
He is the ‘savior’!
Even Voldemort, who had never failed, failed with him. How could he not have his own talent?
Although Harry still doesn't quite understand the ability of this talent, based on what it has shown now, he believes that his future will be very different!
Let’s not talk about anything else.
Just relying on this 'talent', Harry increased his speed to 180 kilometers per hour in just three days of training!
And now there are still three days before the game starts.
Harry is very confident that he can increase his speed to 200 kilometers per hour before the competition!
"By that time, his only speed advantage will be gone! Just wait, I will definitely defeat you in front of everyone in the school!"
Harry swore secretly.
"Ahem!"
Harry coughed suddenly.
The hand that was unpacking the package suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness.
"Are you feeling a little unable to hold on?"
Harry frowned.
Although he could hold on mentally during these three days of training, his body seemed to be failing.
The coolness only affected his spirit, not his body.
This was one of the reasons why he looked pale.
Harry's expression changed several times.
Regarding his physical problems, he tried to eat more nutritious food, which had partial results, but did not solve the fundamental problem.
His physical problems were not due to lack of nutrition, but due to overtraining and exhaustion.
This kind of fatigue needs to be resolved by rest.
Simply supplementing nutrition will not solve the problem.
"Do you want me to rest?"
Harry looked struggling.
Now is his most critical period. Whether he can defeat that person depends on his training in the past few days. How can he rest?
But without rest, his body cannot hold on. If this situation continues, he may not be able to last until the day of the competition!
In struggle.
Harry had unknowingly opened the package.
Inside is an exquisite wooden box with a letter on top of it.
Harry picked up the letter.
Harry:
I know you've been practicing very hard these days for the weekend Quidditch match, which is good.
However, I don't want you to harm your body.
Winning the Academy Cup is important, but your body is equally important!
No, your body should be more important!
There is no Academy Cup champion this year, but there will be one next year.
But you only have one body.
I hope you can keep this in mind!
at last
Although I don't really like this method.
However, I have prepared two bottles of magic potion for you in the box, one blue and one red.
The blue bottle of potion can replenish your consumed spirit, and the red bottle of potion can eliminate your physical fatigue.
Remember, this is the only time!
From now on, you can never harm your body for no reason like you do now!
Professor McGonagall.
"Professor McGonagall"
Harry felt a warm feeling in his heart.
Professor McGonagall really helped him a lot!
It was she who allowed herself, as a first-year freshman, to join the Gryffindor Quidditch team as an exception and become its seeker.
It was she again who gave him the broomstick he currently uses, Nimbus 2000.
This is the latest broomstick that even Draco has never owned!
Now, it's her again.
Give yourself what you want most when you need it most.
"Potion!"
Harry quickly opened the wooden box.
I saw that there were indeed two bottles of magic potion inside.
One bottle is blue and one bottle is red.
There is also a piece of paper on the side with instructions for using these two potions.
The method is very simple, you only need to use a glass object, pour it out and take it orally directly.
The best dosage is one tablespoon.
With the amount of these two bottles of potion, Harry can probably use it for a week.
Harry ignored the blue bottle of potion and directly picked up the red bottle of potion.
Then he took out a glass, poured a tablespoon of it, raised his head and drank the potion into his mouth.
After a while, Harry felt his body getting better. He clenched his fists and found that he was strong again.
The paleness on his face quickly disappeared, leaving a trace of ruddy color.
"This potion is so miraculous! My body has improved so quickly, even better than before!"
There was a hint of excitement on Harry's face.
"Sure enough, this is Merlin (a great magician in legend) protecting me!"
At this time, he felt like he was a real 'savior', capable of anything!
Nothing can stop him!
Harry tightly held the red bottle of potion in his hand.