Chapter 242: Being Abstract
Nine o'clock at night. Inside the Room of Requirement, Cuthbert and Alex were going at each other hard.
They'd spent the entire day goofing off, but come evening, they'd shown up on their own.
Regulus stepped out of his private cabin, took one look, and felt satisfied.
As for the daytime fun, let them have it. They were the right age for it. The Hufflepuffs could play until midnight on weekends. By comparison, these two were practically disciplined.
Hermes was on the far side of the training floor, deep in the dummy field. No wand. Just his body weaving between the enchanted mannequins.
Spells came from every direction. He twisted sideways, dropped low, slid a step left, dodged one after another.
When one was truly unavoidable, he took it on the arm, grunted as the impact sent him tumbling, then got up and kept moving.
He'd been at it all day. Morning was magic practice. Once his reserves ran dry, he switched to the dummy field for pure evasion work. Body and stamina, nothing else.
When enough magic trickled back, he returned to spellwork.