6kv Chapter 150 Dynamic Difficulty and Preparation
Chapter 150 Dynamic Difficulty and Preparation
Chapter 150 Dynamic Difficulty and Preparation
The calm on his face slowly faded, replaced by a deep contemplation.
Lin Qi stretched out his hand, his slender fingertips not touching randomly, but with a precise calculation, and began to slowly trace the wooden door bearing countless magical runes and the rough stone wall around it, as if he were making a deduction on an invisible blueprint.
Every close call Harry made, every decisive choice of spell and every wrong move, replayed clearly in his mind.
He quickly calculated the subtle gap between the freshman's combat intuition, which far surpassed that of his peers, and his current strength. As his fingertips brushed across the door, the silent runes on the door flickered slightly, and a barely perceptible sound of a mechanism adjusting came from the depths of the corridor.
He was making more precise and complex adjustments to the entire alchemical mechanism system.
This corridor wasn't built just for Harry Potter.
He needs to build a dynamic system that can adapt to different ability levels, and draw a just-right, challenging but not hopeless line for each grade.
What students need are "difficulties" that can be overcome with effort, not "iron walls" that inspire fear and lead to complete abandonment.
Finally, he took a step back, his gaze sweeping over the corridor that had returned to silence, yet was subtly different on a magical level.
Then, without turning his head, he snapped his fingers crisply, and the lights in the niches around the classroom went out, the bright spots floating in mid-air gradually dimmed, and darkness gently swallowed everything.
He turned and walked out of the classroom. The heavy wooden door closed silently but firmly behind him, making a dull thud, signaling the imminent return of the challenger's footsteps.
On Friday afternoon of the first week of Hogwarts, the sun barely pierced through the thin clouds. When Professor Lynch arrived on time at the open space outside the castle, a large number of students had already gathered there.
The scene presented a stark contrast.
The students who had undergone the "baptism" of magic research courses had a solemn and tense expression on their faces, almost as if they had resigned themselves to their fate, like soldiers about to step onto a battlefield that was not a battlefield but was more like one, silently preparing to face this test of physical strength and willpower that they had to grit their teeth and get through.
On the other side, the freshmen who had just arrived almost wore their fear on their faces. They huddled together, looking around anxiously, especially the upperclassmen with somber expressions.
Clearly, they had already been warned about the course's "notoriety" through various channels—perhaps from the lingering fearful accounts of senior students in the common room, or from the exaggerated rumors they heard in the corridors.
Judging from their pale knuckles and the unconscious swallowing motions, what the older students generously shared was by no means some kind of encouraging and heartwarming advice.
Lin Qi stood on a slightly raised grassy slope, looking down at the students standing in front of him in groups according to their college and grade—especially the considerable number of students above the third year. A hint of admiration flashed in his eyes.
"I must say," his voice, though not loud, clearly cut through the breeze and the whispers among the students, reaching everyone's ears, "that seeing so many 'familiar faces' choosing this course again this year has surprised me."
His gaze swept across the crowd, and some older students subconsciously straightened their backs.
"This means that many of you are indeed prepared to return and undergo this long-distance running training that is less about learning magic and more about torturing your willpower." He used the word "torture," but his tone carried a strange sense of approval. "It takes courage, and not everyone has the courage to actively choose continuous hardship. For that, I admire your choice."
A small, suppressed commotion arose in the crowd, seemingly encouraged by the professor's straightforward approval.
"However," Lynch changed his tone, becoming more pragmatic, "the effectiveness of any form of training diminishes with repetition and adaptation. Your bodies and wills are gradually getting used to the pain and fatigue of this particular pattern, which is a good thing, proving that you are getting stronger; but it also means that the old challenges are no longer enough to bring about the same growth, and we need to make changes."
He paused for a moment to make sure everyone was listening and watching attentively.
"Therefore, starting this semester, the curriculum will be adjusted as follows: For first-year students, the weekly course content will still be long-distance running, which is the foundation and must be established. For second-year students and above," he first clarified the tasks for the freshmen, then looked at the middle and upper-year students who were clearly holding their breath, "you only need to do one long-distance run in the first week of each month. The purpose is to maintain that memory of fighting fatigue and pain, and to prevent your will from rusting."
This news clearly delighted many middle and upper grade students, and one could almost hear a collective sigh of relief.
No more having to endure that hellish lap race every week?
"Professor!" A third-year Hufflepuff student couldn't help but raise his hand, his face showing a mixture of relief and curiosity. "Then—what about the rest of the weeks? Don't we have classes?" He asked what almost all the older students were thinking.
Lynch's lips seemed to twitch slightly upwards, forming an almost smiling arc, but it quickly disappeared.
"Classes?" he repeated, his voice carrying a meaningful undertone. "Of course we have to go. Magic research classes are far more than just running and building willpower."
"As for what exactly to do—"
His gaze swept across a certain direction in the crowd, seemingly casually.
You'll find out next week.
Upon hearing this, Harry, standing in the crowd, subconsciously straightened his back, and an uncontrollable glint of anticipation mixed with tension and excitement flashed in his emerald green eyes—thanks to his confinement a few nights ago, he already knew a glimpse of what "next week" would be about.
That was by no means an easy course, and thinking about it, his competitive spirit, eager to try, made his heart beat slightly faster.
Ron immediately gasped, his face clearly saying, "I knew it couldn't be good." He lowered his voice and lamented to Harry, "That haunted house you mentioned, full of traps? Merlin's beard, he'll definitely have some kind of punishment, right? I mean, something worse than ink in the face?"
Hermione, on the other side, after a moment of stunned silence, suddenly brightened up, her eyes sparkling with intense curiosity and a thirst for knowledge. Ever since Harry revealed the existence of the "Transforming Corridor" to them, she had been fascinated by this unprecedented...
The highly practical course content is filled with great anticipation.
Lynch didn't offer any further explanation; he simply pointed to the edge of the track.
"Now, all grades, start running one by one, as usual!"
The students immediately sprang into action, their conversations quickly ceasing as their hurried footsteps rustled across the grass.
But this time, many senior students seemed to be walking much faster than usual, filled with complex curiosity and speculation about the mysterious course content "next week" that would no longer involve running.