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Here is the thirteenth chapter.

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I take a deep breath and start. I remember doing push ups in PE. After 15 it feels my arms are on fire and I can't do anymore, I try a little more.

"Stop." Professor Apollo's voice rings out. I did 25 push ups in 10 minutes. I look up most people are trying to ease the pain in their arms. I look at the Royals they are still going on.

Professor starts asking for the no. of push ups from selected people.

"Dean Thomas." "20"

"Seamus Finnigan?" "20"

"Blaise Zabini?" "20"

"Ginny Weasley?" "25" Just like me.

"Harry Potter?" "25" I say.

"Fred and George Weasley?" "30" wow.

"Neville Longbottom?" "40" What?

"Luna Lovegood?" "40" Oh God.

"Hermione Granger?" "50" What in the world?

"Theodore Nott?" "85" huh?

"Pansy Parkinson?" "50" What the....

"Draco Malfoy?" "100" Oh Merlin.

"Wonderful." Professor Apollo concludes. "You guys are good. But you need more practice. Right now, you guys can sit and rest."

After a second thought he tells us to massage our muscles.

"What about them?" Madam Hooch asks Professor, pointing at the Royals. They are still going on.

Professor waves her off. "They are fine." I observe the royals. They are going so fast sometimes that they are a blur. There is no exertion on their face.

"How do they do so much?" Ginny whisper asks. I shrug.

After 15 minutes, Lady Thalia pulls off.

"How many?" Professor Apollo asks grinning.

"750." Lady Thalia says. And stretches.

"Fine." he says, as if it wasn't enough.

5 minutes later, Lord Nico pulls of.

Professor Apollo and Lady Thalia turn to the boy, who is massaging his arms.

"1050" he answers, the unanswered question. Holy hell.

Lord Jackson and Princess are still going on. I didn't think Princess had so much power.

"What is his last record?" Headmaster Dumbledore asks Professor Apollo. Who looks questioningly at the two royals standing.

"2000." Lord Di Angelo answers. Wait What? How? Where? When? Why?

"Impressive." Headmaster Dumbledore states.

"What about her?" Professor Snape asks pointing at Princess Anastasia.

"2000." Lady Thalia says. "Though I think she could have gone further but our aunt called." she said pointing at herself and Lord Di Angelo.

I looked back at the two Royals, they moved almost in sync. Up-down, up-down. Biceps and triceps flexing. It was quite beautiful on how they held their bodies.

"Ok everybody, get up we are going to Squat. Let's see who stays the longest time." Professor Apollo orders and everybody groans. Talking and complaining, we all get up and get into straight lines.

"When I say 'go', you need to get in the squatting position." Professor says. "Am I clear?" People nod and shout out their confirmation.

"Wonderful." Professor Apollo says. "One.... Two.... Three.... Go." He calls out and we get in the squatting position.

Not even two minutes later, from the corner of my eye, I see people falling down from their positions.

Ten minutes later my legs are on fire and I think I can't take it anymore. I wobble and fall. Sit down rubbing my legs I look around, the only people still there are Hermione, Luna, Malfoy, Parkinson, Nott and Neville. That's weird.

"Ok. You can stop." Professor Apollo says. He turns back to the royals.

Lord Jackson stops, "Holy Hera." he curses rubbing his arms.

"How many?"

"2250" Lord Jackson grunts.

Princess stops and sits down cross-legged. "Yay!!" she cheers.

"2300" she says, sending flying kisses towards the other three Royals. Lord Jackson pouts.

"Αυτό είναι κλεψιά, είσαι αθάνατος." Lord Jackson sounds like his complaining. (That is cheating, you are immortal)

"Κι εσύ το ίδιο." Princess replies. (You are too.)

"Correction, Είσαι αρχέγονος." (Correction, you are a primordial).

"Έχεις τη δύναμη ενός θεού." (You have power of a god )

"Anastasia is right, Perce." Professor Apollo intervenes.

"These guys are bad." Professor Apollo continues, pointing at us. "Much bad than dite's children and that is saying something."

"Don't say it much louder man, remember what happened to Jason?" Lord Jackson asks. The three cousins and professor Apollo shudder. Again, this Jason. What happened though?

"They have no practice, Apollo." Lady Thalia says in a tone that says it's quite an obvious thing to know.

"Let's have a run around the quidditch pitch." Professor Apollo says.

"Will they be able to that?" Lord Di Angelo asks, jerking his head at us.

"You guys can go." Professor says. Nodding towards the Professor and Headmaster they take off.

"Ms. Granger, Ms. Lovegood, Ms. Parkinson, Mr. Longbottom, Mr. Nott and Mr. Malfoy, follow them." Professor Apollo says directing them towards the Royals.

"Do you think you can follow Ms. Weasley, Weasley twins, Mr. Potter, Mr. Zabini, Mr. Thomas, Mr. Finnigan?"

We nod but we look a little uncertain. Smiling with encouragement he says, "Try catching up with them."

All of us start running, following the path the others did. Hermione's group is 500 meters ahead, approximately. While the Royals are nearly 3 km away. How are they so fast?
They are even cracking jokes and laughing, I can tell by their expressions.

Ahead of us Nott, Malfoy are talking to one another while the girls are running together.

"Hey Hermione, Luna, Parkinson." The twins call out.

"Hello" they return.

"We didn't knew that-"

"-you guys are so fit"

"You guys don't know much about us." Luna says in her dreamy tone.

"Really?" Ginny asks.

"Save your, breathe for running, Weasley." Parkinson calls out.

Ok that wasn't much rude. We are quite close to the Slytherin boys but we can't hear them talk.
From the corner of my eye I see Professor Apollo enter the ground.

"You guys can stop now" Professor says when we have completed two rounds. "Just twist your body a little, it will relieve the pain."

As we were doing as Professor said, he himself was observing the Royals. In that one look he looked much older than the 20- year- old Professor I knew.
I wonder how that happened, why is his aunt younger than him? Even if by 2-3 years.

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