Okay it wasn’t that he was built like a toothpick—he was actually starting to bulk up thank Merlin—but the stream of rocks colliding against him was getting to be too much for the Ravenclaw at that moment. Its not like he spends his free time being a punching bag at least not anymore.

So he swings out of that rock storm and out towards the clearing, not quite free from being stoned but at least he could afford to try to feel the pot for how many stones fell in. Already he could tell that there was certainly more than one since the weight of the cauldron got heavier, despite the charm the Professor set in place.

Well now the risk of braving the rock storm paid off after all, if he counted right, he got four stones in that one pass. But as he felt his shoulders he hissed at pain from his own touch. His shoulders were sore! It was like he passed through some kind of meat tenderizer.