This Hogwarts isn't normal.

As breakfast time is about to end, the belated Prophet Daily finally arrived.

Since it became an official print media, it has arrived on time in just a few days.

The front page news is naturally the Warriors of the Three Thousands Championship, and the title of "Four Warriors" has successfully aroused everyone's interest.

But the article was a bit distorted, and the stiff official tone and boring content made the students miss Rita.

Regardless of whether she was making up or not, the articles she wrote were really special.

To put it bluntly, the current "Prophet Daily" is hard to use to wipe the butt.

Vincent read it at the beginning and threw the newspaper aside.

Goblet of Fire has its own choice?

Four unprecedented warriors?

It was obviously someone was slandering, and the Ministry of Magic actually had the face to win over the honor of itself.

Vincent, who was a little depressed, came to the club's activity room as soon as he finished breakfast.

He took off his school robe, jumped onto the ring and hung his sandbag, without taking any protective measures, and beat him hard one after another.

The 50-kilogram sandbag was beaten and shaking. Soon, the iron chain as thick as a finger broke with a "crack".

Harry, who had just walked into the activity room, had his eyes pounding wildly.

Although I had prepared mentally in advance, I was inevitably frightened when I saw this scene.

High-intensity physical training...it shouldn't be beaten.

Vincent on the ring grabbed the sandbag and frowned and looked at the position where the chain was broken.

It happened to be in the middle, so I had to use magic to repair it.

He turned around and saw Harry coming timidly, and threw the sandbag off the ring.

"Come on? Warm up first."

Harry took a deep breath and took off his school robe.

The shirt he wore was no longer as loose as he had just entered school, and his originally thin body was also trained to be stronger than his peers.

However, at this level, it is still far behind that internationally renowned star.

While Harry was warming up, Vincent told him about the entire physical training plan.

The first event of the Triumph Championship will be held on November 24, mainly to test the Warriors' courage. Therefore, in this nearly a month, it is necessary to improve the physical ability to resist strikes.

Harry's eyes went dark and he continued to listen.

There is no news for the second and third events yet, but after the first phase of the fight-fighting training, Vincent prepared improvements in skills and practical combat.

The competition is a total of three events, and the training plan is also divided into three stages.

"If everything goes well, Harry, your physical fitness shouldn't be worse than those professional Quidditch players."

After the heat, Harry looked at his pretty solid body, and then looked at Vincent's muscles that seemed to be shattering his shirt.

Although Quidditch's training intensity is high, his goal is only the degree of campus competition.

The level of professional players is hard to imagine. Vincent is afraid to inherit the title of Wood's devil instructor.

Harry took a breath.

The Triumph Championship is undoubtedly full of dangers and even the risk of direct death. No matter how hard or torture the training process is, it is worth it.

Gradually, his eyes became firm, "Come on, I will definitely complete your training plan."

"Vincent signaled him to step forward, "Sports are the basis of all training, I need to test your physical endurance first."

The sandbag that was thrown off the ring came back again.

"Press it with the best force and keep it swinging as much as possible until your body can't hold it."

Harry used all his strength at the beginning and just let the sandbag swing slightly.

His fist posture was particularly standard, and gradually, the swaying of the sandbag became larger and larger.

Vincent looked down at the magic communicator on his wrist.

Normal boys at 14 years old can generally persist for 10 to 15 minutes. If they are wizards' physical fitness, they can persist for about 20 to half an hour.

“Pay attention to the breathing frequency.”

After Harry made the adjustment, his fist speed slowed down significantly, but the swaying of the sandbag became even greater.

When he stopped panting, forty minutes passed.

Vincent handed him the towel and water, "Stay a break first, and we'll do the strength test later."

The two looked around and then they realized that the activity room was already full of people.

Boothbaton's student was there, and Furong was talking to Hermione with a frown.

Harry couldn't help feeling a little shy when he was watched by so many people.

He hurriedly turned his back and wiped off the sweat from his face.

If he trains for a few more days, he should get used to it.

"That's it?" A disharmonious voice came from the door.

As everyone was watching, Draco walked in swayingly, with his two younger brothers following behind him.

"I thought it was an amazing training plan, it turned out to be this level."

Vincent on the ring looked at him carefully from top to bottom, "Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and take off his school robe and come up."

Draco clenched his fists and reluctantly took off his upper school robe.

The high-end, elegant and upscale close-fitting shirt shows his aristocratic temperament well, but his thin body makes Vincent frown.

With this physical fitness, if he hadn't had a rich father, he wouldn't have been to join the Quidditch school team in his life.

Draco, who felt that he was underestimated, quickly suppressed the anger that was about to gush out of his heart. He gracefully pulled the rope with one hand and stepped onto the ring with one stride.

He looked at Harry, who was still gasping for breath with contempt, and then glanced at Vincent standing beside him.

"Wayne, I don't have much time, let's start."

Vincent patted the sandbag and "Take the endurance test first."

Draco raised his chin and raised his eyebrows, "What else can I test my physical fitness? Hurry up and start your ragged physical fitness training program."

"Puff--" Several students in the activity room couldn't help laughing.

They have never seen such a request in their lifetime.

Harry was laughing and gasping, his body trembling.

Draco's face turned even more ugly.

From his perspective, the people in this Fat Chicken Club clearly despise him.

He started and ended quickly, he didn't want to stay here for an extra second.

Since all the requests were made, Vincent had to throw the hanging sandbag off the ring again.

"Malfoy, you have to warm up before the training begins, right?"

Draco snorted coldly, "No need."

Vincent understood it clearly. He must have been forced by the old bat so impatient.

He moved his wrist a little, "Good, you're now straightening your chest and tugging your stomach, then gritting your teeth and putting your center of gravity on your legs and standing firmly."

Draco did not cooperate with his mouth, but his body did as required.

Vincent came to him, "The main purpose of fighting strike training is to improve the body's ability to withstand blows, thereby reducing the chance of injury and enhancing confidence and endurance in confrontation."

Fighting and fighting training? Draco was stunned for a moment.

"There are six extremely fragile parts of the human body, namely the head, neck, chest, abdomen, spine and knees."

Vincent clenched his fists, "The torso and back are the main stress areas of the body, so it requires a focus of training."

While Draco was still wondering how to fight the strike training, his hammer-like fist had already hit his abdominal muscles.

He bent his waist, his hideous eyes staring at Vincent.

The hammer-like fist hit him again, leaving no time to dodge him.

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