This Hogwarts isn't normal.

It's Monday, and today's weather is particularly good.

Harry opened his eyes and found that there had been a significant change in his body.

The muscles all over the body are no longer sore, and are replaced by an unprecedented sense of pleasure, as if I can do many things I dare not do before.

This effect can be achieved in just one training. If you persist throughout the whole process, you will really be able to achieve the physical fitness of a professional Quidditch player.

"Good morning." Ron, who was next door, said hello and found that there seemed to be something different about him.

I was yelling when I was giving him a massage with Simodian last night, but I didn't expect that I would recover from my sleep.

"Harry, how do you feel?"

"Very good, never before."

Ron sat down to his bed with a look of surprise, lifted up his pajamas and looked at the muscles that were no longer red.

"Don't it hurt?"

"Um."

"Not itchy?"

"Um."

Ron reached out and poked his abdominal muscles, "It's solid indeed."

Harry quickly put his clothes down, "Vincent's training is very effective, and I don't think we have to worry about me getting hurt in the game again."

To put it bluntly, fighting fighting training is getting beaten, and the first event tests courage. As long as you are beaten enough, you don’t need to be afraid of your hands and feet during the official competition.

"Yes." Ron's tone was a little sour, "I really envy you for being selected as a Warrior. You can usually train Vincent to improve your physical fitness. On weekends, Sirius and Professor Lupin will guide you with magic. When it comes to the official game, you can definitely beat Malfoy. "

Harry moved to the bed and sat next to him, "Ron, why don't I go and ask Vincent for you? Haven't you always wanted to join the school team? He will help you train your physical fitness, You can definitely pass the selection smoothly.”

After Wood graduated, the Gryffindor team had a goalkeeper vacancy. There were no games this school year, which was just right for preparations for the selection of the next school year.

A moment of surprise flashed deep in Ron's eyes, "Forget it, there is still one year left for player selection, and you will start your first project in less than a month."

Seeing that he felt much better, Harry finally breathed a sigh of relief.

From the night when the Goblet of Fire selected the Warriors, Ron became a little weird.

His good friend and arch-rivals were both chosen as Warriors, and he would definitely feel quite uncomfortable.

It may be because of inferiority complex, or jealousy, or both.

But no matter what, as long as Ron can be more confident, he will gradually get better.

After the two of them changed their clothes, they came to the auditorium. As soon as they walked in, they could see a huge silver-green banner hanging on the wall.

"Slytherin, the winner is the king! Slytherin, never retreat! Slytherin, can do everything!"

Obviously, this is the masterpiece of a certain young master.

"Pote~" a sarcastic tone came from behind the two of them.

Draco and his two younger brothers stood in front of Harry with a proud look, "You are in good condition. It seems that Wayne's ragged physical training is still effective."

Harry looked at him quickly, "Malfoy, don't you know whether the training is effective?"

"Huh-" Draco sneered, "I know this bastard Wayne is treating differently, but it doesn't matter. When it comes to the game, I will let everyone know who is the real Warrior of Hogwarts."

"Treat differently?" Ron couldn't help laughing, "Malfoy, it turns out you don't know why Vincent had to test before training."

Draco was stunned, as if he had thought of something.

Ron was full of sarcastic expressions, "You really don't know? Then let me tell you. Vincent's test is to find the limit of physical fitness, and then adjust the intensity of the fight-resistant training based on his current physical fitness."

Draco understood.

It turns out that it is not a difference, but because I am too naughty.

"Hmph!" He snorted coldly from his nose, "What's the best way to train rags? No matter how good your physical fitness is, you can't just take it down with a spell."

It was unconvincing to say this in his mouth.

How many times has he been physically disarmed by Vincent? It would be even more exaggerated if you were dragged into the woods and beaten.

"You just keep talking, Malfoy."

"Weasley, you are not a Warrior, does this have anything to do with you?"

The atmosphere suddenly became anxious.

Furong at the Gryffindor table looked like she was watching the show, "Vincent, your two students are going to fight."

"Student?" Vincent turned around and looked at her eyes, "When did they become my students? Why don't I know?"

Furong teased, "You are training them physically. Strictly speaking, they have to call you a coach, right?"

Vinson nodded, "They can only be considered my students at most, and they can't be called students."

"Oh." Furong glanced at Hermione next to her with a pointing look, "What about her? She can always be your student, right?"

"Ahem—" Hermione, who was drinking oatmeal, was choked.

She hurriedly wiped her mouth with a napkin, "Are you so idle today? Don't you have to go to class?"

"Yes." Furong quickly shook her head again, "But our principal went out, so she studied for herself today."

The teaching contents of each magic school are different, so the student delegations of Boothbaton and Demstrong are taught by the principals led by their respective teams.

Vincent casts his envious look, "It's great. We have a magical biology class for protection today. Hagrid will definitely take out his baby and fry the tail snail again."

"Fried tail snails?" Furong looked curious, "Hagir is the tall and strong professor, right? Is the fried tail snails a new species he has cultivated?"

Vincent persuaded earnestly: "I advise you to quickly dispel your fantasies about them. How can they say that, they are very unique."

Hermione shivered unconsciously, "Didn't your Busbaton's carriage be parked on the Forbidden Forest? Hagrid set up a shed next to his house, and the tail snails were left there."

Furong thought for a moment, "I didn't pay much attention to the other side of the room."

"You can always hear them 'cracking', right?"

"No, our carriage has sound insulation magic." She seemed even more interested, "Will the tail snail make a sound?"

"Yes, they will still squirt forward."

Furong looked at the two of them with a gaze, "Can I listen to your magical biology class for protection? Don't worry, I will cover my face and will not interfere with your class."

Vincent and Hermione looked at each other and couldn't help but admire her courage in her heart.

"Okay, don't regret it."

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