Chapter 956: Devil Instructor Vincent

As breakfast time was coming to an end, the long-awaited Daily Prophet finally arrived.

Since it became an official paper media, it has rarely arrived on time.

The front-page news was naturally about the warriors of the Triwizard Tournament, and the title "Four Warriors" successfully aroused everyone's interest.

It’s just that the article was a bit weak. The stiff official tone and boring content made the students miss Rita.

Regardless of whether she is making things up or not, the articles she writes are really enjoyable to eat.

To put it bluntly, the current Daily Prophet is too hard to even use to wipe one's own ass.

Vincent read the beginning and threw the newspaper aside.

The Goblet of Fire has its own choice?

An unprecedented four warriors?

It was obvious that someone had tampered with it, but the Ministry of Magic still had the nerve to save its own face.

Vincent, feeling a little depressed, went to the club's activity room as soon as he finished breakfast.

He took off his school robe, jumped onto the ring, hung up the sandbag, and without taking any protective measures, punched hard again and again.

The 50-kg sandbag was shaken by the impact, and soon, the iron chain as thick as a finger broke with a "crack".

Harry's eyelids twitched wildly as he walked into the activity room.

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

High-intensity physical training... shouldn't lead to a beating.

Vincent on the ring grabbed the sandbag and looked at the place where the chain was broken with a frown.

It's right in the middle, so I have to use magic to repair it.

He turned around and saw Harry approaching timidly, so he threw the sandbag hard off the ring.

"Are you here? Warm up first."

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

The shirt he wore was no longer as baggy as it was when he first entered school, and his originally thin body had become stronger than that of his peers.

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

While Harry was warming up, Vincent walked him through the entire physical training program.

The first event of the three-way competition will be held on November 11. It will mainly test the courage of the warriors. Therefore, in this nearly one-month period, they need to first improve their body's ability to withstand blows.

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

There is no news about the second and third events yet, but after completing the first phase of anti-strike training, Vincent is preparing to improve his skills and practical skills.

There are three events in total in the competition, and the training plan is also divided into three stages.

"If everything goes well, Harry, your physical fitness should be no worse than those of professional Quidditch players."

After warming up, Harry looked at his still fairly strong body, then at Vincent's muscles that seemed about to burst through his shirt.

Although the training intensity of Quidditch is high, the goal is only to reach the level of school competitions.

The level of professional players is simply unimaginable. Vincent is afraid that he will inherit the title of Wood's devil instructor.

Harry took a breath.

The Tri-Widget Tournament is undoubtedly full of dangers, and there is even a risk of direct death. No matter how hard and torturous the training process is, it is worth it.

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

"Very good." Vincent motioned for him to step forward. "Physical fitness is the foundation of all training. I need to test your physical endurance first."

The sandbag that was thrown off the ring came back.

"Hit it with your fists as hard as you can, and make it swing as far as you can, until your body can no longer handle it."

At first, Harry tried his best but could only make the sandbag swing slightly.

His punching posture was very standard, and gradually, the swing amplitude of the sandbag became larger and larger.

Vincent looked down at the magic communicator on his wrist.

A normal 14-year-old boy can generally last 10 to 15 minutes. If he has the physical fitness of a wizard, he can probably last 20 minutes to half an hour.

"Pay attention to your breathing rate."

After Harry made adjustments, the speed of his punches slowed down significantly, but the sandbag swung with a larger amplitude.

By the time he stopped, panting, a little over half an hour had passed.

Vincent handed him a towel and some water, "Rest for a while, we'll do the strength test later."

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

Beauxbatons was also there, and Fleur was chatting with Hermione with a frown on her face.

Being watched by so many people, Harry couldn't help feeling a little shy.

He quickly turned his back and wiped the sweat off his face.

After a few more days of training, he should get used to it.

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

Under everyone's gaze, Draco walked in with a swagger, followed by his two younger brothers.

"I thought it was some incredible training program, but it turns out to be just this level."

Vincent on the ring looked him up and down carefully, "Stop talking nonsense, take off your school robe and come up."

Draco clenched his fists and reluctantly took off his school robes.

The high-end, classy tight shirt showed off his aristocratic temperament very well, but his thin body made Vincent frown.

With this physical fitness, if he didn't have a rich father, he would never be able to join the school Quidditch team in his lifetime.

Feeling looked down upon, Draco quickly suppressed the anger that was about to erupt in his heart, gracefully grabbed the ropes with one hand, and strode onto the ring.

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

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

Vincent patted the sandbag and said, "Let's do a physical fitness test first."

Draco raised his chin and raised an eyebrow, "What's the point of testing physical fitness? Start your crappy training plan right away."

"Pfft——" Several students in the activity room couldn't help laughing.

They had never seen a request like this in their lives.

Harry was trying to hold back his laughter and was gasping for breath, his body shaking.

Draco's expression became even uglier.

From his perspective, the people in the Fat Chicken Club clearly looked down on him.

Start quickly and finish quickly, he doesn't want to stay here for another second.

Since he had been asked to do so, Vincent had no choice but to throw the hanging sandbag back down onto the stage.

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

Draco snorted, "No need."

Vincent finally understood why he was so impatient. He must have been forced to do so by the old bat.

He moved his wrist slightly and said, "Very good. Now, straighten your chest and stomach, then clench your teeth and put your center of gravity on your legs to stand firmly."

Draco refused to cooperate verbally, but his body still did as he was asked.

Vincent walked up to him and said, "The main purpose of anti-strike training is to improve the body's ability to withstand blows, thereby reducing the chance of injury and enhancing confidence and endurance in confrontations."

Resistance training? Draco was stunned.

"The human body has six extremely vulnerable parts: the head, neck, chest, abdomen, spine and knees."

Vincent clenched his fists. “The torso and back are the main stress-bearing areas of the body, so they need to be trained with emphasis.”

While Draco was still wondering how to train to withstand blows, a hammer-like fist had already hit his abdominal muscles.

He hunched over, staring at Vincent with his ferocious eyes.

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

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