Chapter 958: Draco's Stubbornness

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

Harry opened his eyes and found that there were obvious changes in his body.

The muscles all over my body are no longer sore, but instead I feel an unprecedented sense of relief, as if I can now do many things that I never dared to do before.

Just one training session can produce this effect. If you stick with it throughout the whole process, it is possible to achieve the physical fitness of a professional Quidditch player.

"Good morning." Ron, who was in the bed next to him, greeted him and then noticed that there seemed to be something different about him.

He was screaming when I was massaging him with Simondian last night, but I didn't expect that he would recover after waking up from a good sleep.

"Harry, how are you feeling?"

"It's very good, better than ever before."

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

"It doesn't hurt anymore?"

"Ah."

"Not itchy anymore?"

"Ah."

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

Harry quickly put his clothes down, "Vincent's training has been very effective. I think we don't have to worry about me getting injured in the game anymore."

To put it simply, training to resist blows means getting beaten, and the first item tests one's courage. As long as one is beaten enough times, one will not need to be timid in the official competition.

"Yeah." Ron's tone was a little sour. "I really envy you for being chosen as a warrior. You have Vincent's training to improve your physical fitness during the week, and Sirius and Professor Lupin to teach you magic on weekends. When the official competition comes, you will definitely be able to defeat Malfoy."

Harry awkwardly moved to the bedside and sat next to him. "Ron, how about I ask Vincent for you? Haven't you always wanted to join the school team? With his help in training your physical fitness, you will definitely pass the selection smoothly."

After Wood graduated, the Gryffindor team had a goalkeeper vacancy. There were no competitions this school year, so it was a good opportunity to prepare for the selection for next school year.

Ron's eyes flashed with surprise for a moment, "Forget it. The player selection is still a year away, 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.

Ever since the night of the Goblet of Fire selection, Ron has been acting a little strange.

He must have felt very upset that both his good friend and his arch-enemy were chosen as warriors.

It could be because of inferiority complex, or it could be because of jealousy, or it could be both.

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

After changing their clothes, the two 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 king! Slytherin, never back down! Slytherin, omnipotent!"

Obviously, this is the masterpiece of some young master.

"Po Te~" A sarcastic voice came from behind the two of them.

Draco and his two younger brothers stood in front of Harry with a proud look on their faces. "You're in pretty good shape. It seems that Wayne's crappy physical training did have some effect."

Harry looked him up and down quickly. "Malfoy, don't you know whether the training is effective or not?"

"Huh..." Draco sneered, "I know that bastard Wayne is discriminating against us, but it doesn't matter. When the competition comes, I will let everyone know who is the real warrior of Hogwarts."

"Different treatment?" Ron couldn't help laughing. "Malfoy, so you don't know why Vincent has to be tested before training?"

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

Ron's face was full of sarcasm. "You really don't know? Then let me tell you. Vincent's test is to find out the limit of physical fitness, and then adjust the intensity of the anti-strike training according to the current physical fitness."

Draco understood.

It turns out that it wasn’t because of different treatment, but because I was too incompetent.

"Hmph!" He snorted coldly, "What good is this crappy training? No matter how good your physique is, you can still be knocked down by a spell."

These words coming out of his mouth were totally unconvincing.

How many times had Vincent physically disarmed him of his wand? If you count the times he was dragged into the woods and beaten, it would be even more exaggerated.

"Just keep talking tough, Malfoy."

"Weasley, you're not a warrior, what does this have to do with you?"

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Fleur at the Gryffindor table looked like she was watching a good show. "Vincent, your two students are about to fight."

“Students?” Vincent turned around and followed her line of sight. “When did they become my students? How come I didn’t know?”

Furong teased, "You're giving them physical training. Technically they have to call you coach, right?"

Vincent nodded, "Then they can only be considered my trainees at best, not students."

"Oh." Fleur glanced at Hermione beside her meaningfully, "What about her? She can be considered your student, right?"

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

She quickly wiped her mouth with a napkin, "You're so free today? Don't you have to go to class?"

"Yes." Furong quickly shook her head again, "But our principal is out, so we have to study on our own today."

The teaching content of each magic school is different, so the student delegations from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang are taught by their respective headmasters.

Vincent gave him an envious look. "That's great. We have Care of Magical Creatures today. Hagrid will definitely take out his precious blasting-end skrewt again."

"Blasting-tailed Skrewt?" Fleur looked curious. "Hagrid is the tall and strong professor, right? Is the Blast-tailed Skrewt a new species he bred?"

Vincent advised earnestly: "I advise you to quickly give up your fantasy about them. Their appearance...how should I put it, very unique."

Hermione shuddered unconsciously. "Isn't your Beauxbatons carriage parked in the Forbidden Forest? Hagrid built a shed next to his house, and the blasting-tailed skrewt is staying in there."

Furong thought for a moment, "I didn't pay much attention to that part of the house."

"You can always hear them 'crackling'?"

"No, our carriage is soundproofed." She seemed more interested. "Does the skrewt make a sound?"

"Yes, they can also jet forward."

Fleur looked at the two eagerly, "Can I sit in on your Care of Magical Creatures class? Don't worry, I'll cover my face and won't disturb your class."

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

"Okay, don't regret it."

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