Chapter 988 Draco's winning formula
After watching the fire dragon, everyone went back satisfied.
Sirius and Lupin did not stay in the Forbidden Forest for long and returned to Hogsmeade along the secret passage of the Whomping Willow.
The Delacour sisters returned to the Beauxbatons carriage, and the rest quietly slipped into the castle.
After dinner, it was customary for the two Hogwarts warriors to train.
The Hogwarts students who loved to join in the fun had already arrived at the activity room and were waiting. Watching their own warriors receive training after dinner had become a new entertainment activity.
But today, they all found that Coach Vincent seemed a little different.
Daily physical training was increased threefold, and anti-strike training even involved beatings to death.
"Ouch——" Draco was hit hard in the stomach by a fist, and he vomited out his undigested dinner.
Harry, who was sitting on the side of the ring to rest, had his eyelids twitching wildly. He finally understood what Vincent meant by that look before.
There were only a few days left before the first project, and this amount of time was obviously not enough to train them to be strong enough to deal with the fire dragon, but they could still withstand one or two attacks.
"Ouch——" Another punch came down, and Draco knelt on the ring, rolling his eyes.
Vincent grabbed him by the collar roughly and punched him in the stomach for the third time.
Harry looked at Draco, who fell down like a rag, and swallowed unconsciously.
"It's your turn, Harry."
"Ah——" the shrill scream rang out again.
Draco curled up like a shrimp and instantly forgot the pain and laughed with glee.
Harry took nine punches in total, and he didn't spit out his dinner.
Vincent helped Harry sit down, then turned and walked towards Draco, who was in pain and happiness.
"You look so energetic. It seems you have recovered."
Draco covered his stomach vigilantly and slowly sat up, "Wayne, don't go too far!"
Vincent shook his head in disappointment. "With your current level, it's a miracle that you can survive."
The enraged Dracoz stood up in an instant, "How dare you look down on me?"
Obviously, he misunderstood.
But Vincent had no intention of explaining, "Turn around, next is back training."
"Humph!" Draco turned around slowly. "Can anyone die from this kind of training? You'll probably make me die of laughter."
As soon as he finished speaking, he felt as if he was hit by the fire dragon's tail on his back, and the huge force made him fly into the air.
Before he lost consciousness, he saw the surprised faces of his students.
With a "bang", Draco flew over the ropes of the ring and fell straight onto the cold floor.
"Hiss——" All the students who loved to join in the fun held their breath.
Who said that training wouldn't kill people? Oh, it was the little golden retriever who was kicked away.
Harry craned his neck to look at Draco, who was lying motionless on the floor.
"Ah——" More shrill screams rang out from the fifth floor of the castle.
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Wednesday morning,
Draco came to Snape's office with his right arm hanging unconscious.
He stretched out his trembling left hand with difficulty and knocked on the door gently, "Professor, are you awake?"
After a moment, the door was suddenly opened from the inside.
Snape, wearing gray and black striped pajamas, looked down at him with an indifferent expression.
"Professor, I want to quit Wayne's damn training!"
Snape glanced at his drooping right arm. "No."
Draco quickly lifted up his shirt with his trembling left hand, "Look, that bastard Wayne almost broke my ribs last night. If I continue like that, he'll beat me to death sooner or later!"
He turned around, revealing bruises on his back that were even bigger than his stomach.
This was caused by Vincent's kick on Sunday night. He hasn't recovered even after taking Madam Pomfrey's medicine for several days.
Snape's expression remained impassive.
He slowly closed the door, "I said no."
Draco quickly squeezed to the door, "Professor, Wayne is a thug!
He said it was a miracle that I survived. I seriously suspected that he wanted to take this opportunity to defeat me so that Po Te would have one less competitor! "
"Huh..." Snape sneered and looked him up and down.
The injury looks serious, but he is in good spirits.
Draco raised his numb right arm with all his strength. "My hand has been disabled by him. He will definitely aim at my leg next!"
Snape walked out of the office with an impatient look on his face, "Follow me."
Draco was delighted and followed him obediently.
But as he walked, he felt something was increasingly wrong.
Aren't you here to cause trouble for Wayne? Why did you leave the castle and come to the Forbidden Forest?
Snape walked past Hagrid's hut without saying a word, and Draco had no choice but to quickly follow him.
Not long after walking, he heard several heavy breathing sounds with different rhythms.
"Professor, where are we going?"
Snape impatiently took out his wand from his pajama pocket and pointed it at their feet. "Hey - go see something that can really kill you."
Draco took a deep breath and didn't dare to ask any more questions.
When he arrived at his destination and saw four fire dragons sleeping soundly, he was so shocked that he fell to the ground.
"It...they..."
Snape turned sideways and looked at him coldly, "If you are lucky and don't die in Wayne's training, you will face them next."
Draco's face turned pale with fear. "Professor, can I withdraw from the Triwizard Tournament now?"
"Huh..." Snape sneered, "Your father tried every means to build momentum for you, and you actually want to escape?"
Draco was stunned for a moment.
As one of the warriors that everyone is watching, he is now the image ambassador of the Nobili brand.
The Malfoy family has a dragon farm in Romania, and his father will not let him be in danger and will definitely find a way to deal with the dragon.
So, he has a sure-fire way to win the first event, and it is even possible for him to pass it without getting hurt.
Draco's expression changed suddenly.
His little face gradually turned red.
"Hiss——" The sudden severe pain in his back made him gasp.
But he quickly regained his pure-blood noble demeanor and stood up despite the pain.
"Professor, I understand. I will not give up the game."
Snape turned back expressionlessly.
Draco followed him quietly, a sinister smile on his face.
This kid Pote is dead. No matter how strong his body is, he will be dead or crippled if he is hit by the fire dragon's tail.
It really is crappy training. No matter how powerful this bastard Wayne is, can he compare with the most dangerous creature in the wizarding world?
"Hiss——" He felt a sharp pain in his back again.
That kick was at most at the level of a young dragon!
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