Hogwarts: I am Harry's Cousin

The sky is slightly white, as if a layer of veil is slowly being pulled away, reflecting the outline of the earth. Thin mist filled the air, like a veil slowly covering the earth. There is a fresh and humid feeling in the air, and the cool breeze blows gently, bringing a little bit of coolness.

Despite all his reluctance, Malfoy arrived at the gates of Hogwarts on time at 7 o'clock. It was quiet all around, only the fallen leaves fluttered in the wind, falling on the ground with the caress of the wind, making a rustling sound.

Standing alone at the door, Malfoy curled up by the door, cursing himself that he was probably being tricked.

It's Saturday and early in the morning, so it's time to stay in a comfortable bed.

But Malfoy secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

It's better to be tricked than to actually work out with that guy.

And say such a shameful slogan.

If it wasn't for Malfoy who really couldn't muster up the courage to resist, it would be impossible to shout out even if he was killed.

Now, it's not that Malfoy didn't come, but that the other party wasn't there.

Just as Malfoy was about to turn around and go back to the castle, there was a slight 'click' sound coming from behind him, very rhythmic.

A figure slowly appeared in the thin morning mist outside the castle.

Dudley, who was wearing a sports vest, sports shorts and was exercising with two dumbbells, appeared in Malfoy's sight.

"I thought you would be late, but I didn't expect to be so punctual."

Dudley came to Malfoy and gave him a rare compliment.

"You..." Malfoy looked at Dudley not knowing what to say.

The guy in front of him has obviously gone through a lot of training, which means that the guy has been here for a while.

But it's only seven o'clock, what time did the other party come?

six o'clock?

"I've been exercising for a while."

Dudley came much earlier than Malfoy, and the reason why he asked Malfoy to come at 7 o'clock was just because he didn't want him to disturb him.

And besides morning exercises, Dudley also exercises for a while before going to bed.

I exercise twice a day without interruption for so many years.

The behavior of exercising is really addictive, especially watching his muscles grow a little bit and feeling the ripples in his body grow a little bit, Dudley enjoys this growth process very much.

"Start with the easiest, first do warm-up exercises, and then run."

Even when Dudley came in front of Malfoy, he still kept standing still and swinging the dumbbell up and down.

His eyes swept over Malfoy: "Next time, it's better not to wear a robe, you'll fall."

He brought Malfoy to the lawn not far from Hogwarts Castle, and taught him a few simple warm-up moves. Warm-up exercise before formal exercise is an essential item, which can reduce the chance of injury during exercise, relieve muscle soreness, and increase the body's heat dissipation capacity.

At first, Malfoy dismissed the few warm-up moves Dudley taught him, thinking it was too simple.

It wasn't until he did it by himself that he felt that his hands were not hands, and his feet were not feet. No matter what, he couldn't feel as easy as Dudley.

After finally finishing it, Malfoy felt that he was about to die.

However, this has not yet begun.

"Just take it easy on the first day of exercise, just run three laps around Hogwarts Castle."

Dudley would count the Black Lake when he was exercising by himself, but that area was much larger. Malfoy, let alone running three laps, couldn't last a single lap.

"You don't need to swim in the Black Lake."

Dudley can not only run around the Black Lake, but even swim in the water, let Malfoy swim in the Black Lake, with his small plastic body, he probably sank after jumping a few times.

The lake water was quite cold in the morning.

However, even if he ran around the castle, how long Malfoy could last was unknown.

After going through the warm-up training, Malfoy no longer dared to underestimate Dudley's ease.

With heavy strides, Malfoy began his day of exercise.

He started jogging after Dudley.

At first Malfoy was able to keep up with Dudley's pace, but at the beginning he felt that it was nothing more than that, but after all, Brother Drag was a pampered young master, and usually he didn't take a few steps, not to mention exercising.

Soon, Malfoy realized that he had overestimated his own level, not to mention three laps, and he began to lose his strength before half of the first lap.

Slowly being left behind by Dudley.

"No, I'm at my limit," Malfoy yelled.

His heart was beating wildly, his breathing became very short, and the muscles in his legs were very sore.

It's not bad for the young master of the Malfoy family to be able to do this.

But Dudley wasn't his father, and wouldn't spoil him.

He walked over with a blank expression, took out a shiny object from the pocket of his shorts, and patted Malfoy on the back of his head.

"start running."

Dudley said coldly.

"Since you promise, you must fulfill your promise. This is the most basic requirement for a man."

"pain!"

Seeing that Malfoy still had no intention of running, he was hit on the head again.

Of course Dudley had a good sense of proportion, otherwise Malfoy would be more than just in pain.

According to the instructions of the data magic eye, the position he played will make Malfoy feel very painful, but there will be absolutely no sequelae, let alone any wounds. No matter how you check, there will be no problems, just pure pain. .

It's just that Malfoy didn't know this. Seeing that Dudley was playing for real, he didn't care about his physical exhaustion. He stood up and continued to run.

If it was slower, he estimated that his head would be full of bags.

"Have you forgotten the few slogans I gave you before? Shout it out."

Another thump on Malfoy's head.

He grinned in pain.

I didn't care about being ashamed or not, and yelled out loudly.

This is also thanks to the sound insulation of Hogwarts is very good, if it were a university dormitory, Malfoy's voice would definitely wake them up.

Dudley looked at the silver spoon in his hand. He used this thing to hit Malfoy on the head. Although he didn't understand the use of this thing, it was surprisingly useful as a pointer.

No other features, just surprisingly hard.

Not even Dudley could have left tooth marks on it.

Time passed by like this minute by minute, and soon a few little wizards who like to get up early also crawled out of the bed one after another.

Some boys and girls who were used to watching Dudley's morning exercises also habitually lay down on the windowsill, but this time they found that Dudley was no longer running alone, and there was another figure running towards the morning sun.

So the little wizards saw a miraculous scene. Malfoy was running ahead, and Dudley followed behind with a spoon. Li seems to have been shouting something.

Although I couldn't hear it clearly, I was sure it wasn't calling for help.