This Hogwarts is not normal

With no classes on Wednesday afternoon, Vincent made good on his promise to give Harry his training methods.

Dumbbells come in different sizes and weights.

"Let's leapfrog the castle and do a hundred squats."

Ron watched in surprise as he put weights on his hands and feet, "Are you going to take them with you?"

"That's right." Vincent stretched his hands and feet, "I need to train my endurance now, and I'll lift a hundred dumbbells when I get back."

Harry immediately looked in awe, "How long do we have to train?"

"This time next year, if you stick to it every day."

"I—" Ron said bitterly, "I will definitely insist."

Vincent adjusted the weight to be more comfortable, "It's okay, I'll let Goo wake you up every day?

Or should I wake you up? "

"Cuckoo!" Harry didn't want the bedroom door to be kicked away every day.Fun Court

"Oh, you guys remember to make the windows bigger." Vincent pushed away the Fat Lady's portrait.

"Son, are you going to exercise again?"

"Yes, ma'am."

She nodded slightly to Harry and Ron, "You two remember to persevere, I have never seen a little wizard who works harder than Vincent."

"We will."

The two leapfrogs behind them thought it would be easy, until their legs started to feel weak.

"Da da da—" Vincent had already left them far away.

"No, I can't bear it anymore." Ron's eyes darkened, and he almost fell to the ground.

Harry was not much better, "His stamina is already so strong, why should he carry the weight?"

"Because he wants to be stronger."

The two turned their heads at the same time, only to find that it was Hermione who jumped over.

"you--"

"You have to understand one thing, there is no shortcut to success." She jumped away.

"She's still annoying." Ron raised his mouth, "We just took a break, and we didn't say we were going to give up."

Harry wiped the sweat from his face, "She's right, I don't expect to be like Vincent, as long as I can be better than Malfoy."

When Draco was mentioned, Ron felt as if he had been beaten.

"Duck it, Harry!"

Half an hour later, both of them collapsed from exhaustion in front of the castle gate.

"You guys take a break first." Vincent has already done a hundred squats, and now holds a dumbbell in each hand.

"You—how many have you done?"

"Thirty or so."

Even after unloading the weight, Harry and Ron held out their thumbs tremblingly.

"98—99—100!" Hermione had finished squatting.

"Hoo-hoo-what shall I do next?"

"Help supervise."

She sat down in front of the two, "I'm in charge of counting, you can trust me."

Lavender and Parvati's daily exercise is done under her nose.

Ron's scalp was numb, "Then you can count correctly."

"Don't worry, I'm a professional."

Under Hermione's supervision, Vincent did another hundred push-ups before they were done.

"Tomorrow morning at 7:[-], I'll let Gu Gu come over, remember to leave a small gap."

"We'll—we'll remember," Harry agreed feebly.

Ron, who was so tired that he collapsed on the ground and looked up at the sky, didn't take it seriously.

It's just a gugu, and I'm afraid it can last ten minutes if you give it a little dried fish.

Yet he was too naive.

At 7 o'clock, Goo Goo didn't show up at all.

Instead, there is a large flock of black owls.

"Cuckoo cuckoo-"

Harry wiped his eyes when he woke up, and slapped his face with his backhand after putting on his glasses.

"This is actually true!"

Ron, who was woken up, also slapped himself.

"I really was too naive."

Mouse Banban was hiding in his arms and shivering.

All of these eyes were gloomy, like owls that hadn't eaten for a long time, maybe they would swallow it in one gulp.

Cuckoo despises it for being dirty and missing a finger, but that doesn't mean these little guys don't despise it.

"Good boy, Scabbers." Ron patted its small body, "You are the most honorable pet mouse in Hogwarts, they dare not do anything to you."

His consolation worked, but Banban still didn't dare to get out of his arms.

"Oh, my Merlin Collector's Edition card!" Dean stretched out his hand and slapped Seamus on the next bed on the face.

"Why did you hit me?"

"I fear pain."

Seamus jumped onto his bed, "You are afraid of pain, aren't you?"

Both Harry and Ron couldn't bear to look directly.

They didn't forget to close the door before they got up to leave.

After washing up, I went to the gate of the castle. As expected, Hermione was already waiting.

She was joined by Lavender and Parvati jogging around the castle.

"Where's Vincent?"

"Professor Dumbledore told him to go to the headmaster's office early this morning last night."

"Oh."

Harry and Ron pondered what should be the Gwent card.

After all, it is going to be sold at the school, so it must be 100% sure that there is no problem.

The reality is indeed the case.

Dumbledore was repeatedly warning about safety issues.

"Professor, why don't you be the quality inspector?"

"Well—I can trust you."

Vincent picked up a sizzling honey candy that was placed on a small plate, "Professor, I have nothing to do and I'll go first."

"and many more--"

Dumbledore reached into the Sorting Hat and took out the Sorcerer's Stone, "I told Nicole what happened that day in detail, and he thought he had to thank you personally."

"Really?" Vincent stuffed the candy into his mouth excitedly.

"It's nothing to be grateful for, it's all due to me!"

"No no no." Dumbledore secretly laughed in his heart.

"Nico transferred it to me for safekeeping because he predicted that the Philosopher's Stone would be dangerous."

"Prophecy?" Vincent's expression was a little stiff, "Then he must have predicted Voldemort, right?"

"No, all prophecies are vague, even if he has spent hundreds of years studying them."

"Oh, so it's not a lie." He suddenly felt a little light in his body.

"Professor, I seem to be flying?"

"That's right." Dumbledore put a small candy into his mouth with a smile.

"It's sizzling honey with a bit of powdered Billywig stinger in it."

Vincent lifted his feet off the ground and floated up a little bit.

"Professor, will Mr. Flamel come to Hogwarts to find me?"

"No, you'll need to visit him in Devonshire during the Christmas holidays."

"Shall I go by myself?"

Dumbledore also slowly floated up, "Of course not, I don't worry about letting you, a first-year, go to this dangerous place alone."

"Is it dangerous?" Vincent reached out and pressed the ceiling, "It won't kill anyone, right?"

"Of course not, it's just that there are many defensive magic props outside his house, and I can't guarantee that I can break in safely."

Almost floating to the floor, he stretched out his hand again, "Then how should we get there?"

Dumbledore pointed at Fox, who had grown up a lot, "The phoenix has a very special movement ability, which can ignore the restrictions of the anti-apparition spell."

Vincent pressed the ceiling again, "Do you want to come with me?"

"Maybe." Dumbledore imitated him and stretched out his hand, and lightly pressed the ceiling, "But I still have things to do."

To be able to see Ni, the maker of the Sorcerer's Stone, would be worthwhile for him to work hard to solve Quirrell.

Sure enough, the principal's big thick legs still held Shu Tan.

"Professor, how do we get down?"

"Ambrose, the owner of the Honeydukes Candy Shop, said that this is an experimental product, and the effect is not controlled very precisely."

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