This Hogwarts isn't normal.

After watching the dragons, everyone went back satisfied.

Sirius and Lupin didn't stay in the Forbidden Forest for long, returning to Hogsmeade through the secret passage under the Whomping Willow.

The Delacour sisters returned to the Beauxbatons carriage, and the rest quietly slipped back into the castle.

After dinner, as usual, it was time for the training of the two Hogwarts champions.

The Hogwarts students who loved to join in the fun had already arrived in the common room to wait, and watching their own champions receive training after dinner had become a new form of entertainment.

And today, they all noticed that Coach Vincent seemed a little different.

The daily physical training was tripled, and the anti-strike training was even more brutal.

"Ouch—" Draco was punched heavily in the stomach, and he directly spewed out his undigested dinner.

Harry, who was sitting on the edge of the ring resting, twitched wildly. He finally understood what Vincent's look meant earlier.

There were only a few days left before the first task. Obviously, this amount of time was not enough to train them to be able to deal with dragons, but withstanding one or two attacks was still possible.

"Ouch—" Another punch landed, and Draco was already kneeling on the ring, his eyes rolling back.

Vincent roughly grabbed his collar and gave him a solid third punch to the stomach.

Harry looked at Draco, who had collapsed like a rag doll, and couldn't help but swallow.

"Your turn, Harry."

"Ouch—" A shrill scream rang out again.

Draco, who had curled up into a small shrimp, instantly forgot the pain and laughed gleefully.

Harry took a total of 9 punches, and he didn't spew out his dinner.

Vincent helped Harry to sit down, then turned and walked towards Draco, who was in pain and happy.

"So energetic, it seems you've recovered."

Draco vigilantly covered his stomach and slowly sat up, "Wayne, don't go too far!"

Vincent shook his head with disappointment, "With your current level, it's a miracle that you can survive."

The angered Draco stood up with a whoosh, "You dare to underestimate me?"

Obviously, he had misunderstood.

However, Vincent didn't intend to explain, "Turn around, next is back training."

"Humph!" Draco slowly turned around, "Will anyone die from this kind of training? I'll be laughing to death."

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt as if his back had been hit by a dragon's tail. The huge force sent him flying into the air.

Before losing consciousness, he saw the students' faces full of surprise.

With a "thud," Draco flew over the ropes of the ring and crashed straight onto the cold floor.

"Hiss—" The students who loved to join in the fun all held their breath.

Who just said that training wouldn't kill anyone? Oh, it was the little blondie who was kicked away.

Harry craned his neck and looked at Draco, who was lying motionless on the floor in the distance.

"Ouch—" Even more shrill screams rang out continuously from the fifth floor of the castle.

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Wednesday morning,

Draco dragged his numb right arm to Snape's office.

He struggled to reach out with his trembling left hand and gently knocked on the door, "Professor, are you awake?"

A moment later, the door suddenly opened from the inside with a "whoosh."

Snape, wearing gray and black striped pajamas, looked down at him with a cold expression.

"Professor, I want to quit Wayne's damned training!"

Snape glanced at his drooping right arm, "No."

Draco quickly used his trembling left hand to lift up his shirt, "Look, that bastard Wayne almost broke my ribs last night. If I continue, I'll be beaten to death sooner or later!"

He turned around, revealing the bruise on his back, which was even larger than the one on his stomach.

This was from Vincent's kick on Sunday night, and it still hadn't healed after drinking Madam Pomfrey's potion for several days.

Snape still had a cold face.

He slowly closed the door, "I said no."

Draco quickly squeezed to the door, "Professor, Wayne is a thug!

He said it's a miracle that I can survive. I seriously suspect that he wants to take the opportunity to cripple me, so that Potter will have one less competitor!"

"Heh—" Snape sneered, looking him up and down.

The injury looked quite serious, but the person was quite energetic.

Draco tried to lift his numb right arm, "My hand has already been crippled by him, and his next target must be my leg!"

Snape walked out of the office with an impatient expression, "Come with me."

Draco was overjoyed and obediently followed behind him.

But as he walked, he felt more and more wrong.

Weren't they going to find trouble with that Wayne guy? Why were they leaving the castle and going to the Forbidden Forest?

Snape passed by Hagrid's hut without saying a word. Draco had no choice but to quickly follow.

After walking for a while, he heard several heavy breathing sounds with different rhythms.

"Professor, where are we going?"

Snape took out his wand from his pajama pocket with extreme impatience and pointed it at their feet, "Heh—to see those things that can really kill you."

Draco took a breath of cold air and dared not ask any more questions.

Until they arrived at their destination and saw the four sleeping dragons, he was so shocked that he sat down on the ground.

"Th... they..."

Snape turned sideways and stared at him coldly, "If you're lucky and don't die in Wayne's training, you'll face them next."

Draco's face turned pale with fright, "Pro... Professor, can I withdraw from the Triwizard Tournament now?"

"Heh—" Snape sneered again and again, "Your father tried every means to create momentum for you, and you actually want to run away?"

Draco was stunned.

As one of the highly anticipated champions, he is now the brand ambassador for Nobili.

And his Malfoy family has a dragon farm in Romania, and his father will not let him be in danger, he will definitely find a way to deal with the dragon.

So, he has a surefire way to win the first task, and even pass it without injury.

Draco's expression changed suddenly.

His face gradually turned rosy.

"Hiss—" The sudden sharp pain from his back made him gasp.

But he quickly showed the demeanor of a pure-blood aristocrat again, and stubbornly stood up, enduring the pain.

"Professor, I understand, I will not give up the competition."

Snape turned around and went back expressionlessly.

Draco followed him quietly, his face full of sinister smiles.

Potter is dead, no matter how strong his body is trained, as long as he is hit by the dragon's tail, he will either die or be crippled.

Sure enough, it's rubbish training, no matter how powerful Wayne is, can he compare with the most dangerous creatures in the magical world?

"Hiss—" The sharp pain came from his back again.

That kick was at most the level of a young dragon!

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