This Hogwarts isn't normal.

The origin of the matter was Draco Malfoy, the protagonist of the second installment, "The Daily Life of Warriors", who talked about Vincent's physical training in front of the camera.

"I admit that Wayne's training has indeed made my body stronger, but we are wizards. Why use our hands and feet when we can solve things with magic? This isn't wizardly at all."

While he was talking eloquently, Harry and Ron happened to pass by the corner of the corridor in the distance.

The moment Gary aimed the camera at them, Draco's British aristocratic demeanor disappeared.

Although he still looked elegant and calm, his tone was obviously colder.

"Oh—yes, we can see that Mr. Potter has bulked up a bit, but I don't think this will be beneficial to the competition."

The instant Gary refocused the camera on him, that aristocratic air unique to him returned.

"I know there will be some wizards who don't believe what I say, but I will prove it to everyone."

After speaking, he walked confidently and calmly towards Harry.

"Potter, let's have a match."

Harry looked blankly at the camera, "Sorry, Malfoy, we have class later."

With his back to the camera, Draco's face was full ofmockery.

"Don't worry, I won't bother you for too long."

This cheap and annoying expression instantly made Harry's blood pressure soar.

Won't bother for too long? What does this mean? Does it mean the match will end quickly?

Not to mention Harry, even Ron almost cursed on camera.

"Malfoy, we don't have time."

Draco didn't even look at Ron, "How about it, Potter, you must be eager to know the results of your hard-fought training, right?"

"Okay." Harry frowned and agreed, "Where shall we compete?"

Draco glanced around, "Right here in the corridor, whoever falls first loses."

Harry nodded, took off his school robe, handed it to Ron, and started to back away.

When the distance was about right, Draco turned around with a smile, "Mr. Weill, could you please be the referee for this match?"

"No problem." Gary raised his hand to signal the two to get ready.

"Alright, begin!"

Draco looked at Harry rushing towards him with contempt.

It's not Wayne, that monster, no matter how fast he runs, he can't dodge his spells.

He quickly drew his wand and chanted the spell, "Stupefy!"

With a "whoosh" sound, Harry tilted his head and dodged the orange-red spell he cast.

"Immobulus!"

Without thinking, Harry rushed towards the wall and kicked off it with force.

Before the spell could hit him, he slammed into Draco with his shoulder.

"Bang—" A small hole was blasted in the ceiling by the Binding Curse.

As soon as Draco sat up, a wand was suddenly pointed at his forehead.

Harry looked happy, "I won, Malfoy."

The match did end quickly, but the result was different from what Draco had expected.

Potter... How couldPotter dodge his spells and give him a shoulder bash?

No, not Potter! It must be that bastard Wayne disguised as him!

Draco's face was a little distorted, and he didn't know that Gary's camera was pointing at him.

"Good, Potter, I underestimated you." He pushed away the wand pointing at his forehead and stood up, "Come on, let's have another match. This time, I won't hold back."

"Pfft—" Ron couldn't help but laugh.

He proposed the match, but now that he lost, he refused to admit it and even wanted to have another match. How shameless.

Harry put away his wand, "Malfoy, I said we're in a hurry to go to class. If you want to continue the match, go find someone else."

Draco glared at him venomously, "What? Are you scared?"

Gary then put down the recording equipment he was carrying on his shoulder, "Gentlemen, I don't think I need to say more about the results of the match, right? Mr. Malfoy, you were the first to fall, according to your rules—"

"I was careless!" Draco stared at Harry, "I didn't expect Potter to be so barbaric and charge over."

Gary shook the recording equipment in his hand with an embarrassed expression, "Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Potter still has to go to class, how about we—"

"Shut up!" Draco raised his chin arrogantly, "I said, I want to have another match withPotter. Just stay on the side and record the whole process."

This young master's temper made Gary frown.

So what if your family has some stinky money? He was being kind by not continuing to record, but you have to be so ignorant, right?

"Potter, I've already seen through your barbarian-like methods. Don't even think about taking advantage of loopholes this time!"

Draco always thought that Harry was at the same level as him, so he wouldn't easily accept reality.

However, in Gary's eyes, this behavior was just being persistent.

He reluctantly carried the recording equipment again, hoping this would calm the willful young master down a bit.

"Get out of the way!" Draco pushed the camera away with force. If Gary hadn't reacted quickly, the recording equipment sponsored by Wayne Enterprise would have smashed to the ground.

Seeing this, Harry had no choice but to reluctantly agree to the second match.

Just as the two were about to start, Vincent and Hermione turned into the corridor.

Draco's face instantly darkened.

It wasn't a disguise. He really lost toPotter, "Wayne, this is none of your business. Hurry up and go to class with Granger."

Vincent looked at him and Harry, who were in a fighting stance, with a puzzled expression, then looked at Gary, who was carrying the recording equipment.

"Oh? Are you guys competing?"

"Yeah." Ron glared at Draco angrily, "Harry won the first match, and Malfoy is not convinced and plans to get his revenge."

"Nonsense!" Draco glanced at Gary, who was slowly approaching, and tried to soften his expression as much as possible.

Continuing to pester would only be counterproductive. His dad would definitely find a way to cut out the part where he lost.

"Potter, you guys go to class. We'll compete another day."

One second he was a willful young master, and the next second he turned into an elegant gentleman.

Draco walked past Vincent and Hermione with confident and calm steps, as if nothing had happened.

Gary nodded to the four of them respectively, then quickly followed with the recording equipment.

Without thinking, Draco must be relying on his rich father, thinking that he could cut out all the clips that would bring negative effects.

If it were before, when the Department of Magical News didn't have a formal director and the internal management was a mess, Lucius could cut whatever he wanted.

But now that there was the selfless Barty Crouch Sr., bribery would definitely not work. Even bringing in Fudge would probably be useless.

The reality, of course, did not go as Draco wished. "The Daily Life of Malfoy Warriors" was almost uncut, fully presenting the arrogance of this young master.

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