This Hogwarts is not normal

In addition to the Charms class, there is also a History of Magic class that is said to be the most boring class in the afternoon.

Professor Cuthbert Binns, who taught the class, was rumored to have suddenly disappeared because he was too focused in class.

His last lesson was completed in a ghost state.

Vincent, who does not know whether it is true or not, now only wants to know the psychological shadow area of ​​those students.

The magical wind turns into supernatural wind in an instant, and they are considered to have excellent psychological quality even if they don't collapse on the spot.

"In 1689, the International Confederation of Wizards formulated the "Law of Secrecy"..."

Professor Binns' class is undoubtedly boring.

He was like a robot, narrating this history without emotion.

But there are benefits to a History of Magic class.

Because the professor was so focused on his lecture, several students fell asleep without being noticed.

Neville next to Vincent is a typical example.

"Since the early 15th century, Muggle persecution of witches and wizards has taken steps across Europe..."

Even during the particularly cruel witch-hunting period, Professor Binns did not have any emotional fluctuations.

His mechanical narration has diverted the attention of many students who were paying attention to the lecture.

For example, Vincent is thinking about the treatment of teachers at Hogwarts.

Another example is Hermione, whose eyes are half-closed because she really can't bear it anymore.

In this class, which was given no chance at all, no one could gain points for the academy.

Gryffindor's winning streak was thus ended.

The only thing that could cheer up the students was Professor Binns' "get out of class is over".

Vincent, who was walking in the corridor on the second floor, remembered that Mr. Potter wanted to learn fighting from him.

He suddenly turned his head and stared at Harry blankly, "It's still early, why don't we start classes?"

"Class starts? What class?"

"Hogwarts Fighting Lessons."

As soon as these words came out, all the little lions became interested.

They rushed to the empty common room and took off their loose school robes at Vincent's signal.

"Wow, what a great figure~"

The nymphomaniac Lavender seemed to have forgotten what she had said the night before.

Hermione, who planned to supervise, saw clearly the true face of her roommate.

It turned out that she thought that this man had a sharp eye and had already seen through the true face of the thug.

Now...

"Before we learn to fight, we need to fully warm up."

Vincent leaned forward and pressed his hands on the marble floor.

"Do you know about push-ups? Let each person do twenty first."

The others were stunned when they heard this.

His muscles, full of explosive power, bulged out of his entire tight-fitting shirt.

With the ups and downs, everyone slowly came back to their senses.

"Gu Liu——"

Including Hermione, they all swallowed subconsciously.

This figure,

This speed,

This posture,

Not to mention the little wizard who never exercises,

Even those who grew up in Muggle society are shocked.

"That should be enough."

Vincent, who felt it was almost twenty times, straightened up and said, "It's your turn."

Not to mention he was sweating profusely, even his breathing was as steady as before.

Harry and Ron looked at each other and saw the words "not to be trifled with" in each other's eyes.

No wonder the bad-mouthed golden retriever classmate is always picking on others. It seems like he must have been beaten badly.

"Twenty, I should be fine." The taller Ron put his hands on the floor, "I started helping my mother with housework when I was very young."

Harry, who was in the same posture, tilted his head, "I do all the work in my aunt's house, so I think there's nothing wrong with me."

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They both bent their elbows and straightened them at the same time.

"Look, it's quite easy."

"really."

When they reached the fifth time, both of them felt that their whole arms were sore.

By the tenth time, I started to tremble slightly.

Each of the following steps will greatly test the muscle endurance of both arms.

This kind of constant soreness and fatigue cannot be solved by doing housework regularly.

Neville, who had only reached the fifth position, was already lying flat on the floor.

The twins who returned to the dormitory immediately after class were shocked by the sight in front of them.

"Um - what are you doing to the floor?"

Vincent lowered his left hand that was supporting his chin, "Do you want to try push-ups too?"

When the two people who were almost the same height as him only persisted until the eighteenth, the wizards' physical fitness had already been answered.

Because this group can use magic, even if they are sick or injured, they can recover in a very short time.

Muggles do not have this ability, so they can only enhance their physical fitness and reduce the risk of disease and injury through exercise.

"If you combine the two..."

While the wizard is still reciting the incantation, use your excellent physical fitness to make predictions in advance and get closer to the opponent a little bit.

Even if your own spells are not powerful, when the opponent does not have a large range of magic, you will undoubtedly have an advantage in melee combat.

There have always been only a handful of people in the magic world who know how to cast silent spells and wandless spells.

If you add thermal weapons...

Vincent understood.

As long as you can maximize your own advantages, go against the grain and go against the grain.

"Okay, warm-up completed."

He took out his wand from his school robe and pointed at a chair next to him, "Excuse me, can anyone help me demonstrate?"

Under the gaze of these extremely kind eyes, Hermione stood on the protective pad that had been transformed from a chair.

"What? Can't I?"

Vincent tried his best to maintain the smile on his face, "Of course, as long as you..."

He looked down and paused at the pair of solid leather shoes.

Hermione clenched her fists and said, "I know the rules!"

What a joke, Miss Granger will use lethal weapons?

Completely relieved, Vincent walked up to the protective pad and hooked her with the index finger of his right hand, "You can only use your fists, and you can only hit the upper body."

"I know." Hermione took a deep breath and tried to relax herself.

Even the little lions who were watching didn't think she could embarrass Vincent. She was always trying to stabilize her mentality.

The mask this thug is wearing must be revealed today!

"three,

two,

one,

start!"

As Vincent finished speaking, Hermione rushed over with her eyes closed.

The pair of chaotically waving little fists kept hitting the air on the way forward.

If you have really learned how to fight, you will definitely move sideways to avoid its sharp edges.

But Vincent stretched out his hand and pressed it on Hermione's forehead.

"Is this okay?"

"Uh-it seems okay."

The pair of small fists that were still whirring were still a long way from the shirt.

When Hermione opened her eyes slightly, she felt that the owner of those blue eyes was laughing at her.

"Do you want to expose my true identity? It's a pity that you are still too young..."

Listening to the inexplicable words that appeared in her mind, she stopped waving her little fist.

When Vincent moved his hand away and was about to say something, he suddenly felt a familiar pain in his left foot.

"oh--"

The exclamations of onlookers could be heard in the Gryffindor common room.

"hiss--"

They all took a deep breath.

This scene was much more bloody than that time with the golden retriever classmate.

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