This Hogwarts isn't normal.

There was no class on Wednesday afternoon, so Vincent fulfilled his promise to give Harry a training method.

The dumbbells were big and small, and the weights were different.

"First, do a frog jump around the castle, then do a hundred squats."

Ron looked at him in surprise as he tied the weights on his hands and feet, "You want to take them with you?"

"Yes." Vincent stretched his hands and feet, "I need to train my endurance now, and I will lift a hundred dumbbells when I come back later."

Harry was immediately in awe, "When do we have to train?"

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

"I--" Ron said bitterly, "I will definitely stick to it."

Vincent adjusted the weight to be more comfortable, "It doesn't matter, I'll let Gugu wake you up every day?

Or should I wake you up?"

"Gugu is fine!" Harry didn't want the door of his dormitory to be kicked down every day.

"Oh, remember to make the window bigger." Vincent pushed open the portrait of the Fat Lady.

"Child, are you exercising again?"

"Yes, ma'am."

She nodded slightly to Harry and Ron, "Remember to persevere, both of you. I have never seen a little wizard who works harder than Vincent."

"We will."

The two people who followed behind him in frog jumping originally thought it would be easy, until their legs began to feel sore and weak.

"Da Da Da——" Vincent had left them far behind.

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

Harry was not much better, "His endurance is already so strong, why does he still need to carry weights?"

"Because he wants to be stronger.

They both turned around at the same time and found that it was Hermione who jumped over.

"You——"

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

"She is still annoying." Ron pouted, "We are just taking a break, and we are not saying we are going to give up."

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

When Draco was mentioned, Ron instantly became excited.

"Go, Harry!"

Half an hour later, they both collapsed in front of the castle gate.

"You guys take a break first." Vincent had already done 100 squats and now held a dumbbell in each hand.

"How many did you do?"

"About 30."

Even without the weight, Harry and Ron trembled and gave a thumbs up.

"98-99-100!" Hermione had already finished squats.

"Huff-what do I do next?"

"Help supervise."

She sat down in front of the two of them, "I'll be responsible for counting, you can trust me."

Lavender and Parvati's daily exercise was completed under her eyes.

Ron's scalp tingled, "Then you have to count accurately."

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

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

"I'll let Cuckoo come over at 7 o'clock tomorrow morning. Remember to leave a small gap.

"We will--we will remember." Harry agreed weakly.

Ron, who was so tired that he collapsed on the ground and looked up at the sky, was a little unconvinced.

It's just a Cuckoo. If he was given some dried fish, he might stay for ten minutes.

However, he was still too naive.

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

Instead, there was a large group of black owls.

"Cuckoo Cuckoo--"

Harry woke up, wiped his eyes, put on his glasses, and slapped his little face with his backhand.

"This is actually true!"

Ron, who was woken up, also slapped himself.

"I am still too naive."

The mouse Scabbers was hiding in his arms and shivering.

All of them had blue eyes, like an owl that hadn't eaten for a long time, and might swallow it in one gulp.

Just because Gugu disliked it for being dirty and missing a finger didn't mean that these little brothers didn't dislike it.

"Be good, Scabbers." Ron patted its little body, "You are the most distinguished pet mouse in Hogwarts, they dare not do anything to you."

His comfort worked, but Scabbers 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 in the face on the bed next to him.

"Why did you hit me?"

"I'm afraid of pain."

Seamus jumped onto his bed, "You're afraid of pain, right?"

Harry and Ron couldn't bear to watch.

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

After washing up, they came to the castle gate, and Hermione was waiting early.

With her, there were Lavender and Parvati jogging around the castle.

"Where's Vincent?"

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

"Oh."

Harry and Ron thought it was about the Gwent cards.

After all, they were going to sell them in school, so they had to make sure there were no problems.

This was indeed the case.

Dumbledore was repeatedly warning people to pay attention to safety issues.

"Professor, how about you be the quality inspector?"

"Well - I trust you."

Vincent picked up a sizzling honey candy on a small plate, "Professor, I'll leave if there's nothing else."

"Wait -"

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

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

"This is nothing to be thankful for, I deserve it all!"

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

"Nico predicted that the Magic Stone would be in danger, so he handed it over to me for safekeeping."

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

"No, all predictions are unclear, even if he invests hundreds of years in studying them."

"Oh, it turns out it's not a lie." He suddenly felt that his body was a little light.

"Professor, I seem to be flying?"

"That's right." Dumbledore smiled and put a small candy into his mouth.

"It's sizzling honey candy with some Billywig sting powder in it."

Vincent's feet lifted off the ground and floated up a little.

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

"No, you'll need to visit him in Devon over the Christmas holidays."

"Shall I go by myself?"

Dumbledore also slowly floated up, "Of course not, I don't trust you, a first grader, to go to this dangerous place alone."

"Is it dangerous?" Vincent stretched out his hand and pressed the ceiling. "No one will die, 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 looked at the much grown-up Fawkes, "The Phoenix has a very special movement ability that can ignore the restrictions of the anti-Apparition Curse."

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

"Maybe." Dumbledore imitated him and stretched out his hand, lightly pressing the ceiling. "But I still have things to be busy with."

If he could meet Nico, the maker of the Philosopher's Stone, his efforts to deal with Quirrell would be in vain.

The principal's thick legs were really comfortable to hold.

"Professor, how are we going to get down?"

"Ambrosio, the owner of Honeydukes Candy Shop, said this is an experimental product and the effect is not very precise."

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