This Hogwarts isn't normal.

In addition to the spells class, there was also a history of magic class which was said to be the most boring in the afternoon.

It was said that Professor Cuthbert Binns, who taught the class, suddenly disappeared in the middle of the class because he was too focused in class.

In the end, his class was completed in a ghost state.

Vincent, who didn't know whether it was true or not, just wanted to know the psychological shadow area of ​​those students.

The magic style changed to the supernatural style in a second. If they didn't collapse on the spot, they would have strong psychological quality.

"In 1689, the International Confederation of Wizards enacted the Statute of Secrecy..."

Professor Binns' class was undoubtedly boring.

He told this history without emotion like a robot.

However, the history of magic class still has its benefits.

Because the professor was too focused, several students fell asleep without being discovered.

Neville next to Vincent was a typical example.

"Since the early 15th century, the persecution of male and female wizards by Muggles has begun throughout Europe..."

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

His mechanical narration has diverted the attention of many students who were listening attentively.

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

Another example is Hermione who couldn't bear it anymore and half-closed her eyes.

In this class where no chance was given at all, no one could add points to the college.

Gryffindor's winning streak was also ended.

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

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

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

"Start the class? What class?"

"Hogwarts fighting class."

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

They rushed to the empty common room with great momentum and took off their large school robes at Vincent's signal.

"Wow, you have a great figure~"

Lavender, with a crazy face, seemed to have forgotten what she said the night before.

Hermione, who was trying to supervise, saw the true face of her roommate.

"Before learning to fight, we have to warm up thoroughly."

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

"You all know push-ups, right? Let's do twenty each."

The rest of the people were stunned by this.

His muscles, full of explosive power, bulged the entire tight shirt.

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

"Gululu--"

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.

"It should be enough."

Vincent, who felt that it was about twenty times, stood up, "It's your turn."

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

Harry and Ron looked at each other, and they saw the three words "not easy to mess with" in each other's eyes.

No wonder the foul-mouthed golden-haired classmate always targets them. It seems that he must have been beaten badly.

"Twenty, I should be fine." The tall Ron supported himself on the floor with both hands, "I started helping my mother with housework when I was very young."

Harry tilted his head in the same posture, "I do all the housework at my aunt's house, I don't think I have any problem."

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

"See, it's quite easy."

"Indeed."

When they did the fifth one, both of them felt their whole arms sore.

When they did the tenth one, they began to tremble slightly.

Each of the following ones greatly tested the muscle endurance of the arms.

This kind of continuous soreness and fatigue cannot be solved by doing housework frequently.

Neville, who had just done the fifth one, was completely flat on the floor.

The twins who returned to the dormitory as soon as possible after class were stunned by the scene in front of them.

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

Vincent lowered his left hand that was supporting his chin, "Push-ups, do you want to try it too?"

When two people who were almost the same height as him only persisted to the 18th time, the answer to the physical fitness of the wizards was revealed.

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

Muggles don't have this ability, so they can only improve their physical fitness through exercise to reduce the risk of illness and injury.

"If the two are combined..."

While the wizard is still chanting spells, make predictions in advance with excellent physical fitness, and then get closer to the opponent little by little.

Even if the spell itself is not powerful, close combat is undoubtedly very advantageous when the opponent does not have large-scale magic.

There have always been only a few people in the magic world who know silent spells and wandless casting.

If hot weapons are added...

Vincent realized it.

As long as you can maximize your own advantages, you can be a heretic.

"Okay, warm-up is done."

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

Under the gaze of these extremely kind eyes, Hermione stood on the protective mat that was 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, "I know the rules!"

What a joke, Miss Granger will use lethal weapons?

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

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

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

"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 gasps of onlookers could be heard in the Gryffindor common room.

"hiss--"

They also gasped.

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

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