This Hogwarts is not normal

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

Professor Cuthbert Binns, who taught the class, was rumored to be because he was too focused in class one time, and the classmate suddenly disappeared.

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

Vincent, who doesn't know the truth, just wants to know the psychological shadow area of ​​those students.

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

"In 1689, the International Federation of Wizards enacted the "Secrecy Act"..."

Professor Binns' classes are undoubtedly boring.

Like a robot, he narrates this history without emotion.

History of Magic lessons are good, though.

Because the professor was too focused on speaking, several students fell asleep without being noticed.

Neville next to Vincent is a typical example.

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

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

His mechanical narration has already diverted the attention of many students who listened carefully to the class.

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

Another example was Hermione, who couldn't bear it any longer and half-closed her eyes.

No one was able to add points to the academy in this class that had no chance at all.

The myth of Gryffindor's winning streak ended because of this.

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

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

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

"Class start? What class?"

"Hogwarts Combat Lessons."

As soon as this remark came out, the little lions became interested.

They flocked aggressively to the empty common room, and took off their baggy school robes under Vincent's gesture.

"Wow, what a great figure~"

The nympho-faced Lavender seemed to have forgotten what he said the night before.

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

It turned out that she thought that this man had eyes like pearls, and he had seen through the true face of that thug early on.

now...

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

Vincent leaned forward, pressing his hands on the marble floor.

"You know all about push-ups, right? Everyone should do [-] first."

Hearing this, the rest of the people were stunned.

His muscles full of explosive power bulged out his entire tights.

With the ups and downs, everyone slowly recovered.

"Cuckoo—"

Including Hermione, they all swallowed subconsciously.

this body,

this speed,

This posture,

Not to mention the little wizard who never exercises,

Even those who grew up in Muggle society are astonished.

"Should be enough."

Vincent, who felt almost twenty, straightened up, "It's your turn."

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

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

No wonder the stinky golden-haired classmate always plays against him, it seems that he must have been beaten badly.

"Twenty, I should be fine." The tall 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, and I don't think there is any problem with me."

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

"Look, it's pretty easy."

"really."

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

By the tenth time, he was still trembling slightly.

Each of the next ones will greatly test the muscle endurance of the arms.

This kind of persistent soreness and fatigue cannot be solved by frequent housework.

Neville, who was only fifth, was completely flat on the floor.

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

"What—what are you doing to the floor?"

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

When the two people who were almost the same height as him only lasted to No. 18, the physical fitness of the wizards 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 through exercise and reduce the risk of disease and injury.

"If you combine the two..."

While the wizard was still chanting the curse, he made a prediction in advance with his excellent physical fitness, and then got closer to the opponent.

Even if their own spells are not very powerful, in the absence of large-scale magic on the opposite side, melee combat is undoubtedly extremely advantageous.

There have always been only a very small number of people in the magic world who know how to cast spells without a voice and without a wand.

If you add thermal weapons...

Vincent realized.

As long as you can maximize your own advantages, deviate from the orthodoxy and deviate from the orthodoxy.

"Okay, the warm-up is over."

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

Under the gaze of these extremely kind eyes, Hermione stood on the protective pad turned from a chair.

"What? Can't I?"

Vincent tried his best to maintain a 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 little fist, "I know the rules!"

What a joke, Miss Granger would use lethal weapons?

Completely relieved, Vincent stepped onto the protective pad and ticked her right index finger, "You can only hit with your fist, only your upper body."

"I know." Hermione took a deep breath, trying to relax herself.

Even the cubs watching didn't think she could embarrass Vincent, she was always trying to stabilize her mentality.

The mask worn by this thug must be revealed today!

"three,

two,

One,

start! "

After Vincent finished speaking, Hermione closed her eyes and rushed over.

The pair of little fists waving in a mess kept hitting the air on the way forward.

If you have really learned fighting, you will definitely turn sideways to avoid its edge.

But Vincent reached out and pressed Hermione's forehead.

"That's okay too?"

"Eh—it seems to be okay."

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

No matter how Hermione opened her eyes, she felt that the owner of the blue eyes was laughing at her.

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

Listening to the inexplicable words in her mind, she stopped waving her small fists.

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

"Oh--"

There were exclamations from the onlookers in the Gryffindor common room.

"hiss--"

They all gasped.

This scene was much bloodier than that of the golden retriever classmate.

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