The years of welding at Hogwarts

"one hundred!"

Before Noah could announce the end and use a fire spell to melt the ice under their hands, Draco subconsciously leaned to the side, trying to turn over and lie on his back on the ground.

With this tilt, he was in trouble.

"Ah!" A heart-wrenching wolf howl echoed far away in the Black Lake.

Under the influence of gravity, Draco successfully turned over, but a large piece of skin on his palm was torn off.

The entire palm was covered in blood, and tragically, a larger area of ​​the body was in direct contact with the ice surface below.

Originally only his two palms were stuck to the ice, but now his entire back was frozen.

Looking at Draco with tears on his face, Noah opened his lips and uttered a word.

"idiot."

Chapter 134: Thunder King Nuo Yongxin

I have to say, Draco is a lazy donkey.

A while ago, he was locked in a toilet and humiliated, so he smeared feces on the wall. Pah, he worked hard for several weeks.

But now, because he didn't have a clear goal like Neville, he gradually lost motivation and became lazy again.

They are all in special training, but look at Navi.

After a few months, the fat on the little fat boy's body has gradually shrunk and condensed into firm muscles.

Even the bulging abdominal muscles have been outlined with some unclear lines through day after day of high-intensity training.

But as long as the Hufflepuff Swordmaster is given some more time, he will definitely be able to train these shallow lines into eight well-defined abdominal muscles.

And what about Draco?

With the increasingly abundant meals at Hogwarts, it was difficult for him to even maintain his original body shape, let alone build a strong body.

If this guy is not properly disciplined, he will not know that there are always people better than you.

He is not the reincarnation of Lord Guan, but he always thinks that everyone except himself is a traitor. Little does he know that in a life-and-death fight, Neville can chop off his head within ten rounds.

So, this morning Noah, who had originally planned to start special training for Hagrid and teach him how to cast spells without a wand, simply pulled this lazy dog ​​out of the dormitory.

He also brought out the little fat boy who was willing to study hard.

After all, always practicing against a rookie like Draco would actually have limited effect.

Noah glanced at Draco who had just been freed from the ice and stopped him from doing something suicidal. "Don't rush to put on your clothes. Rest here for three minutes."

His words instantly made Draco look bitter.

Although Neville next to him had almost the same expression, the determined look in the fat boy's eyes revealed his firm belief in his future.

However, this belief only lasted for less than five seconds before it was broken by Noah's words.

"Then keep squatting, one hundred."

The conviction in the Sword Master's eyes turned into fear of Noah's devilish training.

"Ah, come again?" Draco wailed as he shivered in the snow.

"Noah..."

Hagrid, who had been standing there silently from the beginning, wearing a thick fur coat and looking like a mountain monster, couldn't bear to watch it anymore.

"They're both just kids."

Noah rolled his eyes at Hagrid, "Am I not shirtless just like them?"

It has to be said that the physical fitness of wizards is indeed very different from that of ordinary people.

If it were an ordinary eleven-year-old child, except for those fighting people who can arm wrestle with polar snowmen and ordinary brown bears would avoid them, he would have fainted if Noah had been tormented like this.

Although Neville and Draco were shivering like dead dogs, they were able to stand there very firmly and even completed a hundred push-ups.

This may be the subtle transformation that magic has on the wizard's body.

Otherwise, it would be difficult for those wizards to live to two or three hundred years old.

In the wizarding world, there are many people who have lived to be 200 years old without relying on elixirs of immortality. An official in the Ministry of Magic who is responsible for the examination of Apparition certificates was even once Dumbledore's examiner of Apparition.

Dumbledore is now over a hundred years old, so the other party must be over one hundred and fifty.

If the existence of magic can have some subtle influence on the wizard's body, making the wizard's body stronger than that of Muggles.

So, is there some way to enhance this aspect of magic's effect on the body?

For example, lightning body forging, lightning escape to activate body cells, lightning escape armor and so on.

Well, although there are two things in the back that seem to be a bit unrelated in style, these are indeed some of the things Noah has seen in the private library of Master Ancient One.

But at that time, this thing was too far away for Noah.

At that time, he had mediocre talent and was just a big super soldier in Kamar-Taj, slightly stronger than an entry-level apprentice. In the final battle, he couldn't even beat the Head Vanguard.

All of these magical body-building methods have a prerequisite for physical strength.

Unable to reach

Due to his rigid conditions, he had never carefully studied the actual effects of these magic body techniques, but simply memorized them in his mind. He never expected that they would come in handy in this life.

The problem he faced now was how to get Hagrid to learn it as well.

After all, demonic arts, no matter what, are based on magic. It remains to be seen whether Hagrid, who was in Azkaban before completing his studies, can learn this magic.

This time, Noah called Hagrid out because he wanted to let this half-blood giant, whose learning talent was not very strong, try to master this magic by relying on his body's memory through practice.

Noah's gaze turned to Hagrid who was standing aside. There was a hint of contempt in his eyes as he looked at the fur coat that wrapped him tightly.

"You are an adult, and a half-giant at that. How can you be so embarrassed to wear such thick clothes?"

He tugged at Hagrid's clothes, signaling Hagrid to take off his clothes quickly. How could he learn a foreign language if he didn't take off his clothes...

Bah! Learning magic?

"Ah this..."

The half-blood giant scratched the shaggy beard on his chin a little embarrassedly, "Do you really want to take it off?"

Noah waved his hand casually. "If you're sure you're going to have a lump of charcoal stuck to your skin, it's okay if you don't take it off."

Hearing this, Hagrid quickly took off his moleskin coat.

But compared to Noah, who has well-defined and graceful muscles, the image of this shirtless Hogwarts version of the fat Thor is a bit eye-catching.

Fortunately, at this time when the sky is just getting light, basically no students would be stupid enough to run outside and freeze like the three brothers of Kamar-Taj.

In such horrible weather, wouldn’t it be nice to curl up in a warm castle?

"Hagrid, you still remember the magic I taught you yesterday?"

Hearing this, the half-blood giant smiled shyly, "I forgot everything."

Noah just felt his fist harden.

"Listen carefully, I will teach you again."

He simply repeated what he had explained to Hagrid yesterday, a very simple and clear method on how to transform magic power into the power of thunder, so as to improve himself.

Afterwards, Noah once again asked Hagrid a soul-searching question.

"have you understood?"

The gamekeeper nodded repeatedly.

"How much of what I taught you do you remember?"

Hagrid grinned. "Well, I only remember most of it!"

"So," Noah said with a stiff expression, "what now?"

"There is only a little left."

After a pause of a few seconds, Noah asked another soul-searching question, "What now?"

"Hey, I've forgotten everything."

Are you here learning Tai Chi and Tai Chi sword from me?

Feeling the blood rushing to his temples, Noah really wanted to punch this useless bastard in the stomach.

But considering that the giant not only had maximum magic resistance, but also physical resistance that was almost the same level as the fire dragon, he finally gave up this idea which might break his hand.

"You should put this on first. You're really too much of an eyesore when you're shirtless."

With disdain, he took out a special training suit from his storage space that he had made overnight.

"what is this?"

Hagrid took the heavy "battle suit" curiously.

What I got was a strange metal material. Although it was mainly made of metal, it was not hard. Instead, it had the texture of inferior cloth, but it was a bit like rubber.

Tough yet soft, with a slightly rough feel like the surface of a rubber tire.

"This is the special training uniform you will wear every time you practice in the future," Noah took the initiative to introduce, "It is made of special materials with excellent conductive properties."

"Its function is ..."

Watching Hagrid put on this specially made black and gray vest, a malicious smile suddenly appeared at the corner of Noah's mouth.

With magic power secretly accumulated in his palm, Noah raised his hand and fired an Avada...

Bah, lightning spell.

Chapter 135 Cell Activation

Above Hogwarts Castle, lightning flashed faintly in the low clouds.

Under the attraction of Noah's magic, the electric charges in the clouds gathered rapidly, and then a not-so-thick bolt of lightning descended from the clouds with incredible speed, slamming down on Hagrid's gray-black vest.

Draco and Neville stared at the scene in front of them in amazement.

The azure blue lightning was wrapped around Hagrid, or to be more precise, around his special training suit.

The thick lightning broke into countless tiny lightnings on the special training suit, surrounding Hagrid's body. The azure lightning made him look like a god controlling thunder.

The fine electric current penetrated into the half-blood giant's body through the training uniform bit by bit, and Hagrid couldn't help but let out a painful roar.

"Stop it! Are you going to kill him?!"

Neville rushed over in a hurry and held down Noah's hand which was still casting the weather spell.

"He's not dead." Noah's expression didn't show any anxiety or worry at all.

Considering the half-blood giant's magic resistance, this little thunderbolt can hardly cause any effective damage to him.

It was to make him feel a little pain.

What's more, with Hagrid's strong physique, if he started from the smallest current intensity like a beginner, it would not be of much help to Hagrid in improving his physical strength.

After all, he is strong enough.

Therefore, Noah needs to take drastic measures at the beginning of special training.

Only by using a sufficiently strong current directly can the appropriate current size be tested as quickly as possible.

As the fine electric current wrapped around the special training suit was absorbed bit by bit, the pain on the hybrid giant's body, as if he was being cut into pieces, was gradually alleviated.

He no longer felt the pain and stopped screaming.

After the last bit of lightning disappeared, he looked up. The super vitality given to him by the half-giant made him look no different from before.

If there was any difference, it would be the messy hair and beard on his head, all of which stood up under the influence of the electric current.

Hagrid now looked like a sea urchin with its spines exploded.

I have to say, this look is indeed quite fashionable, the kind that can be exhibited at Paris Fashion Week.

"Hahahahaha!"

Through the mirror-smooth ice surface, the half-blood giant also saw his current funny appearance, and his hearty laughter spread far away on the lake.

"What are you two looking at?"

Noah glared at the two people who had stopped training and were watching curiously, "Have you finished the 100 squats?"

Neville nodded, "Done."