The sky was slightly white, as if a light veil was slowly lifted, reflecting the outline of the earth. A thin mist filled the air, like a light veil slowly covering the earth. There is a fresh, moist feeling in the air, and a cool breeze gently blows through it, bringing a hint of coolness.

Despite all his reluctance, Malfoy arrived at the gates of Hogwarts at 7 o'clock on time. It was quiet all around, only the fallen leaves fluttered in the wind, and with the caress of the wind, they fell to the ground with a rustling sound.

Standing alone at the door, Malfoy curled up by the door, scolding himself for being tricked.

It's Saturday and early morning, so it's time to stay under the comforts of your bed.

But Malfoy's heart was secretly relieved.

It's better to be tricked than to actually work out with that guy.

And to say such shameful slogans.

If it weren't for Malfoy's lack of courage to resist, he wouldn't have been able to shout to kill him.

It's okay now, it's not that he Malfoy didn't come, it's that the other party is not there.

Just as Malfoy was about to turn back to the castle, there was a slight 'click' behind him, rhythmic.

A figure slowly emerged from the thin morning mist outside the castle.

Dudley, who was wearing a sports vest, shorts, and two dumbbells in his hands, appeared in Malfoy's field of vision.

"I thought you would be late, but I didn't expect to be so punctual."

Dudley came up to Malfoy and gave him a rare compliment.

"You—" Malfoy looked at Dudley and didn't know what to say.

The guy in front of him has obviously gone through some exercise, which means that the other party has been here for a while.

But it's only seven o'clock, what time did the other party come?

Six?

"I've been exercising for a while."

Dudley had come much earlier than Malfoy, and the reason why he called Malfoy to come at 7 o'clock was just because he didn't want him to disturb him.

And in addition to morning exercises, Dudley will also exercise for a while before going to bed.

Exercise twice a day without interruption in all these years.

Exercising is really addictive, especially watching your muscles grow little by little, feeling the ripples in your body grow little by little, and Dudley enjoys this growth process very much.

"Start with the simplest, warm up and run."

Dudley was in front of Malfoy, still standing still and waving the dumbbells up and down.

His gaze swept over Malfoy's body: "It's better not to wear a robe next time, you'll wrestle." ”

Take Malfoy to the lawn not far from Hogwarts Castle and teach them a few simple warm-up moves. Warming up before a formal workout is essential to reduce the chance of injury, relieve muscle soreness, and increase the body's ability to dissipate heat.

At first, Malfoy was dismissive of the few warm-up moves Dudley had taught him, thinking it was too easy.

It wasn't until he did it himself that he felt that the hands were not the hands, the feet were not the feet, and no matter how easy he was, he couldn't reach the strength so easily.

When he was done, Malfoy felt like he was going to hang up.

But that's not the beginning.

"The first day of training was a little easier, just three laps around Hogwarts Castle."

Dudley will count the Black Lake when he exercises himself, that area is a lot, let alone three laps of Malfoy, he can't hold on to one lap.

"You don't have to swim in the Black Lake."

Dudley would not only run around the Black Lake, but would even swim in the water, asking Malfoy to swim in the Black Lake, and with his small plastic physique, he would probably sink after jumping down and fluttering a few times.

The lake water is still quite cold in the early morning.

However, even if he ran around the castle, it was unknown how long Malfoy would last.

After the warm-up training, Malfoy no longer dared to underestimate Dudley's ease.

With heavy steps, Malfoy began his workout for the day.

He started jogging after Dudley.

At first, Malfoy could still keep up with Dudley's pace, and he began to think that it was nothing more than that, but after all, Brother Tu was a pampered young master, and he usually didn't take a few steps to run, let alone exercise.

Soon, Malfoy realised that he had overestimated his level, let alone three laps, and that he was starting to lose his stamina before the first lap was halfway through.

Slowly left behind by Dudley.

"No, I'm at my limit." Malfoy yelled.

His heart was pounding, his breathing was becoming very short, and the muscles in his legs were very sore.

For the young master of the Malfoy family, it is not bad to be able to do this level.

But Dudley wasn't his father, and he wouldn't get used to him.

Grimacing, he walked over and pulled out a shiny object from his shorts pocket and shone it at the back of Malfoy's head.

"Run."

Dudley said coldly.

"Since you promise, you must fulfill your promises, which is the most basic requirement of being a man."

"It hurts!"

Seeing that Malfoy still had no intention of running, his head hit him again.

Of course, Dudley has a good sense of proportion, otherwise Malfoy would not have been as simple as pain.

According to the instructions of the Data Magic Eye, the position he hit will make Malfoy feel very painful, but there will definitely be no sequelae, let alone any wounds, no matter how he checks it, it will not detect a problem, it is just a simple pain.

It's just that Malfoy didn't know this, seeing that Dudley was playing for real, he didn't care about the exhaustion of his body, and he stood up and continued to run.

If he had slowed down, he would have had a bag on his head.

"Forgot the slogans I gave you earlier? Shout it out. ”

Malfoy's head thumped again.

He grinned in pain.

I didn't care about any shame or shame, and shouted out loudly.

This is also thanks to the sound insulation of Hogwarts, which is very good, and if it were a university dormitory, Malfoy's voice is guaranteed to wake them all up.

Dudley looked at the silver spoon in his hand, he had smashed Malfoy's head with this thing, although he had never understood what it was for, but it was unexpectedly easy to use as a whip.

There are no other characteristics, but it is surprisingly hard.

Not even Dudley could leave a tooth mark on it.

Time passed like this, and soon a few little wizards who liked to get up early also crawled out of the bed one after another.

Some boys and girls who are accustomed to watching Dudley's morning exercises also habitually lie on the windowsill, but this time they find that Dudley is no longer running alone, but there is another figure running towards the rising sun.

So the little wizards saw a magical scene, Malfoy was running in front, Dudley was following behind with a spoon, as long as he slowed down a little, Dudley would hit his head with a spoon, and Malfoy, who was running in front, seemed to be shouting something all the time.

I couldn't hear it clearly, but I was sure it wasn't a call for help.