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Chapter 277 Morning Exercise
The little wizard has been wandering around the safe area of ​​​​the school, his curiosity has been quenched, and he has accumulated a lot of emotions.

Fortunately, Dumbledore is a master at manipulating emotions.

Therefore, he did not ask Snape to take the first class, but chose Minerva McGonagall.

Charms class.

After the little wizards heard about it, they all became excited.

Those who were so excited that they stayed awake one night and then lay in bed reviewing "Standard Spells Beginner", such as Hermione.

Some are so nervous that they start talking in their sleep at night and begging grandma for blessing, such as Neville.

There are also those who bared their teeth and stared in the dark places where the moonlight could not reach, and gently wiped the wand with a gauze scarf like sharpening a knife, such as...

"Ron, can you turn on the light and clean your wand?" Harry looked at Ron speechlessly, who looked like an ogre before dinner, and had to speak up.

"Sorry, Harry." Ron straightened his disheveled red hair, looked at Harry with clear eyes, and said sheepishly:

"I tried to lower my voice as much as possible, but I still disturbed you. I'm really sorry."

"It's not your problem, Ron, it's just that my ears are too sensitive." Harry stopped sitting cross-legged, put his two long legs on the edge of the bed, and leaned his back gently against the wall.

Ron glanced enviously at Harry's body, which was almost as strong as an adult's, and said again: "Harry, your breathing technique is really amazing."

"I can teach you if you want to learn," Harry joked.

"..." Ron struggled for a while, and finally said: "It still doesn't work. I have to learn magic first, otherwise, my mother will beat me."

"If Mr. Weasley knew you could bulk up, he would definitely agree."

When Ron heard Harry's words, he nodded in agreement, but in the end, he shrugged and said helplessly: "It's a pity that he doesn't have the final say in the family."

"I think you need to get some sleep, Ron. It's almost dawn." Harry got off the bed and wiped the window.

The black mirror image on the glass, which was originally glittering with stars, gradually revealed the true sky outside as Harry wiped it.

The starlight in the distance has dimmed, and the tiny water droplets are slowly crawling on the green grass stems and leaves, ready to gather together for an exciting bungee jump when the sun appears.

Ron blinked, walked to the window, looked outside carefully, and said to Harry: "It's still early, I'll cultivate a relationship with the wand."

"My mother told me that full emotion is the key to successful spell casting."

"Mrs. Weasley is right, Ron." Harry nuzzled at the clock on the wall, "But full emotions require adequate sleep."

Ron looked back.

The face of the clock is that of a sleeping grandfather, with his white beard curling up and down as he snores.

The hour and minute hands were centered on his broad red nose, and they moved after a while.

"Four o'clock!?" Ron exclaimed, and then Harry covered his mouth.

Grandpa Clock's eyelids moved and he almost opened his eyes.

"Ron, according to the school rules, you are not allowed to yell during bedtime." Harry reminded in a low voice.

Ron nodded fearfully, gently pulled Harry's hand, and said in a mosquito voice: "Thank you, Harry. I almost got discovered by it."

The old clock is not just decoration, it is enchanted.

As well as making a lot of noise at bedtime, the little wizard will be warned by the smell of heather too many times.

Of course, the warning to the latter will be one-on-one, and will not let the little wizard experience the feeling of social death prematurely.

"I have to go to bed quickly, Harry, good night." Ron jumped into the quilt, holding the wand in front of his chest before going to sleep, assuming a standard burial posture.

"Good night, Ron." Harry began to change into his sports clothes. He was going to do his morning exercise.

"Harry." Ron suddenly opened his eyes after Harry got dressed, "Do you have any way to help me fall asleep quickly?"

"The words in those books are preventing me from sleeping and I don't even recognize them!"

Harry took out his wand and pointed it at Ron, "At your service, Ron."

"Harry?!"

"Collapsed."

……

Hogwarts was still very quiet at 4 o'clock in the morning, even the ghosts were napping on the beams in the hall.

When Harry arrived at the gate, Hermione arrived, yawning.

She was slightly tired, but after seeing Harry, especially after getting close and smelling his scent, she felt as if she had taken a refreshing potion and instantly became energetic.

"Good morning, Hermione."

"Good morning, Harry." Hermione smiled sweetly at him, her braces and teeth competing for the best position, neither giving way to the other.

Draco Malfoy and his entourage were always teasing her teeth, but Hermione didn't care.

After all, except for the annoying Slytherin, even the reckless Gryffindor didn't dare to act arrogantly to a little lioness like her.

The mischievous turtle knows why. Like it, many unruly little wizards were taught a lesson by Hermione using magic, more than once.

But at this time, Hermione's eyes looked around cautiously.

Just as Harry opened the door, a group of Hufflepuff seniors buzzed into the hall.

There were both men and women among them. The men were all average-looking, but among the girls, there were many with good-looking figures and faces.

They obviously eat a lot, but they are not fat where they should be, and they are just right where they should not be.

Hermione compared her withered breasts and butt, feeling angry that she hadn't grown up yet, and her eyes widened even more.

The coquettish "Harry"s made her feel even more energetic.

Even though they were jokingly calling themselves Harry's little girlfriends, Hermione didn't indulge in these candy bombs.

Harmfulness is not allowed, and defensiveness is indispensable.

Fortunately, these big sisters in the Badger House really planned to do morning exercises, instead of just getting into the habit of doing them after Harry arrived.

Hermione trotted after Harry, sometimes to his left, sometimes to his right, like a lion patrolling its territory.

Some older sisters would deliberately run faster, and then slow down when Hermione approached them without leaving a trace.

Harry helplessly looked at Hermione who started to pant after running around for a while, and gently advised, "Hermione, let me carry you."

Hermione's eyes flashed with joy, and just as she was about to nod, she heard someone booing from behind.

"I envy Miss Granger so much that she has such a considerate gentleman who cares about her."

"Yes, this gentleman is still the famous Harry Potter."

"How does it feel to lie on your boyfriend's back? Miss Granger will tell me later that I am still single."

"..."

The boys in Badger Academy were running around minding their own business, and they were very attentive, even though the female classmates were indeed very beautiful.

However, beauty cannot be eaten as a meal, but good exercise can help you eat more, and you can even eat desserts without any scruples.

girlfriend? It will happen automatically when you become an adult.

At least that's what the house elves in the Hogwarts kitchen say.

"First, no need for now, Harry, I'm fine myself. Ah——"

Harry directly picked up Hermione and carried her on his back.

Little girls are thin-skinned. If they don't understand this, how can they be called gentlemen?

The booing got louder.

Hermione hugged Harry's neck and buried her head in his shoulder. Her face was slightly red, but the joy in her eyes was even stronger.

The feeling of lying on my boyfriend’s back is so comfortable! Hermione wanted to shout like this, but after thinking about it, she decided not to say it.

She wanted to enjoy this feeling alone.

The sky gradually became brighter, and before the dewdrops on the grass reached the top of the green grass, they were shaken to the ground by the footsteps of Harry and others.

The Gryffindor wizards were either wearing pajamas or blankets, rubbing their eyes while watching Harry and others running in the morning.

It's only 5 o'clock now, and the first class doesn't start until 8 o'clock.

"As expected of the future Lion King, full of energy." The Gryffindors muttered, and then they were sealed to the bed by the warm quilts.

"Ah, the despicable Slytherin actually put a curse on our mattress! Harry, although we can't move physically, we still support you mentally. Come on... Huh-huh..."

No one in Ravenclaw or Slytherin got up, except Draco Malfoy.

He stood by the bed and narrowed his eyes at Harry, who was leading the morning jog.

Her hair, which she hadn't taken care of after getting up, showed no trace of mess except for the slight slump on the back of her head.

Nobles should maintain graceful posture at all times, even while sleeping.

Malfoy was very proud of his habit. He never turned over in his sleep, and he could always maintain a smile that was one part humorous and one part reserved.

Malfoy's noble face was reflected on the glass of the window. He adjusted his extravagant golden bear silk pajamas and said coldly:
"Mr. Potter, nobles have never been grandstanding people. Do you want to win over Hufflepuff in this unmannered way? Do you want to win the honor of the Academy Cup?"

"You should know that numbers are never a sign of strength."

"It's blood."

"Headmaster's special training has made me stronger, Mr. Potter. I plan to teach you a lesson for Gryffindor in Charms class."

　Gone.

　　I was ganked by the heavy snow today, so I got home a little late.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)