Fox Demon: Heaven rewards diligence; I will eventually achieve divine mastery of martial arts.

"Get some rest. Starting tomorrow morning, you'll be practicing both body conditioning and cultivation."

'ah?!'

Harry Potter looked utterly desperate, as if he had heard news of the world's end.

Don't be sad, this will be your daily routine from now on.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 220 Crushing Malfoy

For the next few days, Harry Potter lived a hellish, unbearable life.

So much so that Ron could often smell a faint scent of blood on him.

Because of the large amount of blood and energy consumed, Harry Potter could only replenish his energy through the simplest method, namely dietary supplements, before he could have any medicinal soup to do so.

This resulted in his appetite increasing dramatically at a visible rate.

Compared to the other students, Harry Potter was like a glutton.

It's really hard to believe that someone can eat enough food for four or five people and not gain weight. Where does all that food go?

In this tranquility, a new discipline that interested everyone began.

Flying lessons, which are lessons on riding flying broomsticks.

Humans from all worlds have an innate yearning for flight.

Therefore, these students, who had just enrolled, were extremely interested in this.

Harry Potter was quite interested, but what was a little annoying was that he was taking the class with the Slytherin guys.

That means you'll run into that guy Malfoy.

'Master, when will I be able to finish my cultivation?'

I feel my body is much stronger than before.

As they walked out of the imposing castle, Harry Potter spoke to Lin Yu.

This period of cultivation had been so painful for him that he didn't want to continue for even a day longer.

"Didn't you say before that you were very hardworking?"

'If I take it back now, can you forgive me?'

I think you're daydreaming.

Harry Potter was rejected by Lin Yu and looked miserable. This was only the simplest physical torture. If it was already so painful, how painful would the poison, boiling, and burning be?

It also provides exercise for the internal organs.

Just thinking about it sends chills down your spine.

"However, you'd better hurry up and get the medicinal herbs you need for the tonic, otherwise your cultivation progress will have to slow down."

"Of course, don't have any ulterior motives; I know exactly what you're thinking."

"I understand, Master," Harry Potter said helplessly, "but this behavior is a complete invasion of my privacy."

'I'm simply supervising your cultivation; as for your erotic dreams at night...'

'Master! How do you even know this?!'

The master and apprentice chatted and laughed as they walked to the grass outside.

This is where we'll learn how to use a flying broom today.

The person in charge of teaching this course was Mrs. Hodge.

Just like in the original story, Harry Potter has an amazing talent for using flying brooms.

The flying broom, which was clearly just an inanimate object, seemed to come alive in his hands, like an obedient kitten.

His self-taught nature perfectly exemplifies the word "talent."

But just as there are geniuses, there are also mediocre ones.

Just like Na'Vi.

Compared to the neck injury described in the original story, thanks to Harry Potter's incredibly quick reflexes, Neville's injury wasn't as severe.

He only had a large gash on his body from a stone on the ground.

"Oh, poor child."

Seeing this, Madam Hooch told Harry Potter and the others to wait for her return, and then quickly took the pale-faced Neville to the infirmary.

Malfoy and his cronies, of course, wouldn't let this opportunity pass, and they ridiculed and mocked him mercilessly.

"Did you guys see that big, dumb guy just now? He's really stupid."

"Who says it isn't?"

"Hey, look at this! Isn't this what that big oaf's grandma gave him?"

Malfoy picked up Neville's memory orb from the ground, saying with a wicked grin.

"What do you think if I put it on a tree, and this guy..."

"bring here."

Harry Potter listened to Malfoy's words, waved to him, and spoke calmly.

"Ah."

Malfoy sneered, perhaps feeling that there were no knives or forks around to threaten him, that he was outdoors, and that he had a flying broomstick, so he was unusually bold now.

"If you want to be a hero, then come and get it yourself, you idiot."

With that, Malfoy pushed off with his legs, preparing to take off despite the warning left by Mrs. Hooch before she left, forbidding him from flying without permission.

Seeing this, the Slytherins not only did not stop him, but cheered, seemingly applauding Malfoy's courage.

But before Malfoy could enjoy the cheers of the crowd, he flew into the sky.

A black afterimage suddenly flew from the side at an extremely fast speed and knocked him off the flying broom.

"Bah."

Harry Potter walked over from the side, and as Malfoy fell to the ground, two flying brooms landed on the ground, one of which was the very broom Harry Potter had just used.

"Since you refuse to hand it over, I'll have to use my own methods, don't you think?"

Looking down at Malfoy, who was lying on the ground somewhat dazed from the fall, and seeing his slick, oily appearance, Harry Potter felt a strong sense of disgust.

This wicked guy has been provoking me from the very beginning.

He was mindful that they were at school, so he didn't really pay attention to the guy, only issuing a warning.

If this were in the Muggle world, he would have had at least a few teeth knocked out by now, instead of being so arrogant.

As he spoke, Harry Potter stepped directly onto Malfoy's hand, which had been holding the Memory Orb.

"Was it this hand that wouldn't let you take it over just now?"

"Let me think, even if a wizard only has one hand, it doesn't seem to affect their ability to wield a wand, right?"

The hard sole, combined with Harry Potter's continued exertion, sent waves of sharp pain through Malfoy's fingers.

It is said that the ten fingers are connected to the heart, and Malfoy, who has always been pampered, has never suffered like this before.

He clutched his hands and screamed in agony, his fair face turning bright red.

"Crawb, Goyle, what are you waiting for? Beat him up!"

Among the Slytherin students, whose cheers had abruptly ceased because of Harry Potter's actions, two tall-looking individuals exchanged a glance.

They could see a hint of fear in each other's eyes.

Based on Harry Potter's usual behavior, they were still somewhat intimidated.

But now is clearly not the time to watch the show. As Malfoy's sidekick, it would be wrong to sit idly by.

Malfoy will deal with them later.

"What are you trying to do?! Madam Hotch is coming soon!"

Hermione from Gryffindor was the first to jump out, speaking with a strong sense of justice.

Ron followed closely behind, swallowing hard as he looked at Crabbe and Gore's imposing physiques, but he didn't back down at all.

It's nothing more than fighting. Although he might get punched a few times, as a friend, Ron felt that was all he deserved.

"Go away!"

Crabbe took the lead and spoke first, followed by the Slytherin group behind him, and the atmosphere between the two sides was not very good.

While Malfoy may not be a leader, he is still a member of Slytherin, and in this situation, it's impossible to stand by and watch him be bullied by Gryffindors.

Just when the conflict was about to escalate.

A gust of wind came.

Ron looked over at the sound and saw Harry Potter gently hook his foot, and the flying broomstick beside his foot landed in his hand.