Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 56. Reciting the Five Ultra Oaths (Seeking monthly votes)

"First, you can't go to school on an empty stomach."

Second, when the weather is nice, you should hang your clothes out to dry.

"Third, be careful of oncoming vehicles when crossing the road."

Fourth, do not rely on the strength of others.

5. Do not play barefoot on the ground.

Five sentences and five slogans were shouted from Malfoy's mouth, and he repeated them over and over again as he ran.

These five sentences may seem naive at first glance, but they actually hide a deeper meaning.

Don't go to school hungry. This means that you should be fully prepared before doing anything. If you are not well prepared, you may fail and all your previous efforts may be in vain.

Airing out blankets in the sun when the weather is nice symbolizes seizing a special skill to develop and make the most of it, and not missing out on opportunities.

When crossing the road, pay attention to oncoming vehicles. This means that when doing things, you should pay attention to every detail, not let any opportunity slip by, and be careful and cautious. Details matter in determining success or failure.

Don't rely on others' strength. This means doing things yourself and relying on your own strength no matter what. The sense of satisfaction you get after completing something with your own strength is something you can't experience when someone else helps you.

Don't play barefoot on the ground. It signifies that you should have a backup plan when doing things, pay attention to protecting yourself, be prepared for anything, and always be wary of others. Safety is paramount.

These five sentences also have another name—the Five Oaths of Ultra.

In reality, Malfoy's shouts were merely a conditioned reflex; his mind had already begun to become foggy and he struggled to concentrate by the second lap. Large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, his cheeks were flushed, his throat felt like it was on fire, his body felt as if it were burning in a furnace, and his legs felt like they were filled with lead.

After running the second lap, Malfoy felt that every step he took, even every breath he took, was extremely difficult. His body seemed to have reached its limit and was about to explode.

However, whenever he felt his body was reaching its limit, a soup spoon would fall from the sky and hit him on the head with perfect accuracy. Pain was Malfoy's first reaction, but this pain was accompanied by a slight electric-like comfort and sunshine-like warmth, which miraculously made him persevere.

On one occasion, when he glanced back unintentionally, Malfoy seemed to see a glimmer of light in Dudley's hands.

magic?

Malfoy didn't know what it was; all he had in mind was to complete the training.

When Malfoy finished his third lap, Dudley stopped him as he was about to continue running.

"Today's quota has been met, although it's a little later than I expected."

It took a full three hours, from seven to ten o'clock, to complete.

This was under Dali's supervision; without him, it would probably have more than tripled.

Malfoy's consciousness was also pulled back to reality, and he gradually regained his senses.

"Done? Me?"

Her eyes widened, and an expression of disbelief graced her slightly flushed, pale face.

"Congratulations on sticking with it, that's great, you're more persistent than I imagined."

Dudley praised him lavishly.

After hearing Dudley's words, Malfoy was certain that he had truly accomplished it. At that moment, he felt a warm sensation throughout his body, and a sense of spiritual elevation.

"I did it! By myself!"

As the only son of the Malfoy family, he was pampered at home. His parents, elders, and parents' friends all cared for him, and his peers all centered around him.

"You were born noble, you were born pure-blooded, you were born superior to other wizards." This was what his father, Lucius, taught him from a young age.

Growing up in such circumstances, Malfoy naturally developed an extremely bad personality, completely spoiled like a child.

And Malfoy never set any goals for himself, nor did he ever try to achieve them. Most of the time, he only needed to ask, and his family would provide for him.

Therefore, Malfoy never experienced this feeling, the feeling of breaking through and conquering himself.

Only those who enjoy training and surpassing themselves truly understand.

Although it was tiring, it was not bad.

That's the allure of building muscle.

"This potion can relieve your muscle fatigue. Drink it."

Dudley took a bottle of medicine out of his pocket and handed it to Malfoy.

Feeling great, Malfoy had developed a conditioned reflex of obedience to Dudley by this point, and without thinking, he took the potion and drank it down.

After drinking the potion, the soreness in my limbs was relieved, and I felt a warm, comforting sensation inside my body that I couldn't quite describe.

"Great!"

Malfoy almost cried out in pleasure, suddenly realizing that training with Dudley wasn't so bad after all.

Malfoy's attraction to Dudley is not simply a matter of admiration for strength; it is also partly due to the Stockholm effect.

"Go back and rest. Tomorrow, we'll move the time up a bit, to six o'clock. Remember not to be late. Oh, and there might be one more person tomorrow, but... he doesn't exercise."

The person Dudley was referring to was Harry. Harry had Hedwig deliver a letter to Dudley last night, saying that he had something to do last night and would be sleeping late, so he wouldn't be coming to see Dudley's workout this morning.

Except for a few rare occasions, this guy is almost always there on time every day.

Dudley had invited him to train with him, but he declined. However, he enjoyed watching Dudley train.

Is watching others work out more interesting than working out yourself?

Dudley didn't understand.

He waved his hand, indicating that Malfoy could leave.

Malfoy said he would definitely arrive on time tomorrow. He felt full of energy and then limped toward the Slytherin common room.

Dudley glanced meaningfully at Malfoy's retreating figure.

Malfoy may seem like the troublemaker in Slytherin, always causing trouble and provoking him, but in reality, he's the easiest guy in Slytherin to handle.

This is why Dali chose him.

After finishing his morning exercise, Dali didn't rest. He took a shower, grabbed a laptop, and went out again.

Under the astonished gazes of the librarian Mrs. Pince and the group of young wizards, Dudley walked to a corner and sat down next to a girl with tousled hair.

After all, given Dudley's size, he doesn't look like someone who likes to study at all.

"Why are you so late today?" Hermione asked, seemingly casually.

Dudley picked up a book on spell analysis and started flipping through it: "I spent a little more time training with a kid."

"A girl?"

"boy."

I'm going tomorrow too.

Why the sudden change of heart?

Dudley glanced at Hermione with slight surprise. He had previously suggested that Hermione train with him, but she refused, just like Harry. However, Hermione's reason was that she didn't want to develop muscles as exaggerated as Dudley's.

Dudley even gave Hermione a special science lesson.

Generally speaking, girls are less efficient at building muscle than boys. This is due to physiological differences, specifically the different levels of testosterone secretion. Without specifically focusing on muscle training, Hermione wouldn't be able to develop the exaggerated muscles that Dudley has.

To be fair, Dali quite likes sporty girls, with their curvy figures and toned bodies.

"What are you looking at? You can't?" Hermione bared her teeth at Dudley in a threatening manner.

However, her prominent rabbit teeth, no matter how you look at them, do not convey any sense of threat; on the contrary, they are quite cute.

"Ahem, quiet down!"

Mrs. Pince, the librarian, spoke up. She had been keeping an eye on Dudley, after all, he was such a big guy.

How did you guess correctly? I'm shocked! You actually read my outline?

(End of this chapter)