Hogwarts: Me? Fight Voldemort?

Chapter 213 Professor Hagrid's Immense Authority

"399! 400!" Hagrid put the barbell back on the rack, propped himself up with his red-faced body, and shouted, "Alright, class is about to start, that's all for today!"

The large group of students who had gathered around dispersed in disappointment, leaving only about thirty students who had come to take the magical creature protection class.

Harry and Ron looked up at Hagrid, who had suddenly swelled to almost twice his size after only a week apart, their mouths agape in shock.

"Wait here for a moment, I'm going to change my clothes!" Hagrid stood up with a smile and went to the back of the cabin to wash up.

Faced with Hagrid's current state, none of the students dared to complain. Why had Hagrid gone from a fat man to a muscular giant in just one week?

They simply cannot imagine what has happened during this time!

Harry, in particular, felt that the current Hagrid was a completely different person from the lovable Hagrid he remembered. If it weren't for that familiar Ding Zhen's voice, he wouldn't have recognized him at all.

“I remember Hagrid wasn’t like this last week.” Harry looked to Ron for help. He needed someone to tell him that his memory was correct, otherwise he would think that his memory had been tampered with.

However, Ron was just as dull-witted.

Jimmy and Hermione walked over to the group. Hearing Harry's question, Jimmy cleared his throat and said, "You mean Hagrid's transformation? Yes, I did it!"

Hermione, standing beside Hagrid, was equally shocked by his transformation. "You did this?"

"I've developed a potion called 'Bronze.' After drinking it and undergoing training, it can make the body resistant to dark magic. Hagrid was my first user!"

Jimmy showed off to his friends, holding up a bottle of a weakened version of Qunbolong and telling the students who had gathered around, "Qunbolong is made from dragon ingredients. Taking it can strengthen your body, help you fight dragons, and even resist dark magic. The only side effects are muscle development and an increased appetite!"

"Wow!"

The boys clapped enthusiastically and pushed the girls aside; the girls remained unmoved and moved away from Jimmy.

Few women are interested in a muscular physique; it's a natural selection process that women have evolved from since ancient times.

Seamus, always bothered by his relatively thin physique, immediately pushed through the crowd to Jimmy upon learning of such a powerful potion. He opened his pocket, displaying all the Galleons in his purse, and shouted, "Take my money!!!"

"Will I grow to be as big as Hagrid if I drink this?" Ron was also tempted. Even though wizards never excessively pursued strong bodies, Western culture and art were still rooted in the Roman era, and there was always a pursuit of the perfect physique.

Who would refuse a sculpted, perfectly formed physique?

The only problem is that they don't want to become as big as Hagrid, that would be very inconvenient.

Jimmy laughed and said, "You're overthinking it. Hagrid's growth is due to his special physical condition. If you use it, you'll only grow a few centimeters taller at most."

"Take my money away!" Simon shouted even more enthusiastically when he heard that he would only grow a few centimeters taller.

"Currently, production is limited and it is still in the experimental stage. I can only guarantee that it has no side effects other than muscle development."

Jimmy pushed the wallet that was shoved in front of his face back to Seamus, and handed the weakened version of the Bronco Dragon he was holding to Ron. "Ron, this potion is for you. You only need to drink a small sip every day. It will improve your image and is part of the project."

Ron, who was about to refuse, accepted the offer from Qunbolong with peace of mind when he heard it was about work.

He didn't want to owe Jimmy too much, but if it was part of the job, then it was fine.

"No!!!" Seamus grabbed Jimmy's arm, pleading tearfully, "Jimmy, when do we start selling them? I can pay more! I need this so badly!"

Jimmy felt a chill run down his spine and pried Simo's hands off. "It will be sold, it will be sold soon."

Even after receiving confirmation, Simo was still unwilling to give up, but he still let go of Jimmy's hand.

At this moment, Hagrid also came out of the cabin.

Wearing a new vest, Hagrid's waistline, as thick as a millstone, was taut, and his arm and chest muscles remained engorged with blood. As soon as he stepped forward, he clapped his hands and called out, "Everyone, follow me! Same old place!"

The crowd followed behind the massive Hagrid, feeling like fledglings protected by an eagle, completely at ease.

Arriving at the clearing in the woods where the previous lesson was held, Hagrid went into the forest to find the teaching materials, leaving a group of students standing and chatting in the woods.

Hermione pulled Jimmy behind a large rock and asked, "Is Qunbolong a new product from Blaine's potions?"

"It's a new product. Once I finish publishing my paper, I can start preparing for its sale." Jimmy has a completely new business plan for Qunbolong: fitness and anti-magic training, which are still a blank area in wizarding society.

The blank space means a vast market. Qunbolong cannot be sold simply as a magic potion, but as a supplement.

He also plans to open a gym, using alchemy to create fitness equipment and training gear, which he will then sell to ordinary wizards and Aurors.

Isn't Percy supposed to work for the Ministry of Magic next year?

This matter can be entrusted to him. We will start by warming up the atmosphere this year and promoting it within the Roundtable.

Now Hermione has also developed a sense of ownership. She is considering the commercial value of the Boron Potion and suggests, "We can sell these potions to the Ministry of Magic. The Aurors should need them. We can also open a gym."

The Muggle world is currently in the golden age of bodybuilding, and Hermione also knows some fitness knowledge.

“Yes, that’s right! We can also contract out the Aurors’ training and sell them their plans and training programs.” This led Jimmy to think of a new business: training camps.

The Ministry of Magic is an official body, but what official body in the Western world can't sell?

It's nothing more than selling a batch of training materials. The Ministry of Magic and Jimmy aren't enemies. If Voldemort were to be resurrected one day, a powerful Ministry of Magic might be able to stand up and fight against him.

Using a weakened version of the Brutus and targeted training to amassed a huge amount of money in the Ministry of Magic is a win-win situation, and at least someone can be there to tank Voldemort's resurrection.

The Auror's experience in law enforcement can also improve Jimmy's combat manual.

While the two were chatting about the development of Cyber ​​Corporation, Hagrid finally returned with new teaching aids.

Jimmy and Hermione heard the exclamation and stepped out from behind the large rock. When they saw the monster next to Hagrid, their eyes widened in surprise.

Hagrid brought a griffin!

That's a magical creature with a Ministry of Magic hazard rating of XXXX, also known as a griffin, which has the body of a lion, the head and wings of an eagle.

Hagrid, leading the griffin that was constantly howling and had a fierce look in its eyes, introduced it with a smile: "Say hello to Griffins! I found him in the Forbidden Forest while I was on patrol. He lived on the cliff, and I became friends with him. You'll definitely like this cute little guy too."

"Screech!" The griffin twisted its neck and let out a fierce roar.

A group of dumbfounded students involuntarily took several steps back. The griffin was three times larger than the harpy-headed horse, with a head three meters tall. The students had no doubt that it could swallow them whole.

Chapter 214 Whipping Ron

"Hagrid is insane! He brought an XXXX-level griffin to school and expects us to ride it? It could eat me alive!"

On the way back to the Great Hall Castle, Ron kept complaining to the boys about Hagrid's teaching aids. They thought they could ride hippogriffs to fly around the Black Lake.

They really liked that, but flying on a griffin? Forget it!

Hermione was walking a short distance away when she heard Ron's rambling, but she didn't refute him.

After all, Mr. Scamander's book clearly states that the Griffin is a ferocious beast that feeds on raw meat, and even if it is tamed, its duty is to protect the wizard's property, a dangerous job.

“That’s the kind of person Hagrid is. As long as he doesn’t bring a flock of griffins, he should be able to protect the students.” Jimmy said seriously, pretending that he wasn’t the one who had initially encouraged Hagrid.

Just in case, Jimmy decided to skip the topic and quickly urged, "Let's go back for dinner!"

Nothing particularly noteworthy happened between dinner and evening. After the routine classes concluded, Jimmy once again borrowed Harry's invisibility cloak to go out for a nighttime stroll.

Having confirmed that Dumbledore hadn't followed, Jimmy took out his wand and looked toward the door of the Room of Requirement.

If he sees a mouse pass by his feet, he will stop it immediately.

The do-or-die exercise machine inside was still running. Its bizarre performance a week ago had terrified Peter Pettigrew, and he had no doubt that the machine inside him would explode the moment he turned into a rat.

Having lost his magic wand, he dared not gamble and could only mechanically repeat the same training over and over again.

He had to push the machine with all his might every day, otherwise he would not get to eat. In this torture chamber where he was the only one, he could only feel a little comfort when he shook the machine and the food was delivered to his mouth.

After entering the Room of Requirement, Jimmy did not appear immediately, but instead approached the machine to take a look at Peter Pettigrew's condition.

The intense training and balanced nutrition made Peter Pettigrew look great; he became much stronger, and the muscles in his arms bulged out with veins as he cranked the handle.

Peter Pettigrew is currently in a state somewhat like a green-skinned orc with a round belly. His feed bin is full of leftovers he found in the kitchen, which are then ground up, mixed with some eggs, dried, and shaped into pellets. It's normal for him to feel bloated after eating them.

It contains all sorts of random things. Peter Pettigrew still has the strength to crank the handle because he's been a mouse for so long that he's developed a resistance to junk food.

Peter Pettigrew's eyes were fixed on the discharge port that was about to reach his mouth when the machine suddenly stopped working. No matter how much he shook his body, the machine did not move an inch.

Swish!

An unusual voice made Peter Pettigrew realize something, and he immediately put on a happy expression. "Jimmy! Is that Jimmy back? Can you let me out? I have something important to tell the Ministry of Magic! It concerns the Dark Lord, it's very... very important!"

Jimmy folded up the cloak and put it in his pocket, ignoring Peter Pettigrew, who was full of lies, and proceeded with the experiment step by step.

Take Peter Pettigrew out of the machine, administer a potion to suppress magic and limb movement, then tie him to a cross and repeat the process almost identical to the last time.

Two tests were enough to finish the paper, but he still needed to conduct a third test, since he had given Peter Pettigrew a weakened version of the Gluttony.

After filling the food and water tank, Jimmy put Peter Pettigrew back into the machine and ignored his cries.

The next morning, Jimmy changed into his workout clothes, got up, and patted Ron, who was in the bed next to his, awake. "Get up, come with me to the Black Lake to work out! Remember the potion I gave you yesterday? Get up now!"

Ron, his eyes squinting into slits, got up in a daze, stumbled into the bathroom, and then, under Jimmy's coercion, went for a run to Black Lake.

Jimmy woke up an hour early today specifically to make Ron train harder.

This is all for Ron's own good. Jimmy has never cared so much about a man before. He not only gave him a job and found him a wife, but also helped him enter into a disciplined spiritual practice!

His parents probably didn't care as much as he did!

"I'll take responsibility for training you to become a true brand ambassador!"

Jimmy brandished his small leather whip, lashing the air behind Ron incessantly, forcing him to speed up and catch up with Hagrid ahead.

Ron, who was running ahead, felt like his legs were about to break. His body became very heavy, and his skin was turning red under the influence of the group of Bolong. His leg muscles, which had already run a kilometer, were starting to feel an ominous pain and numbness.

I thought that preparing 10 different styles of clothing and looks was the limit for an image ambassador, but I didn't expect to be dragged out of my warm bed at five in the morning to run in a single layer of clothing by the cold Black Lake!

With a long face, Ron quickened his pace, turning back in horror to look at the whistling whip, and shouted, "Jimmy! Jimmy, I think... I might not be suited for this job!"

"Stop joking! Ron, run!"

Jimmy lashed Ron's buttocks with a whip. The specially made whip was an alchemical artifact; it hurt, but it wouldn't leave a scar.

"You signed a contract, can you afford the 2000 Galleons penalty for breach of contract?!"

"what?!"

Ron also remembered this incident. He had seen it when he and Lavender were studying the contract, but when Jimmy actually brought it up, he suddenly felt like he had been tricked.

The whip stung his buttocks, and Ron let out a remorseful cry, accelerating his sprint with the help of the Black Work Accelerator.

After running 2 kilometers with Hagrid, Ron was lying on the ground like a dead dog. A foot appeared in front of him, and he looked up.

Jimmy, with a kind smile, looked down at him, while Ron cried out in grief and indignation, "No, Jimmy, let me rest."

"Two minutes, you have two minutes left. Next is physical training."