Recording the Champions' Daily Lives

Draco's confidence had soared so high that he spent the entire day with his nose in the air, looking down on everyone.

When evening training began, Vincent had barely raised his hand before Draco flopped onto the arena platform and played dead.

"Ahh~ I'm dying~"

That smug, punchable expression of his was enough to send anyone's blood pressure soaring.

If the students had not been watching, Vincent would have rushed over and beaten him senseless.

"Wayne, I'm going back to get some proper rest." Draco rose slowly and lightly patted nonexistent wrinkles from his clothes.

"Goodbye. You can play with Potter yourself."

He walked to the edge of the platform, lifted the rope barrier, and flipped down with extreme elegance.

As he watched Draco swagger out of the activity room, Vincent's tightly furrowed brow gradually relaxed.

There was no need to guess. Snape had definitely told him about the dragon.

Given the Malfoy Family's nature, they would surely try every possible way to cheat.

Vincent had thought that this little blond ferret had finally grown a bit of backbone and become slightly more pleasing to the eye. Reality proved that he had been thinking too much.

Another painful, grueling night had passed. Having just woken up, Harry had already grown used to the exhaustion in his body.

He got up and went to the wardrobe, taking out an oversized shirt.

After changing into his school uniform, he discovered that both his shirt and trousers fit more snugly.

The process of impact-resistance training was painful and torturous, but its effects were remarkably obvious.

Out of habit, Harry went to the mirror and carefully examined himself.

The muscles on his body were much firmer than yesterday, and he had grown a little taller as well.

He stared at his reflection,