Halloween Always Had to Bring Trouble

An over-the-shoulder throw was a combination of technique and strength.

It required a quick entry, fluid movements, and seamless execution.

Using the principle of leverage, even Crabbe and Goyle could be thrown to the ground.

And behind Hermione's success, besides the sweat of her hard work, was Vincent's support.

By the time the students had finished lunch and entered the common room, the two of them had already warmed up and begun sparring in the ring.

"Merlin's sports bra!" Lavender and Parvati finally had their doubts answered.

Hermione had grown especially fast lately.

So what if she ate more than the two of them combined? With such intense training, it was no wonder she had such a great figure.

If they knew it was not only during the day, but at night as well, they definitely would not be envious.

One person in the ring defended while the other attacked with all kinds of fighting techniques.

After more than half an hour, Hermione was drenched in sweat and had little strength left.

She slumped against a corner post, took the water bottle Vincent handed her, and drained more than half of it in one go.

"Let's call it here for today. If Malfoy and the others dare to run their mouths again, you'll definitely beat them senseless."

Not counting those two pig-like lackeys, of course.

Still, they fancied themselves noble Pure-blood Wizards, so they probably would not gang up on a girl.

Hermione stood up and caught her breath. "Then we'll continue tonight."

She had basically finished studying the third-year curriculum on her own. She had to find something to pass the time, or else the Time-Turner would be wasted.

Vincent nodded with a wry smile.

There was no overwhelming gap between their magical abilities. Hermione's physical reaction speed was