Tris panicked at the system's latest reminder.
One hundred push-ups, one hundred sit-ups, one hundred squats, a five-kilometer run every day, a two-kilometer walk every day, one hour of in-depth reading, two hundred basic wand-handling movements, and one hundred sets of spell syllable drills.
Wasn't this almost as intense as the legendary bald powerhouse's routine?
Tris touched his fluffy, soft, suitably thick hair, yet somehow his scalp felt chilly.
Oh, mighty system, I think I'm already pretty strong. Please don't make me go bald just to get stronger!
Tris pleaded earnestly with the system in his heart.
The system treated him like a lunatic and ignored him completely.
"Tris, what's wrong? You look a bit down." Seeing Tris's dejected expression, Percy came over to ask with concern.
If he hadn't deliberately puffed out his chest to show off his Head Boy badge, he really would have looked like a good older brother concerned about his younger brother.
"All right, Percy. I'm fine." Dazzled by the badge practically shoved in his face, Tris waved a hand. He didn't explain-and couldn't explain-so he could only change the subject.
"You should worry about your own affairs instead."
"My affairs? What affairs?" Percy looked at Tris in confusion.
"This is your final year. I remember you were planning to join the Ministry of Magic, right?" Tris asked.
"That's right." Percy grinned. "I'd like to join the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, but I hear it's pretty hard to get in. Or perhaps the Department of International Affairs and Exchange would be nice? Dealing with foreign wizards sounds quite interesting too."
"The Department of Magical Law Enforcement and the Department of International Affairs and Exchange are very different," Tris said teasingly. "Magical Law Enforcement is busy all day, with the occasional quiet spell. International Affairs