Chapter 515： The meaning of the flesh

Chapter 515

Now he is truly the most powerful young wizard in the history of the magic world, and in the future, he will become the most powerful wizard in the history of the magic world.

Voldemort could never surpass him, whether he was at the same age or now. Voldemort will improve, he will only improve faster.

Voldemort is difficult to deal with, but that's all. When Voldemort dreamed of becoming everyone's parents, everyone's faith, he always saw the boundless starry sky.

After all, Voldemort is just a conspiracy careerist, his pattern is not big enough, or in other words, his brain is not big enough.

No matter how powerful Voldemort has, his gaze is only maintained on his own rule, he can only see his own one-third of acre of land forever.

Voldemort had neither tolerance for people nor broke through the limits of the world. After all, he was just a mortal, even if he changed the body of the basilisk, his mind was filled with mortal desires.

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On the next morning, the red sun rose from the east, and the morning air was still fresh and cold.

George woke up early from the bed. He was used to a regular schedule, whether it was a holiday or a weekend, he could not change the schedule.

He got up from the bed, took out his gym clothes from the closet, put on heavy and tight gym clothes, he walked out of the bedroom and knocked on Harry's door.

It seemed that Harry was well rested, perhaps because of the reminder last night, or perhaps because of the special incense, and he looked refreshed.

George pointed to the closet in Harry's room and said, "There are gym clothes I prepared, so you can change it. After washing, we need to go out and exercise before we come back for breakfast."

"Okay, don't dawdle, hurry up, I'll go downstairs first." After speaking, he ignored Harry and hurriedly walked downstairs.

He went downstairs to wash up and spent some time in the yard before Harry hobbled down in his gym clothes.

"George, these clothes are heavy." Harry said awkwardly, pulling at the strange workout clothes.

George smiled softly and said, "This is a special dress, you need to adapt to it. You have a good foundation, but your physique is too weak. This is for you or for you. This is not a good thing in terms of magic."

"But aren't we wizards? Do we need such a special exercise?" Harry felt that the tight workout clothes were a little awkward, making him feel a little difficult to breathe.

"A powerful wizard is not just standing still. You can solve everything with a wand. When facing Voldemort, you must at least avoid it if you can't beat it." George said disapprovingly.

"Okay, don't say anything, move first and follow me." He ran forward and waved Harry to follow.

Under the sun, two running teenagers, chasing the direction of the sun, strode toward the mountain.

This kind of running is definitely not a good training for Harry.

It didn't take long for the freshness at the beginning to disappear completely, and he even preferred to go to Snape's potions class.

The workout clothes on his body are like a set of armor, pressed tightly on his body.

During the run, he began to have difficulty breathing, and his feet seemed to be filled with lead. The cold air entered his lungs through his breath, causing his chest to swell.

He only felt that his vision was starting to blur, he could only look closely at George's back, struggling as though he had died.

"Focus on breathing, follow my rhythm," George's voice came from the front with a special tone.

Patter, patter, following George's strange pace, following his breathing rhythm.

Power slowly emerged from nowhere in the body. Slowly, slowly, running seemed to be easier.

The blood and magic seemed to flow through the body slowly along the blood vessels with the breathing and running.

In an exhausted body, there always seems to be power constantly permeating from the body.

Every run and every breath, there is a new force, gathering from unknown places, trickling, but continuous. Harry never knew that his body had so much potential, he never knew that he could run so much.

Patter, patter, they ran all the way, and kept running forward all the way.

They ran across the dewy grass, across the lush woods, across the emerald pond, across the undulating hills, and all the way to the foot of a rocky cliff.

Harry was so tired that he was about to lie down. He had no strength for a long time.

He has been relying on George's magical rhythm and guidance to run all the way down.

All the strength in the body has long been squeezed out, and the strength that would have come out of the body little by little, the moment he stopped, immediately disappeared without a trace. He even lost the strength to breathe.

He was lying limp on the ground, using his nose and mouth together, breathing like a bellows. Breathing too hard made his chest more uncomfortable and made him breathless.

"Come and drink it," George poured him a bottle of light red liquid. "This is a potion for physical strength. It can supplement your consumption. You will be fine after a while."

"Then there is another benefit of gym clothes,"

He touched Harry lightly, and the heavy, tight-fitting workout clothes began to contract with the rhythm, as if countless hands were massaging Harry's whole body.

The warm current from the physical potion went down the throat, smoothed the sting in Harry's chest, and flowed into Harry's stomach. It flows from Harry's stomach through the whole body, and penetrates every blood vessel and every inch of Harry's skin under the massage of the gym clothes.

The comfort after this extreme exercise made his whole body light and fluttering, as if lying in a cloud, he couldn't help but feel so comfortable that he was about to groan.

"Slowly you will get used to these," George said lightly.

After that, he ignored Harry, who was exhausted, and he continued to move his body beside him.

George added a "gravity spell" to himself to make his body heavier, and he began formal exercise. The exercise just now was just a warm-up for him.

He condensed a stone stick from the ground, and under the influence of the gravity spell, he waved the stone stick. Exercising every muscle of oneself, pressing out every potential of the body.

He also explained to Harry during the interval.

"The wizard masters magic, not spells. The spells can only allow you to use some special methods. Magic can change everything."