Harry Potter: Super Magic God

Chapter 515 The Meaning of the Body

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

Voldemort could never surpass him, either at his age or now. Voldemort will improve, he will only improve faster.

Voldemort is difficult to deal with, but that's all. When Voldemort fantasized about being the parent of everyone and the belief of everyone, what he saw was always the boundless starry sky.

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

No matter how powerful Voldemort is, his eyes are only on his own rule, and he can only see one-third of his own land.

Voldemort has neither tolerance nor the limits of the world. He is only a mortal after all, even if the body of the basilisk is replaced, his mind is also full of mortal desires.

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

George woke up early from the bed. He was already accustomed to a regular schedule, a schedule that could not be changed whether it was a holiday or a weekend.

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

Harry seemed to be resting well, maybe because of last night's reminder, maybe because of the special incense, and he looked in good spirits too.

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

"Okay, don't linger, hurry up, I'll go downstairs first." After saying that, he ignored Harry and walked downstairs in a hurry.

He went downstairs to wash up, and after a while in the yard, Harry staggered down in his gym clothes.

"George, these clothes are heavy." Harry said awkwardly, pulling on the strange gym clothes.

George smiled lightly and said, "It's special clothes, you need to get used to it. You have a good foundation, but your physique is too weak. It doesn't matter for you,

Nor is it a good thing for the magic you have mastered. "

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

"A powerful wizard doesn't just stay still and wave his wand to solve everything. When facing Voldemort, you can't beat him, at least you can dodge it." George said disapprovingly.

"Okay, stop talking, get moving, and follow me." He ran forward, waving again for Harry to follow.

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

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

It didn't take long for the initial novelty to wear off completely, and he even preferred to take Snape's Potions class.

The gym clothes on his body are like a suit of armor, pressing tightly on his body.

During the run, he began to have difficulty breathing, and his feet felt as if they were filled with lead. The cold air entered his lungs through his breath, causing his chest cavity to swell for a while.

He only felt that his vision was beginning to blur, and he could only stare at George's back tightly, striding as if he was desperate.

"Concentrate on your breathing and follow my rhythm," George's voice came from the front with a special tune.

Pat, pat, with George's bizarre pace, with the rhythm of his breathing.

The power slowly emerged from somewhere in the body. Slowly, slowly, running didn't seem to be that difficult anymore.

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

In the exhausted body, it seems that there is always power constantly infiltrating from the body.

With every run and every breath, there is a new energy that gathers from unknown places, trickling, but continuous. Harry never knew that his body had hidden so much potential, he never knew that he could run like that.

Pat, pat, they ran all the way, and kept running forward all the way.

They ran across dewy meadows, over lush woods, over emerald ponds, over rolling 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 kept running all the way down with George's magical rhythm and guidance.

All the strength in the body had been drained long ago, and the strength that would have come out of the body bit by bit disappeared immediately without a trace the moment he stopped. He was about to lose the strength to breathe.

He lay limp on the ground, using his nose and mouth together, breathing like a bellows. Because of the too hard breathing, the chest cavity was pulled even more uncomfortable, making him breathless.

"Come and drink it," George poured a bottle of pale red liquid into him. "This is a stamina potion that can replenish your consumption. You'll be fine after a short rest."

"And then another benefit of gym clothes,"

He dipped a little on Harry, and the heavy, tight gym suit began to contract with the rhythm, like countless hands massaging Harry's body.

The warm current from the physical potion went down his throat, soothing the stinging pain in Harry's chest and flowing into Harry's stomach. It flowed through Harry's stomach again, and under the massage of the gym clothes, penetrated into every blood vessel and every inch of Harry's skin.

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

"You'll get used to it," George said lightly.

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

George put a "gravity spell" on himself to make his body heavier, and started a 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 swung the stone stick. Exercise every muscle of yours and press out every potential of your body.

Between the activities, he also explained to Harry.

"Wizards master magic, not spells, and spells only allow you to use some special means. Magic can change everything."