Opened a martial arts school, and his eldest disciple Batman

Chapter 9 The Wronged Child
Du Mu naturally couldn't let Harry Potter disturb the other children in the backyard in the middle of the night, so he let him sleep in his room last night.

At this time, Du Mu had just finished his morning practice of Si Xiang Quan, a habit he had developed over the past six years.

After hearing Harry Potter's scream, he came from the lecture hall to the bedroom, looked at the pale Harry Potter strangely, and asked: "What's wrong? What did you see that scared you so much?"

Harry Potter looked at Du Mu with fear. The image of the man in his mind suddenly became ferocious.

Even the aroma of food that I smelled seemed so eerie and scary at this moment.

Could the other party be the witch in the fairy tale who locked the children in the candy house and fed them a little bit every day?
But aren't witches women?

Harry said tremblingly: "I... my meat is not tasty. I am really sorry to bother you today. I will go home immediately..."

Du Mu was speechless. He really didn't expect Harry Potter to have such a rich imagination.

He shook his head and explained, "Those children were maliciously mutilated by others and then left to beg on the street. I saved them, but there is no other place to put so many people, so I can only let them study in the backyard for the time being."

As he spoke, Du Mu walked towards Harry, who closed his eyes tightly, held his head and crouched down to defend himself.

But Du Mu just pushed open the door behind Harry.

Suddenly, the aroma of food and the voices of children talking to each other became clear.

Everything was so orderly, without any concealment at all.

Harry looked up secretly and saw that the children were also looking at him curiously.

Although they are physically disabled, they are trying their best to take care of their companions in their own way and rely on each other.

Such pictures not only make their imperfections no longer scary, but also reveal a thrilling tenacity and vitality.

Du Mu turned around, looked at Harry, stretched out his hand and smiled, "Are you hungry? Come and have breakfast together."

Harry hesitated, then held out his hand.

Under the leadership of Du Mu, he also sat at the dinner table.

The children around me were all the same age and had black hair. At a glance, I really blended in with them.

But Harry had a unique appearance after all. He looked like a Westerner and wore round glasses on his face, which attracted many children to look at him and whisper.

Harry was a little unused to the attention, so he lowered his head and pinched his fingers.

At this time, a large bowl was placed in front of him, containing steaming soup and irregularly shaped white food.

Harry had never seen this kind of food before, but he raised his head and followed the example of the people around him, picked up the spoon and put one of the white foods into his mouth.

"It's so hot!" Harry hissed, but as the food in his mouth cooled down, he was able to eat the tender meat and corn inside the white batter in one bite.

The corn is sweet and crispy, the pork is fresh and fragrant, and mixed with the salty taste of the hot soup, it feels like swallowing a small heater. Hot steam comes out of your stomach, dispelling the slight chill in the early morning.

good to eat!

Delicious!
Harry's eyes lit up and he immediately scooped up the next piece. He wanted to put it in his mouth but didn't dare, so he could only blow on it.

Taking the children's physical conditions into consideration, Du Mu prepared most meals in a way that could be eaten with a spoon, and never cooked noodles or other foods that required chopsticks.

Today's breakfast is corn and pork dumplings that you can eat with a spoon.

Not only was the pig slaughtered yesterday, but the soup for cooking the dumplings also contained dried shrimp, kelp, and MSG, giving it a sweet and delicious flavor that did not belong to this era.

That’s right, MSG, this is Du Mu’s most profitable business in recent years.

At least 70% of the money from the artillery that destroyed the Beggar Gang branch was earned from MSG.

Although Harry is also in a modern country, he is in the UK.

That's Britain.

It took decades to control India, plunder countless spices, and finally create a magical country where people can look up at the stars.

Not to mention that Harry had been abused by his aunt's family since he was a child, and had never eaten anything good, so he was conquered by a mouthful of dumplings. The other children also ate with great enthusiasm, and even though the dumplings were a little hot, they kept rolling them back and forth in their mouths to cool them down, and refused to spit them out.

After finishing the meal, the adults began to wash the dishes and pots, and at the same time, they sent away the children who wanted to help. The children returned to the long house in twos and threes and began to prepare for class.

Only Harry was sitting at the table, looking somewhat at a loss.

After all, there was a language barrier and Harry couldn't understand what others were saying.

Seeing this, Du Mu led Harry to the classroom in the left half of the long house and arranged today's learning tasks for the children.

Due to the appearance of Harry, Du Mu did not have much energy to check homework after class, so he simply assigned a few classic math problems, such as chickens and rabbits in the same cage, and asked the children to work together to solve it.

In fact, Du Mu did not expect these disabled children to become successful. What he taught was very basic, and he taught very slowly, only a little bit every day, allowing them to digest it slowly.

Du Mu's real purpose was just to give them something to do so that they wouldn't have the desperate thought that they were useless and would be abandoned.

Of course, if these children really study hard, they can be of great use.

If Du Mu wanted to open a school in the future, those children who studied hard would probably become the first batch of teacher seeds.

However, Du Mu's current personal strength and influence have not yet reached the point where he needs to care about the educational level of the people, so he can only be regarded as a leisurely move.

After settling the disabled children, Du Mu led the somewhat frightened Harry to the martial arts field in the front yard.

Harry was visibly relieved to be away from those disabled children.

Children are children. Even though he knew that those children were not dangerous, their mutilated limbs still made him feel a little scared.

Seeing Harry like this, Du Mu gave up the idea of ​​keeping him here.

After all, there is a language barrier and he is too young to accept and integrate into the group of other children. If he is forced to stay, he will not be very happy.

However, since he was able to travel back to his own martial arts gym, the two of them were destined to meet, so Du Mu was still willing to help Harry solve the difficulties he encountered in life.

By the way, let's experiment to see if the so-called "gift" can work if I don't accept any disciples and just teach them.

"Harry, you told me last night that your uncle locked you in the closet. Does he do that often?"

When Harry heard this, he thought of his aunt's family's daily behavior, and suddenly all kinds of grievances surged in his heart.

It was the first time that someone was willing to care about my situation.

But Harry still took a deep breath to prevent himself from crying and being laughed at, and nodded: "Yeah... they do do that often."

Once it started, the complaints couldn't be stopped.

"Sometimes I just... just accidentally walked too slowly and blocked Daly's way, or I didn't help Daly bully others outside, and then I would get beaten by Daly. His beatings hurt a lot, and he was the junior heavyweight champion of the school. He also often hit me in the nose."

"Every time Dali beat me, if I didn't get hurt, it would be fine. But if I got hurt, my uncle and his family would feel sorry for Dali and ask me if I had hurt their son, and then lock me in the closet..."

"My aunt often asked me to do housework, but I couldn't reach the stove, so I could only move a chair and stand on it to wash the dishes. After washing the dishes, my uncle would pull my hair and scold me, saying that I had dirty the chair..."

Having lived in an environment of double standards and blocking for many years, Harry felt more and more aggrieved the more he thought about it.

If life had not been like this since childhood, a normal child would have collapsed long ago due to this depressing environment.

Looking at the child biting his lips and stubbornly trying not to cry, Du Mu sighed, squatted down and looked at Harry, and asked, "Then... do you want to become stronger?"

Harry was slightly stunned: "Becoming stronger than Daly? But if I hit him, my uncle will definitely kill me..."

Du Mu smiled.

"Do not."

"It's to become stronger than your uncle."

(End of this chapter)