Pandaren Professor at Hogwarts

The students watched the tragedy in the stands, while the professors were stopped by Lan Feng.

On the field, two teenage students were covered in blood and their limbs were a little twisted. If you didn't look carefully, you would think they were dead.

But they did not die. Both of them fell into coma, Harry because of excessive blood loss, and Wayne because his brain was hit many times.

But things like vitality are unfair. Wayne was hanging on for a breath, but Harry was actually recovering. The Holy Light energy in his body slowly continued over time, slowly acting on his shattered internal organs. Slowly working on his legs at weird angles.

"Cough cough!"

Harry woke up first, being pushed by Wayne's knee. He coughed twice. The contraction of his lungs caused him great pain, and he coughed up a lot of blood foam.

He realized his situation, opened his eyes with difficulty, and saw Wayne underneath him. His face was covered in blood, and he was unconscious with his head tilted.

Harry struggled and tilted his body to one side.

"Snapped!"

He rolled to the side and lay on his back. He had been pushed against his stomach and had difficulty breathing. Now that he was free, he gasped for breath, regardless of the severe pain in his abdomen.

"Is the game over? Did you lose?"

Harry thought to himself, after all, he had just lost consciousness and lost the ability to fight. He felt a little regretful, but he was convinced of the defeat.

Harry looked at the blue sky and began to reflect.

I have indeed been a little lost these days. I feel that I have mastered stronger power, and I am a little arrogant. When this competition began, I didn't even take Wayne seriously, but the iron-clad facts gave him a blow in the head. Wayne used his Muggle energy to blast himself out of his arrogance.

What he will face in the future is Voldemort, the man destined to be recorded in the history of magic in a dishonorable way, the man who can compete with Dumbledore...may not be a human now.

In front of Voldemort, my little power was like a worm shaking a tree. It was not worth mentioning. I had no right to be arrogant.

Harry struggled to pretend, and looked at the unconscious Wayne, and even felt a little moved in his heart.

So, Harry mobilized the little holy light he had just recovered in his body, stopped treating himself, saved a little bit, and finally used all his strength to release a "holy healing spell" to cover Wayne's body.

The golden light flashed, and the dislocation of Wayne's right shoulder was repaired. The swelling gradually healed, and the teeth that were about to fall out of his mouth also sprouted new ones, as if they had been given a new life.

After about half a minute, under the influence of holy healing, Wayne slowly opened his eyes. It was very difficult because his face was covered with clotted blood, but his desire for light prevented Wayne from giving up. The moment he opened his eyes, light shone into his eyes, and he felt that the world was a little strange.

Wayne felt that his body seemed to have returned to normal. He got up in confusion, touched his face, and rubbed his right shoulder. He found that nothing was serious, and he was very impressed with the professors' treatment level. He was amazed, but the next moment, he found that he was not at the treatment point. Instead, he saw large trees, bumpy ground, a trench not far away, bullet casings all over the ground, and lying next to him. , looking at Harry kindly.

And Harry's right hand is releasing light!

At this moment, Wayne knew what had happened. He cast a grateful look at Harry and reached out to help Harry up.

But someone was one step ahead of him—Professor Lanfeng!

When Wayne stood up again, Lanfeng stepped into the forest. Because the game was over, a situation appeared on the field where one student fell while the other student was still standing.

Lanfeng did not immediately care about Harry lying on the ground, but said to Wayne: "You win, kid. It seems that you no longer need me because of your injury. Leave this place to me. You can go and prepare." It’s a battle.”

Wayne was a little shocked, because in his mind, the winner of this contest should be Harry. After all, it was Harry who treated him. Without Harry, he would probably still be in a coma.

But Professor Lanfeng's words were so firm that he could not refute them.

However, Wayne did not go back to his college, but stayed where he was, watching Professor Lanfeng pick Harry up and then disappear from his sight in a few steps.

Then, he looked blankly at the students in the stands applauding him and Harry, with mixed feelings in his heart.

"Master Lanfeng."

Harry lay in Lanfeng's arms and gave a weak greeting.

"Ah."

Lanfeng agreed without much emotion.

This made Harry a little uneasy, and the expression on his face became a little stiff.

Lan Feng naturally discovered it, and he asked calmly: "Do you think I will praise your behavior of being noble and honest, caring for your classmates, taking competition second, and friendship first?"

Hearing this, Harry's face suddenly turned red. This was indeed what he was thinking. At the last moment, he used his remaining strength to treat Wayne and give victory to Wayne. He He was also touched by his behavior. Harry thought that his behavior would be praised by Master Lanfeng, because it was in line with the virtues of a knight, but he did not expect that Master Lanfeng would have such an attitude.

"Ha!" Lan Feng sneered, "Don't you think your behavior is selfish?"

Selfish?Why be selfish?Doing this yourself is obviously a selfless act!Harry's face turned gloomy.

Seeing that Harry still hadn't figured it out, Lanfeng continued: "On the battlefield, whether you do it out of sympathy or a moment of hot-headedness, trying to embarrass your opponent or simply hand over victory, this is yours. Choice, we have no right to interfere.”

Lanfeng stopped, stood on the top of a tree, and turned around so that Harry could see Wayne who was standing there in confusion: "But have you ever thought about the consequences of making such a choice? No. Let’s talk about how the students in the school will view Wayne. Let’s talk about the next game. How will Wayne, who has used up all his ammunition, cope with the challenge? Without his biggest support, he will probably be beaten again. Do you think Have you ever lived through this?”

"I!..."

Harry was speechless because he found that what Master Lanfeng said was right. He might have gained a good reputation by giving up the victory, but Wayne might be talked about behind his back; more importantly, The next contest will be hellish for Wayne. If his next opponent is Master Lanfeng's other disciples, I'm afraid...

"I..."

"You have no right to regret, Harry. Remember what happened this time and think more about it!"