Pandaren Professor at Hogwarts

"Let Professor McGonagall decide the punishment for these two students, Severus," Dumbledore said calmly. "They are students in her house and they should be her responsibility."

Then he turned to Professor McGonagall: "I think Professor Lanfeng can help you. Come on, Severus, come to my office."

Grab, grab, grab.Snape gave Harry and Ron a vicious look and was pulled out of the Great Hall.

There were only two students who had done something wrong and two professors, Lan Feng and Mag, left in the auditorium.

Professor McGonagall was still staring at the two students like an angry eagle, and said slightly sarcastically: "You are really qualified Gryffindors! Speaking of Gryffindors..."

Harry interrupted at this time and said: "Teacher, school hadn't started yet when we got in the car, so - so we shouldn't deduct points from Gryffindor, right?" He finished and looked at her eagerly.

Professor McGonagall gave him a stern look and seemed to smile a little.Anyway, her lips are no longer pursed so tightly.

"I won't deduct points from Gryffindor." She said, and Harry felt much more relaxed. "But you will be punished as you deserve. Originally, I wanted you to wipe the trophy for one semester, but since Dumbledore The professor asked Professor Lanfeng to stay and assist me, and I think Professor Lanfeng should have a better way of punishment."

Harry and Ron breathed a sigh of relief when they heard that Professor McGonagall would not deduct points from Gryffindor, but then they heard that Professor McGonagall would hand over the decision-making power of punishment to Professor Lanfeng, and the little heart mentioned again. Voice.

Letting Professor Lanfeng punish them is better than wiping the trophy for a semester, the two of them thought; because wiping the trophy for a semester means losing a lot of time for extracurricular activities, and will be supervised by Filch. To say that in Hog The person they hate most in Watts, Filch is definitely in the top five.

嘘戅variety show literature 戅.Moreover, in their impression, Professor Lanfeng had never punished his students particularly severely. At most, he would run around the Quidditch pitch a few times.

So they looked at Lan Feng with pitiful expressions, hoping that Professor Panda would show his respect.

Lanfeng shrugged and said to Professor McGonagall: "Professor McGonagall, ideological education is not my strong point." Then the topic changed, "But since these two little guys are not very good in front of the teachers and students in the school, , then I can help you train them a little bit, so that Gryffindor won't lose face next time we encounter this situation."

"There will never be another time!" Professor McGonagall said loudly to Lan Feng, but he was obviously referring to Sang Shuhuai. "However, it's better to train them well so that they have no energy to do dangerous things again!"

"You stay here and listen to Professor Lanfeng's arrangements, and then go back to the dormitory directly." After saying that, she strode out of the auditorium.

The three people left behind stared at each other.

Finally, it was Lanfeng who broke the deadlock: "Every Friday afternoon, brats, gather at the Quidditch pitch! Let's start training!"

Ron raised his hand: "Professor, what exactly are we going to train?" Harry also looked at Lanfeng curiously.

Lan Feng shook his head: "We can't say it now, it's a secret!"

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In the new school year, Hogwarts also has a new atmosphere. In addition to the big news made by Mr. "Savior" at the beginning of the school year, the Quidditch pitch also has an additional sight every morning.

"I asked you to push the stick forward to roll out the noodles." Lan Feng knocked Neville on the head, "You are still drunk but not faint! Do you understand? You have completely forgotten the footwork of the Drunken Master?!"

"Hahaha! Roll out the noodles!" On the lawn not far away, Lu Chenchen suddenly laughed.

But then, a stone hit him on the head.

"You said he didn't tell you? Can you still do it if you haven't been able to sense the soul for so long?" Lan Feng scolded him with a branch.

Lu Chenchen covered her forehead and said aggrievedly: "With so many people watching, how can I concentrate?!"

On the first day of school, Master Lanfeng and his apprentice came to the Quidditch pitch early in the morning to start daily training. However, they didn’t know who leaked the news. Most of the students in the school knew about it. The stupid Na The little oriental boy in Weihe's freshman became Professor Panda's apprentice.

Some of the lucky ones also got up early and went to the Quidditch pitch to watch from a distance.

Some of them are driven by curiosity, while others are more or less inquiring about information, and most of them are Slytherin students.

But the scene in front of them disappointed everyone. Students who watched Lan Feng's first open class last year knew that the panda professor could use his unique fighting method to fight Dumbledore back and forth, so they They all felt that as Professor Panda's disciples, Neville and Lu Chenchen would be taught some amazing secret skills.

Xixi variety show literature Xixi.But from six o'clock to eight o'clock, Neville was swinging his stick that could get bigger and smaller, his steps were frivolous, and it seemed that he would fall to the ground with just the slightest touch. There was no sign of anything powerful at all. If Professor Panda hadn't been there to give him constant guidance, they would have thought that Neville had secretly drank and was going crazy.

If Neville was still seriously trained, then Lu Chenchen couldn't understand it at all. He was sitting cross-legged on the lawn, pinching his fingers with his palms facing up, closing his eyes and not knowing what he was doing.

Some students guessed that Lu Chenchen was comprehending very profound ancient magic, and some speculated that he was practicing the peerless Chinese magic. But when they saw Lu Chenchen nodded fiercely, and then opened his sleepy eyes, they realized This guy just fell asleep.

"I can't concentrate, but I can fall asleep?" Lan Feng said to Lu Chenchen angrily, "Get up and run twenty laps to see if you are still sleepy!"

Twenty laps?The students who were watching were all shocked, because it was already past eight o'clock, and nine o'clock was the time when the first class started. After twenty laps, you would definitely be late; even if you barely finished the run and rushed to the classroom, you would still have the energy. Go and listen to the class?

But Lu Chenchen felt relieved and jumped up: "Thank you, master!" Then he ran away.

Everyone felt a gust of wind blowing, and Lu Chenchen's figure appeared on the other side of the stadium. In the blink of an eye, Lu Chenchen was almost running back.

"Hiss~" Everyone took a breath, and they all thought of the many Chinese books they read last school year in order to better understand Professor Panda, which recorded something called "Qing Gong".

Could it be that Lu Chenchen was using "Qing Gong"?

Some students who were disgusted with Lanfeng's physical training courses were once again full of passion.

But they didn't know that even Neville couldn't imitate this kind of agile footwork. This was Lu Chenchen's talent.

A talent that is extremely suitable for "Walking on the Wind"!