Harry Potter: Martial Arts Professor at Hogwarts

It was during the week when Kong Nuo started to take six days off.

Most of the topics on campus today still come from Kong Nuo and the martial arts class he taught.

Compared with other courses, only in this course, all students are on the same starting line.

Only in this way can they blend into other people's chats about martial arts without any scruples.

And Kong Nuo's own strength is also worthy of everyone's respect, otherwise how could he tame a three-headed dog.

It can even make this three-headed dog, which is comparable to a fire dragon, show the intimacy like a shepherd dog.

However, this remark was quickly corrected.

After all, as we all know, shepherd dogs are used to herd sheep, so if the three-headed dog is a shepherd dog, the students who were chased and ran around in that class...

shut up!It's already been said very well, don't say it next time!

Not only the students were discussing, but the teachers were also discussing. Among them, Professor Quirrell of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class paid the most attention to various content about martial arts subjects.

It's a pity that as long as he gets close to the students who are discussing, those students will stay away from him like a plague god.

When Quirrell returned to the office, his original trembling expression, as if he had seen a ghost, suddenly changed, becoming cold and dull.

Like his face, this office belonging to the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor was equally gloomy and cold. The original big window that let in a lot of sunlight was sealed off by large boards.

The light source of the whole room comes from the desk in the distance, on which there is a candle that is almost burnt out, emitting the last light and heat.

"There are many obstacles (impedimenta)! Dazzling (oculosvagus)!" Quirrell continued to release various spells for defense and to prevent monitoring and monitoring at the door.

When he was in class, he was like a stuttering clown in front of the students. Not only did he have no talent, but he didn't even have an outstanding appearance.

However, at this moment, he showed the qualities that an excellent wizard should have. He didn't stutter at all. Every spell was crisp and neat, and magical rays of light shot out from the tip of the wand constantly.

After completing all these protective measures, he breathed a sigh of relief, put his wand in his pocket, and walked to the center of the room.

The equipment in the office is very simple, except for a bed in the corner, a desk not far from the bed, a large suitcase and two mirrors that reflect each other.

These two mirrors are one in front of the other, just enough for Quirrell to see the back of his head by the faint candlelight.

He slowly lowered the purple kerchief on his head one by one, and every time he put it down, the smell of rotting garlic in the room became stronger.

When the purple turban is completely peeled off, the liquid attached to the turban is very viscous, and it gathers at the edge of the turban and refuses to drip.

This head is marinated... I can't have it...

"Ah!" The candle flame jumped suddenly, causing him to scream out in surprise.

The snake face that appeared on the back of his head let out a long sigh, "Qi Luo! It's been half a month, why are you still surprised? If you are really scared, don't seal the windows!"

"Master...Master..." Quirrell trembled again, and returned to the state he was in class again, "Mainly...I'm afraid of being discovered..."

"Coward! Why did I, Voldemort, meet such a waste as you! Even though I have endowed you with so much magical knowledge, you are still as cowardly as an armadillo?"

"Also! Why can't you pay attention to hygiene! This room smells of rotten garlic!"

"But...but..." Quirrell narrowed his eyes, his whole face twisted like a shriveled round eggplant, "I want to wash my hair, but you have been... have been sleeping..."

Voldemort grieved and said: "Shut up! Is this your attitude to recognize the problem! Why can't you do anything well! Do you look like you want to be a Death Eater? I used to be very optimistic about you, but now you make me very happy." disappointment."

"Master...Master..." Quirrell's face twisted even more, "I'm sorry...I...I can't do anything..."

Voldemort interrupted him roughly, "Okay! Tell me! What happened in the martial arts class that day? What do you think of this class?"

"Okay..." Quirrell nodded.

"Don't nod! I'm dizzy!"

Quirrell no longer nodded, and began to recount to Voldemort the whole class yesterday in great detail.

Voldemort's snake-like scarlet eyes seemed to brighten a bit, "You mean, even Dumbledore praised the blood pill? And the physical fitness of those students has improved?"

"Yes... yes..." Quirrell gave a "hmm" and didn't dare to continue nodding, "But Kong Nuo only has one class a week, and he doesn't seem to want to get in touch with me very much."

"I still remember that during the school opening dinner, his expression was not very good-looking. Do you think he has discovered my abnormality?"

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!" Voldemort said loudly, "Even Dumbledore can't detect my disguise. This is the magic of immortality! It's beyond your imagination! Do you understand!"

"not understand……"

"Ok?"

"Ming...Understood! Great Lord...Master!"

"Very good!" Voldemort began to think, "Since he has a potion that can change his physical fitness, maybe Dumbledore has entrusted the Philosopher's Stone to Connor!"

"Yes! Since Dumbledore values ​​him so much, it means that this Kong Nuo must not be simple! You find a way to sneak into his office! Check him out! Bring back any clues you think are important!"

Quirrell asked: "But...no...no one will hide their secrets...where they live, right?"

"My strength is not strong enough, you have to figure out a way for this kind of thing! You have to believe in yourself, you will be able to overcome all difficulties and complete the task!"

Voldemort said earnestly.

"These are my tests for you. You should know that who can become one of Voldemort's Death Eaters who can't be an elite soldier? This time is my test for you!"

"Okay...Okay!" Quirrell showed a grateful expression, "I will definitely not let down your trust in me!"

"Hurry up! Although Konno may have mastered the Philosopher's Stone, you still have to continue exploring the place on the fourth floor! Last time Snape stopped you, you must find a way to go in during this time!"

Voldemort yawned.

"Since Dumbledore specifically explained that place, it means that there is something wrong there too! Otherwise, Snape wouldn't be guarding it, you understand!"

"Understood! Master! I promise to complete the task!"

"Very good! I'm very optimistic about you! Work hard!" The scarlet in Voldemort's eyes disappeared, he didn't make any more sound, and fell into a deep sleep.