Comprehensive HP on the Possibility of Dual Cultivation of Magic and Martial Arts

As the school was approaching, the four deans gathered in the principal's office for a meeting.

"Professor Quirrell had just been a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor for a year and accidentally fell down the stairs and broke his leg. Professor Jung also resigned because of his age." McGonagall frowned worriedly. "School is about to start, and we lost two professors at once."

Dumbledore sat on a chair and slowly brewed a pot of honey black tea: "Don't worry, Minerva, don't worry. I've already solved the professor's problem."

"Hopefully it won't be some ignorant idiot again." Severus folded his arms and said sarcastically, "So I need to celebrate the tenth time I failed my application to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts, right?"

"Hmm! Maybe. However, Professor Quirrell is not an idiot, he is famous for his talent. Also, Severus, you are a famous master of potions, and you are asked to leave the potions class instead of teaching it. Teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts is absolutely wasteful, and Olin will send me a shouting letter." Severus turned his head and snorted, and said nothing more.

Floating honey black tea to each professor, Dumbledore happily announced: "Gideroy Lockhart sent me a cover letter. He applied for the position of professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, and I just agreed. As for Alchemy class..." Dumbledore made a fool of himself.

"Is there something wrong?" Flitwick stood on top of a book floating in mid-air. "There are fewer and fewer people studying alchemy now, and there are only a few good alchemists. They are all people who would rather stay at home than move out of the room. How about Jason Williams? He's a student of Neale Flamel."

"Sir won't come." Severus interjected, "I wrote to ask about it a few days ago."

Holding the teacup with a smile, Dumbledore looked at the professors frowning, and went through all the alchemists he could think of. "There is another person, although not well-known, but his grades in alchemy are no worse than them. I have already written to her half a year ago, so don't worry. We can start sending the children's book lists." Just afraid When you find out, I will scare you all the way.Don't know what Mirkoda is doing?Can you come to the sorting ceremony?

Mirkoda, who was being chanted, sat on the chair at the door of the medical room at Kingsman headquarters with her hands on her head and sneezed. She hadn't closed her eyes all night.

The operating light was turned off, Merlin pushed open the door, and cautiously walked over to Milkota, scratching the floor.

"They're awake."

"Hmm." Mirkoda put down her hands and stood up, and walked into the medical room with a blank expression.Merlin quickly activated the monitoring and emergency measures to prevent someone from beating up the three people who were already seriously injured into cripples in a fit of rage.

Lying on the hospital bed wrapped up like a mummy, Boss wanted to cry. He envied the two sleeping on the other side very much. Mirkota sat on the edge of his hospital bed and stared at him with dead fish eyes. Almost two hours.

Just say something!It's scary to be so straight!The villain in Bowes was crying out.

"Heh!" Mirkoda slowly took out a book from his pocket, and read to him in a cold and unwavering voice.Boss wanted to cry even more. What Mirkoda was reading was nothing but the principles of torture and the structure of torture instruments in various countries.What was even more exaggerated was Merlin, who actually came in wearing earphones, and even brought two pairs of earplugs to the sleeping Jacob and Carlos respectively.

"I was wrong, I was wrong." After reading the whole article, Boss, who was tortured to the core, burst into tears.

"You're right." Mirke turned another page of the book: "Chapter 2, the punishment of car splitting began in the Spring and Autumn and Warring States Periods of China."

"I was really wrong!" If Boss hadn't been unable to get up from the bed, he would have hugged Milkoda's thigh and cried loudly.

Mirkoda said without emotion: "You are a senior, you have to set an example for the two opposite, what are you crying about?"

Boss hugged the quilt and sobbed softly, as if someone forced him.Without waiting for Mirkoda to ask him what was wrong, he turned himself in for leniency: "I should have reported to you as soon as I discovered the Hydra organization, instead of directly leading people into it."

"Oh, so now you know how powerful it is?"

"understood."

"No longer impulsive?"

"No."

"Alright." Mirkoda closed the book and got up.Turn around when walking to the door: "Remember what you said today." After speaking, push the door and go out.

"Merlin, watch them a little bit, don't let the rest of the people do stupid things like Boss." Merlin who was waiting at the door warned, and Mirkoda planned to leave.

Merlin followed behind, fell silent for a while, and said, "What do you plan to do after you retire?"

"Taking care of the kids, teaching and so on. What's the matter?"

"Do you want to come back to bring students?" Merlin saw Milkoda stop, looked at himself in surprise, and continued to lobby: "Arthur and I both think that the two students you brought out are very good, are you interested in continuing the training?" New students? You know, we only recruit new students under special circumstances, and it's usually very easy."

"Hmm... I don't think other people want to see me." Thinking of those agents who see themselves like a mouse sees a cat, Milkoda is very self-aware.

"Don't pay attention to them." Merlin felt that this was not a problem at all.

Mirkoda pondered for a moment: "If I have time, I'm going to pick up the child."

Time passed quickly, Hogwarts started again, and Harry sat at the long table unhappy.In addition to doing homework at home this holiday, he kept teasing James and Lily and asked them to take him to Diagon Alley.However, he never met his godmother once, and was forced to watch the scene where his friend Ron's father and old Malfoy fought.

Maybe I should have been squatting in Majikli and dying to the end?Harry pouted and knocked his chin on the table sullenly, and Ron also lay down on the table in sync.

"Mom is so angry this time." Ron puffed up his face: "Damn Malfoy!"

"Is Mr. Weasley okay?" Hermione was in the middle of the two, looking at the two boys hanging like salted fish by the table with raised eyebrows.

"It's so good," Ron hummed, "I was scolded by my mother when I got home."

"...uh! What about you, Harry? Still haven't met your godmother by chance?" Hermione tried to pick something interesting for them. "On the bright side, Mr. Lockhart is going to be our professor this term!"

Harry stared forward with unfocused fish eyes: "That peacock!"

"Be polite to the professor!"

"will not!"

"Hey!" Hermione was a little angry, but she didn't intend to fight with these two waste balloons that were leaked by needles. "Freshmen are here, you should be done soon, sorting will be done soon!" Hermione Good Student Granger looked dreamily at Lockhart who was sitting on the classroom bench after forcibly boarding up two waste balloons. "He's so handsome~!"

"Humph!"

The sorting ceremony was over soon, and Harry stuffed things into his mouth indiscriminately.Most of the girls would eat with Lockhart's white teeth, take a bite, look at it, take another bite after looking at it.

After even the desserts were removed, Professor McGonagall tapped the goblet twice with a spoon, signaling for everyone to listen to Dumbledore's speech.

"Oh, now that everyone has eaten and drank enough, I would like to say a few more words to you. At the beginning of the semester, I would like to give you some points for attention." Dumbledore said standing in front of the podium.

"It's a cliché again." George and Fred each began to speak in a low voice imitating Dumbledore's tone below, and the students next to them kept pinching their thighs, trying not to laugh out loud.

"First-year freshmen, students are prohibited from entering the woods on campus. Some of our senior students should also remember this well."

"Besides, Mr. Filch, the administrator, wants me to remind everyone not to use magic in the hallway between classes."

"The vetting of Quidditch players will be held in the second week of the term. Anyone interested in participating in the academy team should contact Mrs. Hooch."

Dumbledore paused before continuing: "This year, there are two changes in our teaching staff. Because Professor Quirrell accidentally fell down the stairs at the end of the last school year for some reason." Said Here, Dumbledore took a look at the Weasley twins who were sitting at the long table in Gryffindor, and said, "We are very pleased to welcome Professor Gilderoy Lockhart, who will teach you the Dark Arts." Defense class."

Lockhart got up to greet everyone, showing his eight white teeth again, captivating countless little girls.

"Professor Jung has also left us because of his age. Those of you who are taking alchemy classes in grades [-] and [-] don't worry, a new professor of alchemy——Professor Mirkoda Williams will appear in your class Yes." Dumbledore's words were no less than a cockroach, and everyone was shocked except for those little wizards with little blemishes.Especially the professors in the classroom, all stared at Dumbledore with wide-eyed eyes.Dumbledore was very satisfied with the effect, and happily announced the next activity: "Sing the school song~!"

"Harry, did you hear that?" Ron hurriedly pulled Harry who was stunned through Hermione: "Did you hear, your godmother, she's coming to Hogwarts! Harry! Harry !"

"Pinch me, Ron." Harry turned around dumbly: "Hiss~! This is not a dream!"

"It's not!" Ron nodded quickly!

Harry trembled excitedly: "It's true!"

"Really, Professor Dumbledore said it!"

"My godmother..."

"She's coming to Hogwarts!"

"she!"

"She has become a professor here!"

Harry's emerald eyes sparkled instantly. "I've got to tell Tom the good news!"

"Come back to me!" Hermione grabbed Harry who was already overwhelmed by excitement: "You see where this is! We haven't been allowed to go back to the lounge yet!"

"I'm going to Tom, I can't hold back!"

"Hold it!" Hermione suppressed forcefully. "Wait until we get back!"

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