Harry Potter: The Martial Arts Professor at Hogwarts

In class before the Christmas break, he would occasionally let the way out and let it have some friendly interaction with the students.

Over time, Luwei had memorized the scents of these students, and would interact with them in ways that were intimate for his size.

Fortunately, now the students' physical fitness has also improved, so there are no accidents, and the two sides can maintain a friendly play distance.

However, there was a hidden danger that Quirrell wouldn't even need to look for a way to put Harry in front of him through the three-headed dog, so that Lowe could not attack.

Because once he attacked, Harry would have been bitten in two first.

At this time, Snape also walked over, and when he saw that Conno was present, his originally anxious face calmed down.

He said with a cold face, "If you come across the level I set, then drink the smallest bottle of potion." "

You're here too, why don't you go down together?" Conno wondered.

"Not interested!" Snape turned and left, but paused to add, "Be careful with those flames! Don't get burned!"

After reassuring Luwe, Conno immediately jumped out of the trapdoor. A lot has changed under the trapdoor, and some obstacles of extremely low difficulty have been arranged.

These obstacles include a man-mad vine, a bunch of not-so-clever magic keys flying around, a giant wizard's chessboard, and a troll that has died in place.

The method of Conno's passage was simple, using several regular movements.

Smash the vines that entangle him, hammer the lock that needs to be unlocked with a key, ignore the Wizard's tickling attacks, and finally hold your breath through the room to avoid the stench of trolls.

"What kind of wizard is this? He frowned as he made his way to the room Snape had mentioned, and saw a row of potions on a long table.

He scooped up the bottle of potion that Snape had prompted, and instead of drinking it immediately, he chose to stock it up for a rainy day.

There were two doors in the room, both of which burned the moment he entered, purple flames appeared in the door and black flames appeared in the other door.

Kong Nuo touched his chin and looked at these two flames, "Terrifying! Could it be that the color of this flame is the Alien Fire Three Thousand Yan Flame and the Void Devouring Flame?"

In line with the principle of hoarding rats, Kong Nuo did not let go of these flames, and directly used the martial arts golden pill to put them all away.

Although the Martial Arts Golden Pill cannot be used for farming, it can be used to store things, such as collecting flames, which is also a very reasonable way to use it.

When he finished collecting them, the two flames were taken out of the Martial Dao Golden Pill and turned into two balls.

He unscrewed a bottle on the table that looked like nettle wine and dripped it onto the black ball. Just listen to the sound of "snort", and the aroma of wine appears along with the misty white smoke.

"Good thing! The temperature is stable and long-lasting, and it can be used to make teppanyaki or something......" Kong Nuo, who was originally happy, hurriedly reined in, and now he still has business to do!

He took out the stick from the martial arts golden pill, and the stick was held in his hand like an uncarved wooden stick.

But as long as you look at it twice, you will be attracted by this ordinary appearance, and even your breath will be affected by the slight fluorescence on it.

Just as the stick was in his hand, the stick suddenly bent up and made a gesture to strike.

He stretched out his hand to hold the end of the stick and said, "Actually, I originally wanted to call you the Ruyi Golden Hoop Stick, but you are just a wooden stick, and you are really not worthy of the name of Sun Dasheng's divine weapon." The

stick tried desperately to break free of Conno's hand, but unfortunately he was a little weak.

Kong Nuo continued: "Why don't you choose one of the following names? Kunlun stick, Ruyi stick and Qianji staff, you choose one?"

The stick returned to straightness, and a line of quaint Chinese appeared in the original place where the magic stone was originally inlaid: Qianji stick.

"Wonderful! Wonderful! I know how to name myself!" he exclaimed, "Thousands of machine sticks, turn into Philosopher's Stone, or you won't be able to get Harry back later." "

Now the thousand machine stick is in a good mood, so there is no hesitation. A halo of light covered the shaft, and then the stick shrank and shrank, eventually turning into a stone that was indistinguishable from the Philosopher's Stone.

The door, which had lost its flames, had a feeling similar to that of the Diagon Alley wall, a dreamlike glow of blue light, with a magic text floating in the middle.

Stepping through the door, you will find yourself in an old, empty room, surrounded by torches, on which bright flames are constantly jumping.

The whole room was bright and damp, and there was green moss growing in the cracks in the walls, which was quite a bit of a strange color.

The Mirror of Eris stood in the center of the room, and Quirrell and a large cloth wrapper stood in front of it.

Quirrell didn't have his usual stuttering at this time, and roared angrily at the big cloth package in an angry tone: "What did you see inside! You better tell me the truth! Where's the Philosopher's Stone! Give it to me quickly!"

The big cloth package hurriedly protested: "I didn't see anything! I'm sure the Philosopher's Stone must not be here! Headmaster Dumbledore won't let you succeed!".

The cloth was Harry, and only his sweaty head was exposed, and the quilt wrapped his body tightly.

Looking at this posture, you can put it in the pressure cooker after sealing the mouth, and start cooking like cooking zongzi.

In order to prevent this unlucky child from becoming the first wizard to be suffocated by a quilt, Conno hurriedly said, "Ahem! Quirrell, I'm here to negotiate conditions."

Quirrell was still growling at Harry when the large purple turban wrapped around his head suddenly exploded, revealing a hideous snake face.

"Damn! Little chic looks like a real thing!" Kong Nuo was a little startled, if there was a face in the back of his head, then there would be basically no blind spots in his field of vision during a fight.

"Konno, I know you!Martial Arts Professor!"

The snake face spoke, and at the same time, Harry's face instantly became weird, and his originally sweaty face instantly turned pale, and at the same time he let out a painful cry: "Huh...... Hmph, ahh......h

Seeing Conno's embarrassed face, the snake face snorted, and the scarlet light in his eyes instantly lit up, "You really feel my horror! Tell you! I'm Voldemort!"

Conno held his breath and shook his head and said, "I can't ask for the back of my head, it stinks worse than Harry's screams."

Voldemort's snake face became even more hideous, but he did not attack at this time, but asked angrily, "What conditions do you say to talk to me?"