Harry Potter: The Martial Arts Professor at Hogwarts

Although Halloween is over, the salty and sweet of Hufflepuff ...... Sweet and salty...... Well...... The tofu brain flavor war is still not completely subsided.

Hufflepuff students evolved from badgers to flatheads, and when they met friends from other houses, they would ask in a very polite way, "What kind of tofu brain are you?"

At first, students from other houses were very honest and would clearly express their tendencies for the two tastes.

Later, they learned to be smart, and directly asked, "What about you? What kind of tofu brain are you?"

When the little badger said where he belonged, they immediately borrowed the slope to get off the donkey and said, "Ah, yes, yes, yes, I like this taste too! Let's eat this at noon!"

Each little badger has its own unique flavor of tofu brain ingredient list, which is much better than the taste of the students of the other three colleges.

Therefore, the students of the other three colleges adhered to the principle that whether it is sweet or salty, it is fragrant in the mouth, so they hooked up with the still simple little badger to go to the auditorium and ate it to their heart's content.

In the morning we go with them to eat salty, at noon we ask them to eat spicy, and in the evening we have a bowl of sweet.

Slowly, this phrase spread among the students of the other three houses, and the little badgers also knew about it.

At this moment, they also realized that maybe the argument itself is meaningless, it is nothing more than some small differences in everyone's tastes, and the key is that as long as it is delicious, there is no problem!

In the end, the war slowly subsided, and Kong Nuo, as a real archer and musician, also chose to remain silent for the time being.

As he promised on the eve of all saints, he would start teaching the practice the following month.

He was worried that if a student from a salty or sweet party suddenly couldn't think about it when he was doing his homework, causing his magic to go retrograde and a mouthful of old blood spurting out, it would be terrible.

In the two months leading up to the Christmas holidays, he needs to teach his students how to properly use the magic power in their bodies to guide their internal powers.

Students refer to this period as their favorite two months, and the reviews have been overwhelming.

The process of channeling internal forces is complex, and the slightest mistake can hurt the meridians, so Kong Nuo's teaching is very even-hearted, ensuring that no student is left behind.

And thanks to Peeves, as long as it is the auditorium when Conno is in class, it is the warmest place in the entire castle.

Peeves will fly into the air, then turn orange and yellow, and circulate the auditorium through hula hula, dissipating heat to every corner of the auditorium.

Even the teachers will come to the teacher's table at this time, and let the house-elves give hot tofu brains, and just start to touch the fish in the light, which is a beautiful thing!

Of course, according to the law of conservation of magic (bushi), when some people are very happy, those unhappy tend to appear in others.

And the happiest person in the whole school at the moment is probably Professor Quirrell in the Defence Against the Dark Arts class.

He was very anxious now, his plan for Halloween was only half the battle, and although he knew that there was a three-headed dog in the place where the Philosopher's Stone was kept, he still couldn't figure out how to deal with it.

Not only that, but after All Hallows' Eve, he would still encounter Snape's blockade, and Snape would launch a venom spit attack, and he was choked so that he couldn't say a word.

The most important thing is...... The day of Voldemort's awakening has come again, and he is now a little unable to deal with it.

It was a terrible thing to displease Voldemort, after all, Voldemort was on the back of his head.

Once Voldemort is not satisfied, he will launch a magical attack on his brain, which has been reduced in size.

A Drill Heart Spell fired directly at his head, and no matter what, Quirrell didn't want to recall the indescribable tearing sensation.

Quirrell returned to the office with a package under his armpit, and his trembling expression changed suddenly, becoming extremely solemn.

He picked up his wand and applied his anti-peeping magic at the door, making sure no one could snoop into the secrets of the room.

With all this done, he went to his desk, ripped off the outer packaging of the package, and erased it with the vanishing charm.

When he saw the martial arts textbook inside, he still let out a long breath, "Whether I can be free from torture today depends on you!"

He cheered himself up and immediately began to use his wand to process the old ones.

Quirrell was a former professor at Muggle Studies, and he understood that Muggles had a craft of aging that made some items older and more valuable.

He's using similar magic now, making old and new textbooks and making them even older.

...... At least Voldemort can't find out that these books are new

......!" Hum...... Yes...... Why does it stink so much! Why does it stink more and more!" Just as he had just finished his old magic, there was an itching sensation in the back of his head.

With a wave of his wand, he shifted the desk against the wall to the center of the room, standing with his back to the desk.

Call...... Calm down!His magic isn't strong enough to spy on me with his Mind Taker, as long as I stay calm!Removing

the turban, Voldemort's snake-like face is revealed, "Good!Quirrell!I'm happy with your performance this time!Looks like you've got a satisfactory result?"

Quirrell said, "Yes!Master!I've already found out how many levels they've set up to protect the Philosopher's Stone!"

Now just get rid of the three-headed dog in charge of guarding the door, and then lure Headmaster Dumbledore away, then you can get the Philosopher's Stone!"

"Oh? it seems that you have been working hard lately!The honor of the Death Eaters is already beckoning to you!" Voldemort rarely brought a bit of performance in his tone, "Tell me how you did it!"

Quirrell hurriedly began to narrate, by the way, polishing some of the mundane processes to be a little more dramatic.

"Looks like those old guys are already on the lookout for you!" Voldemort's tone was a little serious, "I told you last time, don't do anything about testing Harry yet! "Don't startle the snake!"

"That three-headed dog, isn't that the wizard named Conno used in class? Can't you solve it?"

"No, no, no, master! Conno is more powerful than we thought!" Quirrell punched Conno to the Halloween troll, The story of pinching the Dementors was all said.

Voldemort suddenly began to get angry: "So...... The smell of this turban!Did you get it when you peep out of the window?!"

Quirrell was shocked, "Wait!Master! I have one more thing to tell you! Wait a minute!"

Voldemort gritted his teeth, his face looking even more hideous, "Come on!"

Quirrell quickly waved his wand and opened the old textbooks on the desk one by one.

"Master, I risked my life to sneak into Conno's office and get the original copies of his textbooks!