Harry Potter: The Martial Arts Professor at Hogwarts

In the week that Conno began to take six days off.

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

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

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

And Conno'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 same affection as a shepherd dog.

But the statement was quickly corrected.

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

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

Not only are the students discussing, but the teachers are also discussing, and among them, Professor Quirrell from the Defence Against the Dark Arts class is the most concerned about the various contents of the martial arts.

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

Quirrell returned to his office, and his expression as if he had seen a ghost had changed to a cold and wooden expression.

Like his face, the office belonging to the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor was just as cold, the large windows that let in a lot of sunlight were sealed by large boards of wood.

The light source for the entire room came from a distant desk, on which was a candle that was about to burn, emitting its last light and heat.

"Impedimenta!Oculos Vagus!" Quirrell unleashed a variety of defensive spells against the doorway.

When he was in class, he was like a stuttering clown in front of his students, not only was he not talented, but he was not even outstanding in appearance.

However, at this moment, he showed the qualities of a good wizard, there was no stuttering at all, every spell was crisp and neat, and the light of magic constantly burst out from the tip of his wand.

With all this precaution, 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 simple, except for a bed in the corner, a desk not far from the bed, and a large suitcase and two mirrors that reflect each other.

The two mirrors were one behind the other, just enough for Quirrell to see the back of his head by the faint light of the candle.

He slowly lowered the purple bandana on his head one by one, and with each lap, the stench of rotting garlic in the room became stronger.

When the purple bandana is completely peeled off, the liquid attached to the bandana is very viscous and collects around the edges of the bandana but refuses to drip off.

This head is pickled...... I can't ask for ......

"Ahh

The snake-faced face that appeared on the back of his head let out a long sigh, "Quirrell! It's been half a month, why are you still shocked? If you're really scared, don't seal the window

......!" Master ......" Quirrell shuddered again, returning to the way he was in class, "Lord me...... I'm afraid of being discovered...... "

Coward, why did I Voldemort meet such a piece of waste as you!" "I've given so much magical knowledge, and yet you're still as cowardly as an armadillo?"

"Also!Why can't you take care of your hygiene!This room smells of rotting garlic!"

"But...... But......" Quirrell's eyes narrowed, his whole face twisted like a shriveled round eggplant, "I wanted to wash my hair, but you kept ...... ......

Voldemort said bitterly, "Shut up, is this your attitude towards the problem, why can't you do anything, do you want to be a Death Eater? I used to think very well of you, and now you disappoint me." "

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

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

"Okay......" Quirrell nodded.

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

Quirrell stopped nodding his head and began to recount to Voldemort in great detail the entire lesson from yesterday.

Voldemort's scarlet eyes, like snake eyes, seemed to brighten a little, "You mean that even Dumbledore is praising the Blood Qi Pill? and the physical fitness of those students has improved?"

"Yes...... Yes...... Quirrell snorted, not daring to continue nodding, "But Conno only takes one class a week, and he doesn't seem to want to make contact with me. "

I remember when he started the school dinner, his expression wasn't very good-looking, did you say he had already noticed my anomaly?"

"Impossible! absolutely impossible!" Voldemort cried, "My disguise is something that even Dumbledore can't detect, it's the magic of immortality! It's something you can't imagine!Do you understand!"

"I don't understand......"

"Huh?"

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

"Very well!" Voldemort began to calculate, "Since he has a potion that can change his physical fitness, then maybe the Philosopher's Stone has been entrusted to Conno by Dumbledore!"

"Yes, since Dumbledore values him so much, it means that this Conno must not be easy! You can find a way to infiltrate his office! Check him out! Bring back any clues that you think are important!"

Quirrell asked, "But ...... No...... No one keeps a secret from themselves...... Where do you live?"

"I'm not strong enough, you have to figure it out yourself! 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, who of them will not be able to become a Death Eater under my command of Lord Voldemort? This is my test of you!"

"Good...... Okay!" Quirrell looked grateful, "I won't let down the trust you placed in me!"

"Let's hurry up!Although Conno may have mastered the Philosopher's Stone, the place on the fourth floor must continue to be explored!Snape stopped you last time, so you have to find a way to get in and have a look!"

Voldemort yawned.

"Since Dumbledore made a point to explain that place, it means that there is something wrong with it too!Otherwise he wouldn't have let Snape guard it, you know!"

Understood!master!I promise to complete the mission!"

Very good! I am very optimistic about you!Keep up your work!" The scarlet in Voldemort's eyes disappeared, and he did not make a sound again, and had fallen into a deep sleep.