My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

(One)

United Kingdom.

Ma Baoguo sat on the long boarding, poked his hands into his arms, and pinched the kit given by his father. It has been traveling with him in the UK for five years.

With every touch, Ma Baoguo seemed to be able to see himself who had just left the mountain many years ago.

He remembered that his father said that he had already practiced Majia Kungfu to the extreme, and he expected that he would rarely be a rival in the world.

But my father also said that martial arts are not enough for many things in martial arts. So his father gave him this kit and told him to open the kit if nothing could be done.

If there are things in the world that the Majia Kungfu can't handle, what use is this kit? Ma Baoguo was lost in thought.

(two)

"The next game will be the British Hercules, against Ma Baoguo!"

The Hercules watched Ma Baoguo closely. Ma Baoguo got up, patted his robe, and stepped onto the ring.

The strong man of more than two hundred kilograms put on a posture of waiting in front of the thin oriental man in front of him.

Ma Baoguo smiled and walked towards the Hercules, just as calm as he was when he stepped into the ring.

He pointed to the door of the strong man.

In midair, this finger stopped because the Hercules' hands had already grasped this index finger. He snapped hard and tried to break his opponent's finger to win.

He failed, and even, he found that no matter how hard he exerted his strength, the man from the East was as indifferent as an iron statue.

Ma Baoguo showed a lonely look in his eyes, and the three-dimensional Hunyuan Jin suddenly started, slamming the Hercules out of the field.

Hercules fell to the ground and couldn't afford it.

Ma Bao Guosheng.

He won no joy in winning. Such a victory he has experienced countless times in England, and now only loneliness can be brought to him.

Or maybe, there is someone who can make him less lonely.

(three)

Hungry Li is Ma Baoguo's only friend in the UK.

Hungry Li was not originally called Hungry Li. His full English name is Pi Eiete and he likes to eat pears.

Ma Baoguo said, this is too complicated, and I will call you Hungry Pear in the future.

So Hungry Li has such a Chinese name.

At the same time, Hungry Li is also the only man who can force Ma Baoguo to hit five lightning strikes in actual combat.

Hungry Li and Ma Baoguo sat opposite.

Hungry Li has drunk a lot of wine, and he is still drinking; the wine in the Mabaoguo Cup hasn't moved.

Hungry Li raised his wine glass and said drunkly: "Ma, your kung fu is so good, why do you come to England to fight."

Ma Baoguo murmured, seeming to ask himself: "How many people in China are willing to learn kungfu?"

"But the British can't learn Chinese boxing," said Hungry Li. "Seriously, Ma, you should understand after all these years, we can't learn magical internal skills."

Hungry Li continued: "I know you want everyone to learn Ma's Tai Chi."

"So you should go back to China." Hungry Li finally came to a conclusion.

(four)

Hebei china.

The urban square suddenly became noisy, and the crowd surrounded the center of the square.

In the center of the square, a woman and a dozen young adults were fighting together.

The woman seemed to be able to make a palm wind between raising her hands, and she could easily blow the young adults a few meters with her palm wind.

Not long after, only the woman was standing on the court, while the others lay down on the ground.

The woman's name was Yan Fang, and those who fell on the ground were her apprentices. Today, she took her apprentice Yanwu to show to the folks.

Yan Fang, what a Yan Fang!

Passers-by cheered, and many people were moved to apprentice.

When he exited the field, Yan Fang walked in the forefront, followed by the dozen disciples behind him.

"Ouch!" A man who passed by accidentally tripped and bumped his head on Yan Fang.

"Sorry, sorry." The man apologized again and again. Without waiting for Yan Fang to say anything, he turned and left. The mixed crowd disappeared.

(Fives)

In the middle of the night, the moonlight was faintly cool and the streets were empty.

Yan Fang came to the square where the martial arts were performed during the day. A man has been waiting for a long time.

"Today, you are here and played a scene with your apprentice." The man said.

"But you can't lie to me," the man added.

Yan Fang smiled. She said: "The fool and the fool are willing to believe this, so my apprentices and I acted it for them. They watched it and I enjoyed it, and I was just a fair deal."

This man was really ridiculous. He pretended to stumble and left an appointment note on her, but only to accuse her of being a liar.

"No, I mean, you know how to martial arts." The man stubbornly shook his head, "You obviously have great martial arts, but you choose to find someone to act with you."

"Why?" the man asked next.

Yan Fang's face changed, she sighed and said leisurely, "Will anyone still want to learn the real martial arts? Humans, always eager for interesting and new things. Therefore, in this age, kung fu can only be a kind of ease Interesting stuff. It’s much easier to sense internal strength with my movements than to practice hard day after day, isn’t it?"

Yan Fang smiled self-deprecatingly: "You know, what this world lacks is fake kungfu. It is these people who forced me to lie to them."

The man stared at Yan Fang and said, "To cheat is to cheat. You have no martial arts, but you have become a demon in the world."

The man said to himself: "I have been looking for two people in my life, one who can learn my kung fu, and one who can beat me."

Yan Fang smiled and said, "I understand."

She attacked the man in front of her with a palm, and the fierce palm wind escaped several feet away, and the branches and leaves of the trees were shaken down one after another.

The man raised his palm to meet. The moment the palms struck each other, the stone slab under the feet of the two made a muffled noise.

With this palm, Yan Fang took five steps back, but the man still stood in place, calm and relaxed.

Yan Fang said in a daze: "It seems that I am neither."

"Farewell."

"Farewell."

Yan Fang has already left, and the figure of the man stands lonely and arrogantly under the street lamp.

He is Ma Baoguo, the master of Tai Chi, Ma Baoguo, who is invincible, and Ma Baoguo, the supreme martial artist.

But at this moment, he began to ask his dreams.

You see, some people show others the truth, but others ask for the fake.

(six)

Lei Lei is the most popular actor in the entire acrobatic troupe.

He is infinitely powerful. Seventy to eighty catties of stone are locked in his hands as light as nothing. He will not be able to destroy magical skills. A machete will cut off his belly, leaving only a shallow white mark. He still has He was able to heal the bad cervical spine with a few strokes of the superb massage.

However, the most amazing thing is his unpredictable watermelon technique.

On this day, Lei Lei is performing his last performance-shooting watermelons.

The spectators watched the man's last unique skill with enthusiasm.

Except Ma Baoguo.

His head is full of the night when he confronted Yan Fang.

Although this world is big, why does my dream have no habitat? I have no opponents or successors. What am I doing here?

Ma Baoguo still remembered the kit, but he didn't believe that a kit could help him, and he didn't want to crush his pride with his own hands.

After all, how can Ma Baoguo be defeated by the difficulties?

There was a big watermelon on the table in front of Leilei. He steadily took a stance, clenched a fist with his left hand to the waist, raised his right hand above his head, and then patted the watermelon unhurriedly.

With a muffled sound, the watermelon was unharmed.

The spectators still don’t know why Ma Baoguo’s pupils shrank sharply.

He knew that the skin of the watermelon had no scars, but the flesh of the watermelon was shaken into watermelon juice by the powerful internal energy.

Lei Lei, a fat bald man who doesn't look amazing, is a top domestic master.

Sure enough, Lei Lei took out a large bowl from under the table and made a small hole in the watermelon with his fingers, and the watermelon juice gurgled out.

Ma Baoguo recalled this palm, and he thought that even if he did his best, he would never be as straightforward as Leilei.

Lei Lei had already poured a full bowl of watermelon juice. He scanned the crowd, and finally found the gloomiest Ma Baoguo among the cheerful crowd.

He took the watermelon juice and walked to Ma Baoguo, gave the bowl with both hands, and said, "Brother, please!"

When Ma Baoguo took the big bowl, he secretly developed the three-dimensional Hun Yuan Jin, and the watermelon juice in the bowl was gently swayed. No one noticed this change except him and Lei Lei.

He took the bowl and drank it, thanked it, and handed it back.

Leilei smiled knowingly.

(Seven)

Tavern.

Lei Lei had eaten five chicken drumsticks in a row and his mouth was full of oil. Ma Baoguo sat opposite, but still did not move the chopsticks.

When Lei Lei saw this, his left hand was still stuffing chicken legs into his mouth, but his right hand was lightly on the table, a secret force passed, Ma Baoguo's chopsticks suddenly jumped up.

Ma Baoguo caught the chopsticks. He asked Lei Lei, why do you have such martial arts, but you are willing to perform for those laymen to make a living every day?

Leilei put down the chicken legs, he asked Ma Baoguo seriously, then what are you doing?

Ma Baoguo was silent. During the years he returned to China, he has neither believers nor descendants, and even a decent opponent is hard to find.

Lei Lei said: "This era is no longer a part of kung fu. People need police, not heroes when they are in danger. Lei Gong Tai Chi? Ma Jia Kung Fu? What about the number one martial arts? The magistrate is half-boring. I don't care about it."

Leilei raised his glass and drank it all in one go. "There are no more rivers and lakes in this world."

Ma Baoguo suddenly remembered the Yan Fang who was openly fighting and dancing in the downtown area.

He picked up a chicken leg fiercely, learning from Lei Lei, his mouth filled with oil.

He said, "Lei Lei, teach me your Tuina technique. If one day my spine is criticized by thousands of people, I will probably talk about autonomy."

When Ma Baoguo got up and left, Lei Lei was already lying on the table unconscious.

He left the tavern and melted into the night.

(Eight)

Ma Baoguo opened the bag.

The contents are thin, folded layer by layer. Ma Baoguo spread it out carefully.

That is a mask.

Old fellow, have you already reached this point, haven't you?

(nine)

Ma Baoguo put on a mask.

Madness, arrogance, and stubborn mask.

He said that he is a great master, a great master, number one in the world.

He would tell people the essence of Majia Kungfu in detail, and then deliberately squirmed around to give people a set of loose and lively flicks. The spectators laughed.

Lei Lei, you said you can't make the spectators bored, how do you think I do?

He lives like a clown. People laughed when they saw him.

But at least someone looked at him, didn't they?

That day, he punched his right eye fiercely. The martial arts master had a blue nose and a swollen face. It must be funny, right?

What Ma Baoguo said that day was more memorable than his martial arts.

Yan Fang Yan Fang, am I more enchanted than you?

But all this is not enough.

Far from enough.

So he invited relatives and friends, raised the banner high, and came to the lecture hall with arrogance.

He is going to play a match with a boxer, using Tai Chi, which he is most familiar with.

He knows that he can't win, he must lose!

The day of the competition.

Standing on the narrow arena and looking at the old opponent in front of him, Ma Baoguo suddenly remembered that year when he knocked the British Hercules out of the field with just one finger.

What a scenery! How lonely!

Ma Baoguo's right hand.

With an ordinary straight punch, Ma Baoguo leaned back and forth to hide for a few steps, and then sent his face up~www.readwn.com~ Hungry pear, you must be surprised, someone can hit with a straight punch. I!

When the second boxing came, Ma Baoguo followed suit.

When the third punch fell, Ma Baoguo fell to the ground.

The spectators were in an uproar.

They didn't know that what fell under the mask was the self-esteem of a grandmaster...

(ten)

Ma Baoguo made the world boil.

People are discussing his words and deeds, his crazy words, his twitching lightning whip.

But no one knows where he is. After speaking about Wutang, he seemed to disappear.

The world works as usual.

Hungry Li is still training hard in the UK. He hopes that when he sees that man again, he can force him to play thirteen lashes completely.

Yan Fang led the disciple fighting dance on the street corner, but she sometimes thought of a fool inexplicably.

Where's Lei Lei? He pats people with watermelons day after day, and occasionally does massage for young people.

Ma Baoguo is no longer in the arena, but his legend still circulates. People talk about him after a meal, like a clown.

Only a few people know that Ma Baoguo is not a clown, but the moonlight of Datang.

(eleven)

Lei Lei took a bite of a chicken leg and said, "Go! Brother, your trick is really good!"

Ma Baoguo chuckled and said, "Everyone in the world calls me deceiving the world and stealing my name. Unexpectedly, the secrets of my crazy words are really true."

Everyone in the world regards me as false, and I prefer it to be true.

I pretend to be crazy, just because someone can see my Majia Tai Chi.

Only wait for people of insight to see through the vain and glitz.

Ma Baoguo suddenly sighed.

Lei Lei asked, "Brother, is there anything else you are not satisfied with?"

Ma Baoguo said confidently: "She might be...the third person I'm looking for!"