supreme commander's bizarre adventure

"He's coming soon."

"Hope he doesn't scare the kids...Honestly, he already scares me, being able to use magic in that thick armor..."

"You should ask him how he casts magic with that, that weapon that Muggles use."

"...ask yourself, Albus."

After whispering to Professor McGonagall for a while, Dumbledore was about to say something, but he was stopped by the head of Slytherin House, Professor Snape, who stared at him with his cold and dark eyes, smiling. The old man, after a moment of silence, said:

"You told me the kid was alive and I would see him."

"Of course, he'll be here soon."

"With that new 'colleague'?" Snape expressed his distaste unabashedly, "Hmph, I hope you find someone who can take on this responsibility."

"...Oh, of course, of course, you will see him, and I also tested the ability of the new professor," said Dumbledore, who still clearly remembers the near-death experience until now, to be honest Well, it's been a long time since he was beaten like that. Fortunately, Harry's healing spells are more powerful, otherwise he would have died that day...

"hope so."

Snape, including everyone who was curious about the new professor, didn't have to wait too long. As the door of the Hogwarts auditorium slowly opened, a three-meter-high, shoulder-width as wide as almost two Hagrids A strong man appeared at the door—

The strong man wore a hood and heavy armor. He didn't carry a long sword or wand or anything like that. He only had two big bang bangs (bolt guns) with muzzles the size of a baby's wrist strapped to his waist. The golden armor is attached with spells in an unknown language, extending all the way to the human skull relief on the chest.

The unique cold air of the night poured into the auditorium through the wide open door, blowing out a few candles... After the crowd was silent for a few seconds, several girls screamed, but their voices only lasted for two seconds before being silenced. Eliminated by an invisible force.

"...Welcome to Hogwarts...Come on, give me a round of applause, this is your new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor..."

Dumbledore forced a smile in some pain, he took the lead in applauding, but after applauding for a long time, he found that no one echoed him... The lonely old man with white beard sat down with a sad face, and began to suspect that he called Harry to the school Was being a teacher the right decision?

Harry Potter took off his hood, looked around, and walked to the professor's chair. There was a place prepared for him. It was an extremely hard round wooden post guarded by the Forbidden Forest. Hagrid got it in the Forbidden Forest himself.

In the sight of everyone, Harry Potter walked to the seat next to Snape and sat down. His eyes swept over the faces of those who were about to become his students, and no one dared to look at him. Except for a little fat man... oh, I lowered my head, maybe because my reaction was a little slow.

"Have a meal."

Harry said blankly, this seemed to be a signal, the stagnant atmosphere in the auditorium was relaxed, and everyone started eating, talking and laughing, and crying softly as if they were forgiven.

"..."

Snape saw the lightning scar on Harry's forehead, his eyes were opened to the limit of what humans can achieve, and in those dark eyes, it seemed that tears of blood would flow down immediately.After noticing Snape's gaze, Harry turned his head to meet him. After the latter saw those bright emerald green eyes, the man like a poisonous snake lowered his head in a panic and hurried away from the professor. Seats, leaving only a bewildered Harry.

Facing this departed man, Harry didn’t have the heart to explore his heart. In fact, the warriors of the Astartes think tank would not probe into the hearts of others at will. This was not just a matter of respect for others. , is also a constraint on oneself.

Unchecked power can only lead to destruction... The experience of the Thousand Sons Legion has provided enough lessons for people.

While eating, the students sitting below looked at Harry, who was talking softly with other professors on the professor's bench, and whispered:

"Did you see the armor on him? It's so handsome! It's golden! I bet it's either forged from a solid piece of gold or plated with gold. Even if it's the latter, it's enough to make Gu Ling The goblins in the pavilion are going crazy!"

"He's so big! Is he of the blood of a giant?"

"Keep down, he's here!"

"By the way... Did Principal Dumbledore say that the professor's name is Harry Potter?"

"The Boy Who Lived?"

"Is this a fucking boy???"

"..."

Although Ron was very interested in the new professor's gossip, and thought the armor was very handsome, but for now, it's better to concentrate on destroying the chicken legs in front of him, and Hermione, who was sitting next to him, was startled a bit at first. Jumping, after quickly wiping away his tears, he was inexplicably looking forward to this professor.

But when she wanted to talk to Ron about her thoughts, she found that the latter was eating Hesse. After seeing her unkind eyes turn, Ron thought about it, and reached out to get her a glass of pumpkin juice , and put a few pieces of sugar in it very thoughtfully.

Now, Miss Beaver was drinking pumpkin juice angrily, thinking what kind of stupid woman would marry such an incomprehensible guy...

Well, anyway, at least when I was insulted by that platinum-haired boy on the train, this guy was willing to stand up, although he was still beaten up... Forget it, just take more care of him in the future It's my own reward.

The entrance ceremony for the freshmen ended in such a slightly weird and noisy atmosphere, but inexplicably, everyone was looking forward to the class that started tomorrow.

"..."

But not long after the entrance ceremony ended, Harry frowned and felt a familiar soul wave near him.

Chapter 94 Harry Potter and the Bolt Gun ([-])

Life at Hogwarts was very stable, and the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor didn't do anything earth-shattering, which disappointed the little lions who were waiting to eat melons.

Two days later, Gryffindor and Slytherin ushered in the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class on the grass outside the castle. Not only the "Harry Potter" who taught the students, but also a lingering A strange young man in a big turban, who would tremble whenever he stood beside Harry, but Harry continued his lessons as if he hadn't noticed anything.

"Everyone, although I personally don't respect the ideas conveyed in the textbooks used in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, but one thing is true. You should acquire enough knowledge, temper your magic power, and be able to protect yourself when attacks come. Buy time to escape or even fight back."

"As far as I know, you use wands as the medium of casting spells, of course, I am a little different from you," Harry said, pulling out his big bang bang, and holding his own custom-made Seiko bolter in his right hand , infused his own spiritual energy into the enchanted spiritual energy circuit in the gun chamber, and then, Harry fired a shot at the lake not far away——

A ball of bright light shot out from the muzzle of the gun, and hit the surface of the sparkling lake almost instantly. The huge force blasted the entire lake surface, and some small fish near the lake surface were directly thrown from the inside. The psychic energy flames emitted were completely consumed, and even the soul was completely annihilated!

Of course, Harry withdrew his hand, otherwise this shot would have hit the bottom of the lake directly, evaporating the entire lake.

"..."

After ignoring the protest of the giant squid stretching out its tentacles in the Black Lake of Hogwarts, Harry turned around and faced the students who were huddled together in fright, showing a ferocious smile:

"Gryffindor, come up with three people, as my teaching equipment."

What the hell is teaching equipment!

When the students were discussing in disorder, Harry's eyes swept over Quirrell who was far away. After seeing Harry looking at him, the latter showed a desperate expression, turned around and wanted to run, but Finally made up his mind, walked up to Harry, and stammered:

"You, you, have... what..."

"If you dare to stammer again, I'll put your head in your butthole."

"I'm very sorry! I didn't mean to! Just say what you want!"

Quirrell responded quickly.

"Very good," Harry nodded, he turned around, and looked at the three selected by Gryffindor after a fierce internal brawl, one was Ron, and the other was Hermione, who was worried about Ron and took the initiative to stand up , and the other is a little fat man named Neville.

"It seems that you have had a full discussion and democratically elected your representatives," Harry snapped his fingers, removing the bruises on the faces of Ron and Neville, which were not really bruises, but It's a big red mark, but it doesn't look good either.

"Now let's begin our lessons."

"That...Professor Potter," Hermione asked weakly, raising her hand, "can you tell me more about the content of the tutorial?"

"You guys are just doing a demonstration first, and the lesson is very simple," Harry brought Quirrell over, who was as cute as a baby chicken, "First of all, in order to exercise your physical strength and spell-using skills, you need to Run in the trenches I prepared... I mean dodge the spells from the enemy in the grounds I prepared."

As Harry said, he used his spiritual power to turn the grassland in front of him into criss-cross ravines and dirt bumps comparable to trench warfare during World War I.

"The Quilo Assistant Church will shoot a spell at you, and you are going to leave this area while avoiding the spell. Have you seen the big tree? That is your end, and if you are hit by the spell If you do it, not only will you have to bear the damage caused by the spell, but you will also be deducted points. Of course, you are only first-year students, so only one point will be deducted... Teacher Quirrell will not move, nor will he Using hurting spells, just little jinxes that make you hurt a bit."

"Of course, you can also fight back, and you can use any spell. If the damage of the spell exceeds the limit that Quirrell's assistant can bear, then I will take action... Those who can force me to take action can add strength to their academy." fifty points."

"do you understand?"

Harry looked at the three students and Quirrell kindly. The four of them looked at the ferocious smile and nodded frantically, indicating that they already knew it. Then, Harry looked at the other students and said:

"You guys are sitting next to me. When the time comes, you will be in groups of three and three. There must be someone from another academy in the group. Only when all three of you run to the finish line will it be considered over. If some of you give up your fighting brothers in the middle ...I mean, if you give up on your classmates..."

Harry's ferocious expression disappeared, and he released his spiritual power without any scruples. In an instant, the entire sky darkened, and there was faint thunder!

In this case, it doesn't matter whether there is a festival or not, the little lions and little snakes hugged each other tearfully, not even daring to let out a cry.

"Very good," Harry cleared away the cloud, allowing the sun to shine on the land again. He nodded in satisfaction, and said to the four people who were getting ready:

"You can start!"

Afterwards, Harry sat cross-legged among a group of children, watching the training ground while answering questions from some of the more daring students.

"Professor, professor, the armor on your body is too handsome. What is this? Ancient runes? Can I touch your armor?"

"It's best not to, I don't like people touching my armor."

"Okay, QAQ."

"Professor, why did you come to Hogwarts?"

"...just teaching."

It is impossible to talk about cultivating you into think tanks now.

"What a common answer, I thought the professor would train us into super wizards and send us to the universe to fight against those aliens!"

Harry: "..."

"What are aliens?" A little snake asked, while the little lion just now explained with a little pride:

"Aliens are big-headed dolls from Mars!"

"I know Mars, but what is a big-headed doll?"

Gryffindor Lion: "...Come here, I'll cast a spell on you and you'll know."

"..."

Looking at the topic that was quickly drifting away, Harry shook his head and looked at the training ground. The three little ones had been brought back by Quirrell with the Levitation Charm.The reason was that when they were about to reach the finish line, Hermione stepped on the ground and fell to the ground. Ron froze for a moment, but ended up also stepping on the former, and suffered about seven or eight small curses for him. Neville originally ran to the front, and when he found both of them fell to the ground, he turned back and tried to pull them up, but he also tripped over himself, but the little fat man subconsciously propped up his body, and to some extent He also protected the two under him... In the end, they were hit by three petrification spells, and the course failed.

Harry looked at the disgraced three and asked curiously:

"How did you manage to trip one person, another person stepped on the same place and fell, and the last person who came to rescue was also tripped by the same place?"

"..."

After seeing off the dejected three, Harry turned to look at the other students and said:

"Divide into groups and start your lessons."

Chapter 95 Harry Potter and the Bolt Gun ([-])

A month later, life at Hogwarts was as peaceful as water.

And after a certain professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts received a roaring letter and went out with a gun, the Daily Prophet published articles such as "The Best Professor at Hogwarts", "Big Brothers in the British Wizarding World", etc. Savior", "Our Savior, Here Comes!" ", "The Archmage Harry Potter Arrived at His Faithful Daily Prophet and Made Important Instructions" and other column articles...

Harry Potter himself said he knew nothing about it.

Compared with Harry, who is enjoying a vacation, the life of the assistant coach Quirrell is really not good.

He was trembling in get out of class and trembling after class, and he couldn't sleep well at night, because he was afraid that some burly man would rush into his room with a gun and shoot him in the head... a certain holeless socket stuck to the back of his head lived every day. He was also worried, against Dumbledore and Harry Potter, he only dared to hide his soul in the depths of Quirrell's soul during the day, for fear that some big muscle bully would find out.

As for Harry, he found something on the back of Quirrell's head on the first day of class, but he wasn't sure what it was, but he felt vaguely familiar until one day Dumbledore told him After the point about Voldemort...

In the exclusive room of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Harry is maintaining his armor:

Check the servo motors and reactors, and then check every line that may be faulty. Since most of the inter-universe battles cannot be quickly repaired by nanomachines, the fighters under the joint headquarters will more or less learn a little maintenance And the knowledge of maintaining one's own weapons and armor, of course, more troublesome failures must be handed over to technical sergeants.

While maintaining his weapon, Harry was thinking about how to deal with Quirrell. The latter is an unlucky guy. At least he hasn't killed anyone or done any heinous things, so he has to find a way to get rid of the guy on the back of his head. With the soul stripped off, the Thousand Sons Think Tank was able to do this easily, but Harry is only the think tank of the Wrath Warriors, and he can use a lot of fighting spirits, so it's really difficult for him to do this kind of delicate work.

Now it seems that we can only gradually collect the soul characteristics of these two people, and then complete their work in one battle. Although the forced stripping will make Quirrell lie down for a year or two, it is better than losing his life.

Just as he was thinking about something, Harry sensed four panicked souls rushing into the corridor. Afterwards, he put down his work, walked to the door, opened the door and picked up the four little ones outside. Come in, not only that, they are holding a box in their hands, and there is a little Charmander lying in the box, which is taking a nap.

"So... Ron, Hermione, Neville... and Draco," Harry looked at the four of them huddled in front of him, "Night Tour, with a dragon, almost caught by the castle warden, Barge into my hallway..."

"I'm so sorry Professor, but it's all Malfoy's fault!"

Ron quickly sold Draco next to him. The latter wanted to say something, but after his eyes met Harry's, his knees softened and he fell to his knees. Not only that, but Draco also After pulling Ron down, the two of them are now in a five-body posture, so that Hermione and Neville next to them don't know what to do and can only stand there in embarrassment.

"Get up, because you have provided me with a good fun, I will not pursue your mistakes. Now, tell me the whole thing from beginning to end."

Under Hermione's quick and concise description, Harry understood what was going on. After calling the house elves to give each of the four children a glass of pumpkin juice and a pie, he said:

"I'll keep this dragon here first. You can come and have a look at it when I'm free after the course is over. Of course, I'll talk to Hagrid... Actually, I'll take the little dragon too" Foster' with Hagrid, you know what I mean?"

"Understood, Hagrid can't keep the little dragon, but you can, but you don't have time, so you want to foster the little dragon with Hagrid..." Draco is indeed well-informed, and he loves and loves the nobles the most. The commonly used methods are very familiar. Seeing that the child is so good, Harry nodded in satisfaction and continued:

"Okay, go back to sleep after eating, don't get caught again."

After speaking, Harry continued his maintenance work, but the four children were attracted by the decorations in the room:

This is an extremely large room, and the furniture inside is also specially prepared for Harry. There is a big bed, a table and a chair. In front of the two walls, there are two bookshelves, one tall and one short. There are books, and the slightly shorter bookshelf is full of fitness equipment and a long sword.

In short, except for some tall furniture, the children didn't see those wonderful things here, such as human beings who were shrunk down and kept in cages, or some eerie torture devices... ...The most conspicuous ones are the golden armor and the person who is maintaining the armor.

"Professor, we're done eating."

"Okay, let's go," said Harry without looking up. "Oh, by the way, tell Hagrid to take that big dog away. He doesn't need it to guard things anymore."

After thinking about it, Harry added with a hint of a smile:

"That thing was put here with me, well, go back quickly."

"Oh……"

But Ron looked back at Harry before going out, and he asked a little cautiously: