When Harry, Ron, and the others walked into the combat classroom, they found that all the tables and chairs had been cleared. "Red Hood" Jason Todd was standing at the lectern, holding the class roster in his hand, while "Winter Soldier" James Baines was guarding a large box.
Neither of the two captains were talkative people, and they looked a little serious, so the students who came in were consciously divided into two groups (Gryffindor and Slytherin). Harry naturally stood beside Ron.
Seeing that almost everyone had arrived, Jason clapped his hands and said, "First, let me introduce myself. I'm Jason Todd. You can call me Jason or Todd, but don't call me Professor, Teacher, or Coach. The general goal of this combat class is to teach everyone some basic combat knowledge and train everyone's physical skills, so we will have some classes in the United Building. "
The Joint Building was the newly built dormitory for international students. Its full name was "Hogwarts, Marvel, and DC Joint Education Activity Building." Under the cooperation of the three parties, the six-story villa with an area of about 200 square meters had been built on Wednesday. They were currently adding some basic facilities, and the international students could officially move in on the weekend. As far as Harry knew, the building was an activity area except for the top two floors. There was no lack of a gym, entertainment room, and library. There were probably also rooms for combat training.
The Hogwarts children had probably visited the construction site in the past few days, and they looked forward to the Joint Building. Hearing this, they could not help but whisper among themselves. Jason smiled and did not stop them. He just continued in his steady but authoritative voice. "Considering that the Hogwarts wizard robes are not very suitable for training, we have prepared some training clothes that are convenient for movement. Next, please go to Mr. Baines to collect your clothes according to your name."
Jason called out names according to the roster, and the children lined up to collect their training clothes. Harry was secretly worried that his name would not be on the list while he waited. In the end, after everyone had collected their clothes, Baines took out a set of clothes from the bottom of the box and smiled. "Harry Potter, we didn't know which day you would be taking, so we have already prepared it."
"Thank you!" Harry quickly took the clothes and thanked Baines. Baines smiled back at him, then folded the box and put it aside.
Harry felt that although this iron-armed young man was not very talkative, he seemed to be more gentle.
Some of the students who received the clothes could not help but unwrap them to take a look. They asked loudly, "Teach … Mr. Todd, are we going to put them on now?"
"Not today," Jason said. "In the future, please wear your training uniform before class. The content of today's lesson is: Understand what combat is, and why we need to learn combat. " Jason paused for a moment and glanced at the children below the stage. "Perhaps some of you children think that since you're wizards and know magic and can kill people with a spell, why do you still need to learn these muggles' lessons?"
The Gryffindor students did not respond for a moment, but Harry subconsciously glanced at Slytherin and saw the pale and thin young Malfoy frowning slightly.
Since entering Hogwarts, Harry had been trying to get along well with his classmates. He had been relatively successful in Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw, but when dealing with Slytherin, Harry could always sense some estrangement. It was not that Slytherin were unapproachable, but it seemed that most Slytherin did not intend to interact with the outside world, choosing to stick to their pride and reserve.
"Arrogance." Ron snorted at this. "Harry, why do you have to get close to Slytherin? I always think they're annoying guys, not to mention that they always produce black wizards."
"It's not arrogance, it's prejudice." Harry could only say this and then shrugged. To be honest, it was indeed easier to deal with the Gryffindor.
Jason sneered again. "But, I don't think anyone in this classroom can defeat me."
A Gryffindor could not help but raise his hand — Harry remembered that he was Ron's roommate, called Seamus — and shouted, "Mr. Todd, but you're a superhuman!"
"I'm not," Jason said calmly. Jason said calmly, "I'm not the only one. Artemis from our school isn't either. Red Robin Tim Drake isn't either. Perhaps some of you have heard of Batman. He doesn't have superpowers, but he's a hero who's on an equal footing with Superman. In addition, Iron Man, Mr. Stark, Black Widow, Ms. Romanov, and the others from Marvel Academy are not superhumans. "
The children listened in a daze. "I'm saying this to tell you that in addition to superpowers and magic, there are other reliable abilities in this world: wisdom, consciousness, physical skills, and machinery."
Jason picked up his red hood from the podium and said to Baines, who was standing at the side with his arms crossed, "I've always wanted to fight with you."
"I don't have as good a mentor as you," Baines said, but he smiled and put down his arms.
Jason raised his eyebrows and turned to the children. "Next, I'm going to have a combat demonstration with Mr. Baines. Please be sure to observe carefully."
"Yes!" The two academies and Harry subconsciously took a few steps back, leaving enough space for the two of them.
Jason pulled some distance away from Baines. After looking at each other, they threw out a punch at the same time, causing the students to scream. However, Baines' iron fist did not land on Jason. Jason had already changed his position at the same time as he threw out the punch, and just happened to dodge the attack. But Jason's fist also did not hit Baines. Instead, it hit the wooden podium and broke a corner of the podium.
Ron nervously clenched his fist. "Will Mr. Todd be hurt?" In his opinion, Baines had at least one weapon — the iron arm, but Jason was completely physical.
Most of the others also felt that Jason was the weaker party, but after a few moves, everyone found that the two were roughly equal. Although Baines was skilled and had the support of the Iron Arm, Jason's attacks were quite fierce and ruthless, and each move was close to the other.
Seeing that Baines had already knocked Jason to the ground, Jason calmly blocked Baines' punch with his arm amidst the crowd's exclamations. He actually used the momentum to kick Baines down and continued to counterattack.
"Does he not feel pain?" A girl was about to cry.
"Willpower." Harry heard Hermione's voice and turned to look. She was frowning slightly as she looked at the two people in the arena. Seeing Harry turn back, she continued, "Just now Mr. Todd said that there are some reliable abilities in this world, such as willpower."
That was why Jason could withstand Baines' full strength punch and turn the tables without batting an eyelid.
Although Baines looked a little gentler, he was very cold in a fight. After another stalemate with Jason, the two of them tacitly paused for a moment, stopped at the same time, and stepped back.
The nervous children on the sidelines all breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the two with admiration in their eyes. (Some of the girls even became the two's fangirls after this class.)
Jason took off his hood and exchanged glances with Baines. They were both appreciative of each other.
Harry sighed. "Ron, they're done."
"I know …" Ron's voice was trembling. "It was wonderful."
"I mean," Harry touched his nose with his left hand, "I still need this arm."
Ron looked down and saw that he was holding Harry's arm tightly, and Harry was already grimacing in pain. He was so scared that he quickly let go and rubbed Harry's arm.
Jason waited for the discussion to die down before he spoke again and said seriously, "I think now everyone has a more intuitive understanding of combat. What Mr. Baines and I demonstrated just now can be seen as a hand-to-hand combat. Actually, I'm better at fighting with weapons, and Mr. Baines is also an excellent gun master. But currently, our professors have not reached a consensus on whether you need to touch guns, so I won't talk about it for now. I'll just say one thing: that is more exciting and more dangerous. "
"Do the wizards need to learn combat skills? I'd like to hear your opinions. " Jason glanced at the young wizards with serious expressions, and then motioned for Hermione, who had her hand raised high, to speak.
Hermione said without hesitation, "Yes. Wizards, especially the young wizards, can't protect themselves with just wands. "
Jason nodded and didn't make any comments. He then looked at the Slytherin, but the reserved Slytherin still showed their reserved style, and everyone kept their mouths shut.
Jason just smiled and continued, "No matter what your current opinion is, this class has already started, and I hope you can make some progress. Our students also hope to be able to fight with you in order to improve their abilities. "
Jason's last sentence caused some panic among the students. "He wants us to fight with superpowered people?!" The young wizards had seen most of the abilities displayed by the foreign students when they were building the houses. Super strength, super speed, super lasers …
"What do they want to do to the wizarding world?" Ron, who was worried sick, grabbed Harry and asked.
Harry, on the other hand, seemed to be thinking about something. He didn't answer the question and said, "I say, wizards should be superpowered people compared to Muggles, right?"
The enthusiastic discussion about the combat class continued until the next morning. As soon as Harry walked out of his dorm, he heard several Gryffindor talking about Jason Todd. When Ron saw Harry, he immediately came over and grabbed him. "Come with us for breakfast."
Harry thought about the class schedule he had chosen. This morning, he had to attend Snape's Potionology class with Gryffindor and Slytherin, so he nodded and left with the Gryffindor. Speaking of which, Harry still couldn't guarantee that he would be able to walk to the cafeteria safely after a week, so he usually had to follow others.
The people at the Gryffindor table were already familiar with Harry, who appeared here from time to time. Many of them greeted him, and the twins even specially made a seat for him, squeezing Percy to the side.
After Harry sat down, he realized that he seemed to be surrounded by the Weisles brothers. Ron, who was on his left, enthusiastically served him oatmeal. On his right, Fred (or George?) Immediately helped him sprinkle sugar on it. Harry paused for a moment and asked hesitantly, "What's the matter?"
Ron smiled awkwardly. Fred (or George?) Immediately moved closer to Harry and asked, "Harry, I heard that Mr. Todd will teach us Kung Fu in the combat class?"
"Not Chinese Kung Fu, combat skills." Harry vaguely remembered that there was a combat class for the seniors today, so he said, "Mr. Todd and Mr. Baines also demonstrated a real combat, right, Ron?"
The twins looked at each other and asked in unison, "Can we use guns?"
Harry choked on his oatmeal, and Ron quickly patted his back. Percy, who was watching on the other side, helplessly handed over a tissue and interrupted, "No guns, no weapons — this is what the professors said."
Percy was the head of the class. Although he had not yet attended the combat class, he knew a little about it.
What surprised Harry was that the Weisles twins actually had this idea. He thought that the wizards were still stuck in the era of cold weapons. He later found out that Mr. Arthur Weisles was a fanatic of Muggle culture, so the children in the Weisles family more or less had some understanding of the Muggle world.
The twins were not sad for long before the owl messengers arrived. Hundreds of owls flew around the dining table and dropped the letters in front of their respective owners. Harry was already used to this. He just chatted with Ron while eating his porridge. "Fortunately, the wizards use owls and not pigeons to send the letters."
Ron took a big bite of his bread and asked vaguely, "Why?"
"Because pigeons have short rectums, so they eat, poop, fly, poop …" Harry tasted a mouthful of porridge and felt that it was a little bland, so he reached for the sugar jar. "Then the Hogwarts will have a road to 'poop'."
Ron looked at his own owl falling into his porridge bowl and sighed. "Harry, sometimes I'm really glad that I don't know all this Muggle knowledge."
The Weisles family shared an owl for financial reasons, but they did not have many letters, so the old owl could handle it. Ron opened the package and found that his mother had sent him a packet of homemade toffee and a thick letter. "Oh, it must be Ginny writing again." He first handed the letter to his brothers, then distributed the toffee to the students around him. He turned around and saw that Harry's snowy owl had also landed.
Hedwig had never brought anything for Harry since school started. She would occasionally peck the boy's ear and ask for some bread crumbs, then go back to the owl house with the other owls to sleep. But today, she landed steadily in front of Harry and lowered her head to put a note on his plate.
Harry was surprised and a little surprised. While feeding Hedwig food, he opened the note and saw a messy message.
"Dear Harry, I know you don't have class on Friday afternoon. Can you come and have tea with me around three in the afternoon? I'd like to know how your first week went. Please let Hedwig give me a reply. Haig. "
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
