Professor Kamia Lovegood walked aggressively through the long corridor of the Hogwarts.
She grabbed a student in each hand.
She dragged them into the teacher's office. This was the place where the teachers who had no classes would drink coffee and have small meetings.
When Kamia pushed the door open and entered, Professor Flitwick was standing on the table performing a magic trick for Professor Mcgonagall and the others.
A snow-white rabbit crawled out of the magic hat that had fallen to the ground and sniffed around.
It skipped past Kamia's feet and jumped out of the door.
Seeing that all the professors had returned to their "Model of Teaching" mode, Kamia pushed the two students in her hands to the front. Professor Mcgonagall saw that the two boys' expressions were not right.
She asked, "Kamia, what's wrong with these two children?"
Kamia did not look at Professor Mcgonagall. Instead, she looked at the two boys and said, "Why don't you explain yourselves? Why did you fight in class?"
"Fight?" Professor Flitwick had already hidden his magic toy. When he heard this, he could not help but look at the two students seriously. It was not that he thought that a fight between children was a rare thing. The key was that with Kamia's style, she would at most stand on the side and applaud when students fought. As for mediating the dispute? It did not exist.
Looking at the two boys again,
Although there were some bruises on their faces,
But none of them were serious. Then why did Kameya come to the office?
Professor Mcgonagall recognized one of the Gryffindor.
She immediately straightened her face and asked, "What happened?"
Gryffindor rubbed his nose and lowered his head. He said in a muffled voice, "He provoked me first."
Looking at the school uniform on the other boy,
It was a Slytherin.
Professor Mcgonagall called the acting dean, "Horace.
Come here for a moment. "
Horace Slughorn was the former dean of Slytherin. Because of Snape's temporary absence, he was asked to leave the mountain by Dumbledore. However, the old man had always been someone who did not care about anything. As he got older, he was more interested in desserts and fine wine than in the affairs of the academy. When Slughorn heard Professor Mcgonagall's voice, he moved out from behind the desk and asked as if he had just seen Kamia, "Ah, what's going on?"
"They got into a fight in my class," Kamia explained simply.
"Fighting is wrong. Hmm, you know what? Fighting is wrong." Slughorn gently repeated this sentence several times. In the end, Professor Mcgonagall glared at him. He then looked at the little Slytherin and asked, "Why are they fighting?"
The little Slytherin straightened his back, but lowered his head and did not say a word. Little Gryffindor, who was at the side, could not help but snort loudly. "Professor Mag, you saw it. It's the Slythrin's venomous snake …"
Professor Mcgonagall hurriedly interrupted Gryffindor, "Don't say anything. What's going on outside? "
Kameya also heard the noise outside. As soon as she opened the door, she saw Moody, the Black Demon Defense Professor, and Tonks, the Combat Teaching Assistant, rushing over. As soon as Tonks saw them, he shouted, "Professors... fighting?"
Professor Mcgonagall pushed Kamia aside and rushed out. "The professors are fighting?"
Tonks slammed on the brakes, took a deep breath, and pointed behind him. "No! Gryffindor and Slytherin … they're fighting! "
When the professors came to the corridor, they saw that the courtyard of the castle was full of students. Two groups of students had obviously started fighting. The group of students who stuck their heads out of the windows seemed to be the curious Hufflepuff. As for the group of students who packed their bags and left in the other direction, it was probably the witty Ravenclaw.
While Kamia was having a headache trying to stop the fight, Harry was busy with his homework. That's right. Most protagonists' daily lives were fighting monsters, leveling up, falling in love, and being robbed by their love rivals. However, Harry's daily life was classes, homework, and credits. "Harry, you haven't been in class for a long time. If you don't do your homework, you won't be able to get enough credits!"
Hermione, who treated Harry like a little brother, had been worried about him for a long time. She made a copy of Harry's class schedule, and then copied the homework for each class in a small notebook, waiting for Harry to come back to finish it.
When Harry received the small notebook, his face was full of question marks. When he looked at the contents of the homework, he was even more confused. In order to pass the semester more easily, other than the combat classes, Harry took some courses that seemed easier to pass, such as Basic Applied Physics, History of Mutants, Manual Skills Training … In the end, the homework assigned by the teachers was like this:
Basic Applied Physics: Try to simulate and analyze the battle between Magneto and Iron Man.
Look at the teacher for this class. Well, Mr. Falcon, you probably won't be able to keep your bird costume.
History of Mutants: Please analyze who is the king of casualties in the school based on specific events.
Mr. Hank, you're really worried about the school!
Manual Skills Training: Master the technique of building a card tower in ten minutes.
Harry looked at the poker cards in his hand for a few seconds, and then looked at the class schedule. The teacher for this class was actually the king of cards?!
There's no other way, I'll just write.
Combat analysis seemed to be the most difficult to write. In order to save his life, Harry first introduced an "anti-magnetic armor" to Iron Man, and then wrote, "Both of them are outstanding leadership talents, so it is unlikely that they will fight alone." After that, he logically arranged several comrades for each of Magneto and Iron Man, successfully turning a duel into a team battle, and finally forced a draw. "Scarlet Witch and Hulk are on their way to support, but the blank space here is too small for me to write."
As for the evaluation of the king of casualties, Harry's first instinct was that Magneto would tear down stadiums and the Golden Gate Bridge. When he was in the mood, he would even attack the Earth. But this guy was too good at causing trouble, and Harry didn't want to touch his bad luck, so he turned his attention to other than the X-Men. Finally, he pulled out a person from the corner: Mr. Undead from the Great Lake Avenger. Mr. Undead rarely appeared in the school, but he was in a teaching position. Harry hadn't seen him since he came to the school, but he heard that he had a good personality, so he apologized and listed him as the king of casualties. "Because of Mr. Undead's special attributes, in theory, the casualties he causes can be infinitely increased, and even far exceed Wolverine."
After finishing two papers, Harry only felt that he was a useless wizard, but there was still the last card tower assignment. Without thinking too much, Harry took the cards out, turned left, and went downstairs. He found Pietro in the room playing Pac-Man. "Teach me how to build a card tower."
Pietro had always been very enthusiastic. He stopped the game and taught Harry step by step how to control the angle of the cards, how to use water and other tricks to increase the stability of the cards. After a few attempts, Harry could build a three-story mini tower by luck.
Pietro, on the other hand, used super fast speed to build the cards and asked, "Why do you suddenly want to learn this? Do you want me to ask Jeremy to teach you? He's much better than me! "
That's right, he's a professional. Speaking of this, Harry couldn't help but ask, "Why did the king of cards come to school to be a teacher? From the leader of thieves to the people's teacher, don't change your style too quickly. "
Pietro gently put the last card on the top of the tower and said with a smile, "Well, it's a long story. "You know my dad's temper, don't you? When he found out about me and Jeremy, he almost tore down the Eiffel Tower and killed Jeremy with it. Luckily, I was fast enough to escape with Jeremy. But we can't just keep running like this, so I asked Walter for help. Speaking of which, she didn't like the Purple Potato Fairy back then! With Walter's persuasion, my dad was finally willing to meet Jeremy, but the atmosphere was very bad. One moment, he said that Jeremy was too old, and the next, he questioned Jeremy's character. The worst thing was that he said that although I didn't do a proper job and didn't have much fighting ability, my family ran a school, a proper institution, while Jeremy ran a casino and was a thief. He wasn't a proper person. "
Looking at the scary smile on Pietro's face, Harry suddenly felt that he shouldn't have started this topic. "But Jeremy is clearly very good. He's handsome and can be a model. He can be a translator. He's also a first-rate fighter. He can be a coach. Gambling and stealing are just his hobbies!"
His hobbies were indeed not very proper!
Pietro sighed. "But my dad was biased. He took me back to school that day and asked the professor to teach me a lesson. Of course, the professor was very nice. He let me go after saying that the school didn't forbid puppy love. Then, he went to discuss school affairs with my dad. He flipped through a file and asked my dad, 'Erik, I received a resume today. It looks pretty good. Do you want to take a look?' My dad said, 'Aren't you in charge of everything in the school? If you think he's suitable, you can recruit him.' The professor said, 'Then I'll take him in. Hmm, he has good facial features, rich social experience, proficient in many languages, and an expert in French kickboxing …' Hahaha, my dad's face turned green at that moment! "
"So, the Ace of Cards was recruited just like that?" Harry's face almost turned green too. "In order to be with you legitimately?"
"Yes." Pietro pushed the tower down in the blink of an eye and started building it again. He said with a smile, "Actually, he's also running a casino or something. It's easier for us to see each other after entering the school. My dad really lost both his son and his army …"
So why am I sitting here and listening to Pietro show off his love? Harry fell into deep self-doubt.
"Speaking of which, you can only build three layers. Do you really not want me to ask Jeremy to teach you?" Pietro was in a better mood after showing off his love.
"No! No! This is the homework given by the Ace of Cards … "
"What? Isn't Jeremy teaching fencing? Why would he give you this kind of homework? "Pietro was puzzled.
Harry was even more confused. "When did this happen?"
"A few days ago. The professor said that the manual skills class should be left to Qian Huan to teach him how to sew uniforms by hand and how to use the kitchen, so he transferred Jeremy away."
Well, Harry had never taken this class. He didn't even know that the teacher had changed. But at least he didn't have to hand in the homework. Harry pushed the tower down and played poker with Pietro for a while before going back. He hadn't walked ten meters when he heard Professor X's voice.
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