Harry Potter: Martial Arts Professor at Hogwarts

"Thank me?" Kong Nuo felt a little surprised when he remembered what happened two days ago, "Did that succeed?"

"Success!" Nick, who was almost headless, nodded desperately. His head still had a little flesh attached to it. At this time, it was like a ball flying up and down, and it was weird and funny.

"I'm really...I'm so excited! I haven't thought I'll be able to taste food again after 500 years!"

"The smell of chicken! The smell of lamb! The smell of beef! Those foods, those desserts, everything I watched the students eat, I could taste it!"

Nearly Headless Nick started to cry as he spoke. Those tears stained his robe, which looked a bit oozing, just like the bloodstains of Barrow the Bloody Man.

"Uh..." Kong Nuo tried to put in the feeling of not being able to eat for 500 years, and seemed to understand the feeling of the almost headless Nick.

"Actually, I didn't do anything. Everything is based on your own attempts, which shows that you are quite lucky. This method actually works."

"No! No! No!" Nick, who was almost headless, began to shake his head, shaking his head left and right, it was really indescribable, "Thank you so much! It's because you inspired us!"

"We must do something to repay you. For example, we really feel sorry. Professor Kong! Look at how many great things you have done when you came to school!"

"You made Peeves so well-behaved, and you helped me so much that I didn't make a fool of myself at the Deathday party."

"I stole the limelight from the members of the Headless Hunter! The food prepared at the dinner almost didn't have enough food for them!"

Nearly Headless Nick actually has a hidden chatterbox attribute. He described the situation of the Death Day party with excitement, and told how he had face at the party.

Kong Nuo glanced at his magic watch and realized that it was almost time for evening class. He quickly interrupted the almost headless Nick's spellcasting process, "My exercise time is coming, why don't we talk later?"

Nearly Headless Nick immediately showed an embarrassed expression, "Sorry! Professor Kong! I almost delayed your business! You are the most self-disciplined and rigorous person I have ever seen except Principal Dumbledore, and you are the only one like this Only people can be so successful..."

The chatterbox attribute continued to work, and the series of rainbow farts by Nearly Headless Nick took up part of Kong Nuo's time.

"Professor Kong! There must be something we can help you with! You helped us solve such a big problem, no matter what, we hope we can do something for you."

"Do something..." Kong Nuosi thought about it, and it seemed that there was no other purpose except to gather these ghosts together as air conditioners.

He spread his hands and responded, "How about waiting for a chance later? I'll go first!"

Regarding the attitude towards the evening class, he has always been rain or shine. By the way, he can also see if Neville and Malfoy are not lazy at night.

Nearly headless Nick saw the back of Kong Nuo leaving in a hurry, and the admiration on his face was even greater.

"Nico, have you seen Professor Kong?" The fat monk suddenly came up from the ground.

Nearly Headless Nick responded: "I saw it, but he didn't ask for anything. He's just too virtuous!"

"That's true!" The fat monk agreed deeply, "Professor Kong should be the most special in the school! He treats everyone equally, and the students like him very much."

Nick, who was almost headless, agreed, "His life is still very regular, he wakes up first every morning, and then starts to practice, it is really hard work, success is not unreasonable..."

The two praised Kong Nuo like bards, and praised Kong Nuo to the sky, vaguely feeling like a contemporary Merlin.

Mainly because they're just too excited right now to get a taste of it, which can make their ghost lives a little less tedious and uninteresting.

"Nick, why don't we go to eat at the hour?" The fat monk suggested.

The appetite of ghosts can be said to be endless, as long as the candles and incense sticks are not burned out, they can eat as long as they want.

Nearly Headless Nick asked tentatively, "Your treat?"

The fat monk nodded sullenly, "Please! Please! Please! Today's death anniversary party is also the most treasure I burned, why are you so picky?"

Nearly Headless Nick smiled disapprovingly and said, "I'll treat you to a meal on the next centenary of your death!"

Kong Nuo's evening class was over, and when he came to his office, he found that Nearly Headless Nick had disappeared, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

click...

The door opened, and he noticed many jewels on the floor.

"Huh????? Could it be that the way I opened it was wrong?" Kong Nuo closed the door and opened it again.

The jewels were still lying there on the floor, a few strings of pearl necklaces, and a small bag of galleons, as if someone had left them in his office on purpose.

Thinking of what happened tonight, he clapped his hands, "Rabbi, are you there?"

"Here! Professor Kong!" The rabbi came out, still bowing at ninety degrees and in a respectful tone that was very familiar.

Connor asked, "Apart from Nearly Headless Nick, has anyone else been to my room tonight?"

The house elves are usually responsible for cleaning up the castle, so asking them about this matter is the most convenient and quickest.

The rabbi shook his head, "I'm going to find out about other house elves, Professor Kong, please wait a moment!"

Not long after, with the sound of "snap", the rabbi appeared again bowing at ninety degrees.

"Professor Kong! I've asked about the other house-elves, and only Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger have wandered around."

"They seemed to be waiting for something, and when Mr. Filch appeared nearby, they hurried away. Other than that, no one else was hanging around."

"Okay!" Since there was nothing abnormal, Kong Nuo did not pursue this matter any longer.

After all, this is a magic castle, and many things cannot be judged by common sense.Otherwise, the so-called secret room would not have been hidden for so many years.

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Filch returned to his office in a daze, climbed onto the bed without slippers, and looked at the ceiling in a daze.

The office has no windows, and is slightly dark and dirty. The air is filled with the unique smell of grilled fish and smoke.

He hooked his hands habitually, but he didn't hear the familiar meow, and muddy tears immediately flowed down the corners of his eyes.

He clenched his fist and hammered his heart violently: "The mandrake resurrection potion won't mature until the end of the school year. My Mrs. Norris can't wait that long!"