Harry Potter: Martial Arts Professor at Hogwarts

"Yes!" Fudi raised his left hand, squeezed his fist thoughtfully, and said in a deep thought: "I have more ideas about how to build my body."

Now this body is enough to exert 80.00% of its magical ability, which really makes him feel incredible.

At this moment, a painful groan suddenly came from his feet.

The thin man who was lying on the ground moved, and his hands started to fumble around, trying to grab something.

"Master! I was careless! Maybe it's because the wand doesn't belong to me, so the spellcasting power isn't enough!" Rookwood knelt on the ground and said with some panic.

"I don't blame you!" Voldemort smiled with great interest, "It seems that the Ministry of Magic is not full of money, there are still people who can do practical things."

He drew out his wand and flicked it at the thin man. "Imperio!"

Under the effect of the Imperius Curse, the thin man got up with a dull expression, and stared blankly at the distant sea.

"Name."

The thin man whispered, "Adams Fitch."

Rookwood walked up to Adams, looked at the dull face and said, "Adams? Master, if I remember correctly, he should be from the Ministry of Magic."

Voldemort shook his wand again, "Tell me, where did you come from? What is your purpose?"

"I'm a staff member of the Department of Magical Sports and Sports. I'm investigating magical animals in Albania to prepare for the Triwizard Tournament."

"The Triwizard Tournament?" Voldemort rested his knuckles on his chin with great interest, "Is that the ancient contest from more than 700 years ago?"

"Yes, the three magic schools are preparing to reopen the Triwizard Tournament. The Magic Sports Department needs to collect data from all over Europe to prepare for the competition."

"The venue for the Triwizard Tournament has been determined?"

"According to the notification I received, this time the competition will be held at the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The English Ministry of Magic will take the lead. The Department of Magical Sports needs to collect a lot of data and prepare the required materials and data."

"Very good! Let's go!"

Voldemort flicked his wand again, and Adams turned deftly, walking towards the crack at the bottom of the cliff.

Rookwood lowered his head slightly and followed behind him with a respectful look on his face.

Standing between the three of them, Voldemort narrowed his eyes slightly, lost in thought.

He created many Horcruxes, one in Hogwarts and another in a cave.

The Horcruxes in Lestrange's vault may have been taken away.

Dumbledore can even use this Horcrux to generate various associations, and guess where he hides the Horcrux.

Originally, Voldemort still thought about getting rid of Adams after he had used him, so that he could be done once and for all.

Now it seems that this employee of the Ministry of Magic is still useful. He can just use the Imperius Curse to temporarily control him and inquire about more news about the Triwizard Tournament.

He wanted to sneak into Hogwarts again and take away the hidden Horcrux, so that he could feel more at ease.

The space inside the gap was pitch black, and Voldemort raised the wand in his hand high, and then swung it violently

The magic he left behind was activated, and a faint green light glowed on the wall, illuminating the space.

The green light of the rock wall followed them all the way until they came through the gap and came to the wide cave.

"Damn it!" Voldemort cursed suddenly, already clenched the wand in his hand, and several sparks burst out from the tip of the wand.

This place has indeed been invaded, not only the bones on the ground have been cleaned up, but there is also a bare hole in the distance, and a mess around the hole.

The entrance of the hole originally needed blood to stimulate it, which is why he brought Adams here.

When the hole is activated by blood, an arch made of mithril will appear.

This arch is a collection he got from a pure-blood family, which is very suitable for his aesthetic and taste.

However, the silver arch is gone. From the mess on the ground, it can be concluded that this arch was dug away by someone!

It was the first time he had seen someone break into this place, and they would remove all the doors, it was simply unforgivable!

"Appare Vestigium!"

The gold powder flew out from the tip of the wand, but it just fell in the cave, leaving the silhouettes of students one after another.

In addition, there was a walking figure on the rock wall, but no outline was formed at the entrance of the cave.

There is only one reason for this result - the door thief directly used brute force to tear down the arch!

What kind of wizard is this!

Can you tell me some basic magic logic!

Does it have the blood of a giant?

Why did you use brute force to tear down my door!

Voldemort is getting more and more angry now, wishing that Adams would be bitten by a killing curse.

A tall figure suddenly appeared in his mind. This figure had slapped him on the ground like a fly two years ago.

"It must be that Kong Nuo!" He gritted his teeth, trying not to let the sound come out from the gap between his teeth, and let out a "hissing" sound like a poisonous snake.

Rookwood began to compliment very inappropriately, "As expected of the noble Dark Lord! A descendant of Slytherin! Is there a need to use Parseltongue here? It's so subtle..."

"Shut up!" Voldemort couldn't bear it anymore, and yelled at Rookwood who was about to say something.

"Master! I kept it!" Luke Wood immediately fell to his knees, "You have surpassed the former Slytherin and reached an unprecedented height. You have made history!"

The so-called reaching out and not hitting the smiling face, facing Rookwood's respectful appearance, Voldemort really couldn't continue to get angry, so he could only forcefully swallow his anger in his stomach.

"Get up! August! Let's move on!" He said coldly, leading Adams to the corridor leading to the cave.

The bones inside the tunnel were also cleaned up, which made Voldemort's uneasiness even more obvious.

Although he knew that there was an army of corpses in the cave in front of him, and there was a potion of despair in a lake, which was enough to discourage most wizards.

But he was still guilty. He was afraid that a hole had been opened in the cave by brute force, and the potion of despair and the army of corpses had all flowed away along that hole.

Although this kind of thing is very illogical, but he still inevitably has such associations.

The end of the corridor was close at hand, but Voldemort's footsteps were getting slower and slower. He wanted to avoid the cave entrance emitting a faint light, and he didn't want to know what happened in the cave.

He seemed to have seen the army of corpses engulfed by the potion of despair, rushing towards him along the hole, trying to wash him away with him...