Harry Potter: Martial Arts Professor at Hogwarts

Hogwarts Castle didn't seem to have changed, and everything around it was the same as it was in Voldemort's memory.

Even the current environment made him feel extremely comfortable, and the warm wind gushing from time to time between the corridors made him feel like he was truly home.

It was just the occasional laughter between the floors, which disturbed him a little-the current Hogwarts students are really too noisy!

Voldemort cannot be entirely blamed for such stereotypes.

After all, when he was studying, he was in the period of the World War of Wizards.

Even if Grindelwald did not invade Hogwarts at the time, the overall atmosphere was relatively depressing.

As someone who has experienced it, Voldemort took the atmosphere at that time for granted, and naturally he could not understand the joyful learning environment of modern young people.

"The students of this generation have collapsed! They don't look like students at all! Dumbledore never managed the school at all! It's not as strict as Armando's!"

With his hands behind his back, Voldemort flew slowly up the moving stairs.

He was protected by the Illusion Curse, and he didn't care about the students who came out for night tours, and went straight to the eighth floor.

When he was halfway through the flight, there was a sound not far away.

"Hey! Seeing them going on like this, I don't know if another student will be late tomorrow."

"Meow……"

"Colin, why did you bring your brother out, what are you going to do?"

"Good evening Filch...we're hungry...so..."

"Going to steal food again, right? Don't be discovered by Professor Snape and McGonagall, or I won't be able to protect you!"

"Okay! Do you want to bring some cat food to Mrs. Norris?"

"No! Just go and come back quickly! Be careful!"

Obviously, this is a conversation between the Hogwarts janitor and the night tour students.

To Voldemort's heartache, the current janitor is not in good shape, and he actually tolerates students coming out for night excursions.

If it was in his era, the students who came out for night tours would be dragged to the office where the janitor was, and then hung in mid-air with chains, and severely whipped!

"Mrs. Norris, what's the matter with you? Did you find someone?"

"Meow……"

Voldemort raised his eyebrows, and saw a gray cat with smooth hair in the distance, approaching him poking around.

He didn't pay attention to that much, and continued to fly in the direction of the eighth floor, even faster than before.

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Mrs. Norris was still wriggling her nose. Filch picked it up and rubbed his back before asking, "Mrs. Norris, what did you find?"

"Meow! Meow! Meow!" Mrs. Norris's voice was urgent, and she looked a little nervous.

Filch's expression became serious, and he asked Madam Norris again: "You mean... there are intruders in Hogwarts?"

"Meow!"

Filch patted Mrs. Norris's head again, "Understood! Let's go and have a look first, and immediately notify Professor Kong and the principal if there is anything wrong!"

He has a trust ranking in his heart.

The first one is naturally Mrs. Norris, the main reason is of course that Mrs. Norris has followed me the longest;

The second reason is that Mrs. Norris herself has the blood of cat lizi, but it is relatively rare.

Mrs. Norris can always accurately sense who is violating the school rules nearby, relying on her residual cat and raccoon abilities.

It's just that Filch is no longer a Squib. As a "half-way home" wizard, he is now obviously more tolerant of the little wizards in the castle.

Therefore, he doesn't need Mrs. Norris to chase after the students, and he can even turn a blind eye to some students who steal food in the middle of the night.

Such a situation made the students change their views on Filch and Mrs. Norris, and some students even fed Mrs. Norris who passed by.

One person and one cat came to the corridor on the eighth floor. Mrs. Norris was still nervous, sniffing and sniffing.

However, as they searched in one corridor after another, they finally came to a tapestry.

"Meow!" Mrs. Norris sat on the ground, shaking her head in the direction of the tapestry.

"Is the intruder here?" Filch asked again.

"Meow!" Mrs. Norris arched her body, her gray hair was blown up, she let out a low growl, her eyes stared at the tapestry without blinking.

It was the first time for Filch to see Mrs. Norris in such a posture, and he immediately realized the seriousness of the situation.

He didn't want Mrs. Norris to get hurt, so he quickly wrote a note.

He handed it to Mrs. Norris, ready to send the desperate Mrs. Norris away.

"Since this is the case...you give this note to Professor Kong and ask him to come over."

Kong Nuo helped him get rid of his squib physique and naturally became his second trusted person.

This is the eighth floor, and the lounges of the two colleges are nearby.

Once the students are alarmed, especially the Gryffindor students, if these little lions who like to make trouble come out to join in the fun, it will be a big trouble.

Being able to sneak into Hogwarts silently is an extremely dangerous task no matter how you think about it.

Now that Filch's relationship with the students has eased, he will naturally think more about his personal feelings.

As soon as Mrs. Norris left, the wall where the tapestry was located had already changed.

The original tapestry of troll images disappeared, and it turned into a door with ornate shapes and intricate patterns.

The door made a creaking sound, and Filch saw a tall and thin figure through the crack of the door.

Filch quickly put on an attacking stance, tiptoed to one side, and began to wait with bated breath.

The door opened wider and wider, revealing a pale hand.

"Intruder! I advise you to give up your resistance!" Filch shouted violently, then grabbed his wrist and flipped it outward.

Voldemort heard a shout outside the door, and then felt that his wrist had been grabbed, and then his gaze changed...

He felt like he was flying in the sky, and he could even hear the whistling of the air around him.

Immediately afterwards, he changed from the sky to the ground, and fell to the ground with a "snap". The Ravenclaw crown on his head hit the ground directly, and his whole body was burning with pain.

"Huh?" Voldemort had never encountered such a situation before, and he was still in a dazed state, completely unable to figure out what happened.

Before the intruder could react, Filch quickly used his grappling skills, cut back the intruder's wrist, and used his body weight to push him down to the ground.

"Intruder! It's not necessary for you to say it now, but every word you say will become evidence in court!"

Immediately afterwards, he saw the intruder's extremely pale skin and the blue veins protruding from the back of his bald head, and his body instinctively felt something was wrong.