Comprehensive HP on the Possibility of Dual Cultivation of Magic and Martial Arts

It has been a whole week since he came back from another world, and Mirkota started to prepare for his practice in the Himalayas.Before that, Mirkoda was still worried about whether there would be a scene where things were different.As a result, the two of them spent four hours here in Middle-earth for more than four months.When he went back, he accidentally messed up the study that the house elves had just tidied up.

It was Severus' birthday in two days, and Mirkoda decided to celebrate his birthday before leaving.On Kingsman's side, he received a long-term undercover mission under the hands of drug dealers in the Golden Triangle region of Asia. He only needed to send files and messages back regularly.Almost everything is sorted out, and Mirkota has another letter from Voldemort, or can I call it a love letter?Ignoring the large sections of flashy sonnet arias, the key point is just one sentence: "Basically all the Horcruxes have been recovered, please review." Mirkoda could only spare time, and asked his little friend Voldemort to run together Borrow the Gryffindor sword from Headmaster Dumbledore.

Ravenclaw's diadem was taken from the Room of Requirement, and all the Horcruxes were laid out on Dumbledore's desk, waiting to be stabbed.Looking at the somewhat different Voldemort, Dumbledore had mixed feelings: "Tom, you really have changed!"

"It's boring to be the same, and it's healthier to change." Voldemort retracted the sting that exploded when he saw Dumbledore, and said calmly. "I want to retire now so that I can walk around with Mi Ke."

"Then what about your Death Eaters?" Not only Dumbledore, but also Voldemort had a headache at the thought of a group of troublemakers.The others are easy to deal with, they are all Mirkoda's fanboys and fans, and they can't make trouble if they let themselves go.As for the two thorns of the Lestrange couple, they are just like two dicks, and they will be blown up for you in minutes.

"Why don't I cheat my death?" The bad idea little expert is online again.

Mirkoda shot Voldemort with a shudder on the back of his head: "Can you think of something better? If you cheat yourself to death, believe it or not, those two can bring a group of backs to accompany you?"

"Mike~" Voldemort looked at her with teary eyes: "Take it easy~"

Ignoring someone's doggy eyes, Mirkoda went on to say: "And even with holy water, it will take several years or even ten years to warm and nourish the soul, and it may even be decades."

Dumbledore said: "An opportunity can be used to slowly fade the Dark Lord out of people's sight."

"For example, a savior appeared?" Mirkoda said casually.

Voldemort suddenly had a flash of inspiration: "Why don't you come and be a savior, Miko? You can make a prophecy or something. The destined girl feeds the devil with her body, influences the Dark Lord, sacrifices herself and saves the world?"

Mirkoda fiddled with the sorting hat, pulled out the Gryffindor sword, and drew it towards Voldemort: "I'll kill you, you stupid bastard, what do you mean by feeding demons with your body?"

Dumbledore hurriedly stopped Milkoda, and Voldemort jumped up and down and screamed: "I don't care, I don't care, I want Mikota to be the savior, and I will continue to make trouble if I change someone else."

Mirkoda laughed angrily: "You are such a majestic Dark Lord, it should be funny if you don't make trouble, right?"

Dumbledore also thought about it, and felt that Voldemort was right.Milkoda's support group has a large number of people, covering all walks of life. The rules of the group are jointly formulated, very strict, and basically will not affect anyone's interests.Besides the Lestrange couple, the rest of the Death Eaters are members of the support group. During normal conflicts, they also strictly abide by the agreement of not killing people and setting fires, but only making small troubles. The Death Eaters branch can completely continue exist.

"Mirkoda." Dumbledore held both hands of Mirkoda: "For the peace of the wizarding world, you accept Tom!"

"... Wouldn't it be more straightforward for me to kill him?" Mirkoda looked at the two with fishy eyes.With his handkerchief in his mouth, Voldemort rolled to the corner of the wall with a whimper.

Dumbledore and Voldemort were given full authority over the next operation, and they left Voldemort with the prepared holy water, and Mirkoda rushed to pack his bags and go to practice.After celebrating Severus's birthday, he told his family that they must pick up the Evans couple in Renesons in August.In March, Mirkota left England for Tibet.

When he came to Tibet, Mirkoda followed the pilgrims and walked towards the Himalayas on foot.Do not use magic, eat and sleep in the wind, strictly follow the requirements of Gu Yi, and feel the power of nature step by step.Especially near the snow-capped mountains, Milkoda felt a large amount of wind element, water element and ice element were extremely active, which made her almost be controlled and decomposed into elements.

After successfully climbing Mount Everest, Mirkoda knocked on the door of the temple, and it was Gu Yi himself who greeted her.

"You are finally here, Mirkoda." Gu Yi brought Mirkoda to the practice room. "This is where you rest and meditate from now on. Except for my lectures, you can go to the library to study anything you want."

Mirkoda put down his luggage and looked at Gu Yi: "I still don't understand why you want me to learn secret arts from you."

"It's your thoughts that really brought you here. I just hope you can control your own power." Gu Yi continued: "You also find that you will dream of other worlds from time to time, and they all exist. Yes, you have been there and had an experience. You were real to the people there, even if there was another you in it. This trip to another world is just a part of your soul The time and space power of the world has become stronger again, and if it is not controlled, it will cause you or your family and friends to be drawn into other worlds."

"Okay, so what should I do?"

"As a traveler in time and space, the first step you have to do is to strengthen your spiritual power and control yourself through meditation, so that you can retract freely."

"It's the same as practicing martial arts!"

"The learning process of everything is similar. You must first learn to restrain yourself before you can liberate your nature. Your attributes are wind, water, and ice, and you can specialize in this area of ​​secret art."

"Can you teach me the arbitrary door with the fire ring?"

"...you'd better meditate before you talk."

Since entering the temple, Mirkoda has entered into a hard life of practice, and every other month, he has to go to the nominal organization to stay for a week to carry out undercover missions.At the beginning, Mirkoda refused. If it weren't for Kingsman's request for semi-annual reports and summaries, she would have been able to show up once a year.

Every time you go from the holy temple in the Himalayas to the drug den, you need to climb over Mount Everest and float along the Mekong River.Even with Apparition, it takes several times to reach the destination.Fortunately, Mirkoda is still just a young man, who belongs to Mengxin, and has no important things to do. He made an alchemy doll and fooled it casually.Usually, the daily routine is left to the puppet. If something special happens, the puppet will notify Mirkoda and ask her to solve it in person.

Later, when Mirkoda couldn't see her tossing her back and forth, she handed over the arbitrary door to her, and the situation improved a lot.However, after this period of training, Milkoda's apparition became much more proficient.When rushing from the temple to the past, you only need to turn twice, and you don't need a wand.Of course, if the ostentation is ignored, any door is more useful.However, everyone else drew circles of red fire, only Mirkoda could draw circles of white fire.Gu Yi explained that it was because of Milkoda's attributes.Let's play!No matter how other ice attribute mages draw red, it is definitely the reason why this old guy doesn't know how to make it up!Mirkota thought inwardly.

Gu Yi was a good teacher, so Mirkoda couldn't figure out why Casillas wanted to kill her for the position of Supreme Mage.Is ambition all that important?But since Gu Yi himself didn't say anything, Mirkoda swallowed his doubts and continued to study.

The more she learned, the more Mirkota felt ignorant.In the first five years, Mirkoda planted himself in the temple, except for doing tasks when necessary, and only read books and meditated.Now, since Milkota was thrown to the Holy Temple in New York by Gu Yi, she had to accept another long-term international mission.In fact, what Mirkoda wanted to go to the most was Hong Kong Temple. She said that she had been pestering Gu Yi for more than a month for the food stalls and snacks in Hong Kong, but she was still suppressed and thrown back to Manhattan.

In New York, Mirkoda found that it was not peaceful at all, all kinds of messy monsters and super villains came one after another, but fortunately, those superheroes came out to save the world.New York is smashed into a mess every few days, and the progress bar of reconstruction can hardly keep up with the speed of destruction.Even so, the U.S. Ministry of Magic sits firmly on the Diaoyutai, and no wizard will come out to help rebuild the work.

I couldn't help saving a little girl, and when I was about to modify her memory, the little girl hugged Mirkoda fiercely: "Thank you, superhero."

"..." Mirkoda was stunned for a second: "I am not."

"So you're the X-Men?"

"..." Are children nowadays so rich in imagination? "No."

"Then you are a wild mutant?"

"Pfft! Sorry!" A middle-aged man with blue eyes sitting in a wheelchair couldn't help laughing.

"...Child, it's time for you to go home. Your mother is here to pick you up." Mirkoda stroked the little girl's head, and pushed her into the arms of the woman who ran all over.

"Sorry." The middle-aged man rocked his wheelchair and followed behind Mirkoda. "I'm Charles Xavier. Usually they call me Charles or Professor X."

"..." Ignore him, continue to leave.

"I founded the X□□ier Academy for Gifted and Talented Youth, referred to as X Academy, which specializes in recruiting mutant students." Charles shook the wheelchair, and was quickly left behind by Mirkoda. "..." Charles found that he couldn't read the girl's thoughts and memories. This was the first time this happened, so she must be a mutant. (Mirkoda: Hehe!)

"Crack!" With a sound, Mirkoda, who walked five meters away, suddenly turned around, and a precarious bulletin board on a tall building finally fell down. The man she was following just now was in the range of being smashed, Mirkoda Instantly moved to the front of Charles.

"Ah! Are you interested in X Academy?" Charles habitually showed a charming smile.However, for Mirkoda who is slightly face blind, he can only express it with hehehe.

"Eh? Eh, eh, eh!" The fact that Professor X, who was 1.8 meters tall, was carried away by a girl who was only 1.7 meters [-], is definitely black history, and there is no such thing.Charles struggled to no avail, so he could only comfort himself silently. Fortunately, those naughty bastards in the college didn't see it. "That... miss, even if you contradict what I said, you don't have to..."

"Boom!" As soon as he left the dangerous area, the billboard slammed down, smashing someone's wheelchair into pieces.

"...(O_O)" ← This is Mirkoda who forgot to carry the car with her.

"...Σ(дlll)" ← This is Charles being carried on his shoulders.

"Sorry." Still under the influence of the ice element, Mirkoda's facial paralysis attribute was strengthened, and even if he apologized, he kept a cold face and put on a proud posture.

It seems to be because Mirkota really felt sorry for Charles in his heart. After all, he is a disabled person. Without a wheelchair, it is equivalent to losing half of his life.Now that the whole street is undergoing renovations, it's not good to throw people casually on the street. Although he is a bit chatty, since he claims to be a professor, he may be considered a good person... right?

The moment Mirkota apologized, Charles felt that he was strangely connected to her thoughts, although it was only for a moment.In other words, when the girl's mood fluctuates greatly, she can read her mind.

"address."

"Uh... can I change my posture?" A big man was folded in half and hung on the girl's shoulders. This shape was really ugly.

Changing to the position of holding a child, Charles sat on Mirkoda's forearm, feeling ashamed and angry, especially when she was still holding it with one hand. "Or you'd better let me down."

Mirkoda said blankly: "Trouble!" It was changed into a princess hug.