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

"Guardian!" A huge stag shot out from the tip of Harry's wand, knocking away the dementors that were about to attack him.Holding up his wand and directing the stag, Harry ran dozens of steps to find Dudley curled up on the ground.The second Dementor bent down, grabbed Dudley's wrist with his sticky hands, and lowered his hooded face directly to Dudley, as if about to kiss him.

"Grab it!" A female voice and Harry's voice sounded at the same time, and a silver polar bear rushed over, stomping the dementor under its feet.

"Are you all right?" A woman with chestnut hair and black eyes, wearing a black windbreaker, came out of the shadows.

"It's, it's okay, thank you." Harry stammered a little, he wasn't sure if the polar bear patron saint over there was looking at the person in front of him.

As the cloud that covered the moon drifted away, Harry saw the woman's face bit by bit, revealing that the cold eyebrows were still so familiar, but more mature than before.Harry was a little excited, as if he had something to rely on, "Mirkoda!"

"Harry!" Mirkoda opened his arms to catch Harry who was rushing towards him. "Put away your wand and leave everything to me."

"What?" Harry was still a little confused.

"Ministry of Magic, they will detect that someone is using magic here. So, you better insist that you are terrified and don't know anything." After Mirkota sent Mrs. Figg and Mundungus away, a Holding Dudley in his arms, he led Harry to Petunia's house with one hand. "Hey, young man, the weight is really heavy!"

Harry: ...you who can hold him with one hand is scary too, isn't it?

In the chaos, Mirkoda calmed Petunia and Vernon with a tranquilizing spell.He simply healed Dudley's bruises, poured a little easing agent and fed it, and Dudley's condition improved a lot.

At this time, a long-eared owl flew in and dropped a letter. Just as it was about to leave, it was dragged back by Milkoda.After reading the contents of the letter, Mirkoda took out a pen and wrote on the new back:

Dear Mr. Mafalda Hopkeke:

Unfortunately, this magical incident was caused by me.If it needs to be confirmed, I will bring a dementor captured from a Muggle settlement and a wand, and I will attend the hearing at the same time.

you are sincere

Milkoda Williams

Mirkota handed the letter back to the owl, and gave it another siq, and let it go after stroking its head.

"If you don't mind, can I stay and wait for a reply?" Mirkoda tilted her head and looked at Petunia cutely.

Petunia swallowed, and nodded in fear.Mirkoda said happily, "That's really great, I can help make dinner."

Harry didn't know what Milkoda had done to Aunt Petunia in the kitchen. It was the first time he saw Aunt Petunia smiling so tenderly, which was completely different from how she treated Dudley.After the happy dinner, Mirkoda received a letter from the Ministry of Magic.

"I need to go to the Ministry of Magic, so goodbye? And, thank you very much for the dinner, Mrs. Dursley." Milkoda bowed very politely, turned and opened the door to leave.

"If you don't have a place to live, you can live with Harry first." Petunia said blushing, and everyone at the table looked at her in amazement except for Milkoda.

Mirkoda nodded, her smiling eyes were crooked: No matter which world Petunia is, she is so gentle~

Harry→__→: I met a fake aunt.

Leaving the Little Whinging area, Milkoda first notified Dumbledore with the Evoker Guard, and then Apparated to the Ministry of Magic.After finding the Ministry of Magic's Improper Use of Magic Office, Mirkoda simply and rudely released the two dementors he had picked up from the road that were attacking Harry. They didn't even use the flashback spell, and the other party believed it.

Mafalda Hopkeke wiped her cold sweat: Can you not believe it?If you don't believe me, take the dementors around the house and scare people freely.

Perfectly solved the accident that Harry used magic outside the school, and saved him from an unnecessary hearing, Mirkota went to Diagon Alley to wait for Dumbledore contentedly.

About protection:

At the Leaky Cauldron, Mirkoda asked Tom for a private sitting room.After casually ordering some black tea and desserts, Mirkoda sat on the single sofa and flipped through the "Quran" given to her by the Afghan sages.

"You've grown up a lot, Mirkoda." Dumbledore took Snape to the Leaky Cauldron, and led by Tom, he found Mirkoda who had been waiting for a long time.

Mirkota put the bookmark on it, put the scriptures on the table aside, stood up and said, "Long time no see, gentlemen."

Dumbledore waved his hand and said, "I rushed to the Ministry of Magic as soon as I received the news from Mrs. Figg. You settled the matter before me and Fudge were too long. I have to say, fortunately, you came in time , is Harry okay?"

"It's not bad, but it's a little scary."

"Hmm~ This time, the great Mr. Potter is in the limelight again. He was able to attract the dementors from far away in Azkaban. And the knowledgeable and talented Miss Williams, you once again saved that self. Crazy." Snape said angrily, obviously he was dissatisfied with Mirkda's single-handedly helping Harry in the final match of the Trifinals.

Milkoda stared at Snape with an official expression, until Snape's ears were bright red, and he turned his head uncomfortably, then said to the two: "Penny invited me to live with Harry, so , until school starts, I will stay by Harry's side to protect him."

"That would be great, but..."

"No!" Dumbledore and Snape's voices sounded at the same time, Dumbledore looked at Snape teasingly, Snape turned his head away and muttered: "Do you still have to wait for him to live in his dormitory after school starts? Mr Potter is not a woman."

Milkoda raised his eyebrows and looked at him. Dumbledore felt that Snape's EQ had fallen to the bottom. No wonder he couldn't handle Milkoda no matter how he assisted him.

"I remember that I lived in your bedroom before. What? Do I need to remind you that there is an error in your perception of your gender?"

"Hmph!" Snape didn't speak, but kept secretly poking Dumbledore's waist.

"Mirkoda, protecting Harry doesn't need to live in Privet Drive all the time, we have already transferred Harry to the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix. You can live together too... eh!" Dumbledore changed the subject, trying to ease the embarrassment In the end, Snape yelled at him from behind, and changed his words: "Of course, there are quite a lot of people inside, and you may not be able to live there. You can continue to live with Severus, and it is said that your bed is still reserved." , huh? Severus?"

"I don't care anymore." Mirkoda shrugged. "Anywhere."

"Ah, by the way, Mirkoda, do you want to be a subject teacher at Hogwarts? It just so happens that our book list hasn't been sent yet~" Dumbledore kicked Snape quietly, Keep him still.

"Which subject?"

"You can choose whatever you want, how about Defense Against the Dark Arts?" Dumbledore suggested.

Snape interjected: "Don't forget what you promised Fudge?" Besides, the Defense Against the Dark Arts office was on the third floor, too far from the cellar!Inconvenient... (Author: What's inconvenient? Snape (/ω＼):Night Raid~Author:...You moron!)

"Well... I remember that Lockhart once held a fighting club, so let me teach them how to fight. It's just to exercise their physical fitness. These children's reaction ability and physical strength are too poor. They really need training." Mirko Da thought it was a good idea. It could not only protect Harry at close range, but also pass the time. Anyway, he had nothing else to do right now.

"What exactly is it like?" Dumbledore was also interested.

"It's similar to the physical education class in ordinary schools. Running, meditation, mechanical exercise, etc., the early stage is very boring, but if they can train according to the plan I set for them, I can guarantee that both physical fitness and magic control will be good. There can be a big improvement.

"I don't see any use at all? It's good to waste time." Snape regretted it after finishing speaking.

It didn't surprise Milkoda at all that Snape would object, as the other Severus did anyway. "At least there will be great improvements in control and coordination. This can be regarded as an auxiliary subject. Many courses require precise magic control and guidance. This course is designed to teach people how to discover their potential and strengthen their abilities. Their ability to control magic."

"Then do you need any other books?" Dumbledore thought it sounded good, and if the effect was also satisfactory, it could be kept as a permanent course.But... Maybe you won't find such a teacher in the future?

"I do not need it, thank you."

About 12 Grimmauld Place:

Milkoda declined Dumbledore and Snape's invitation to take him to the Order of the Phoenix headquarters. She took the small note from Dumbledore and planned to go back to the Dursleys' house to pick up Harry first, and then leave together.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Dursley, I have to take Harry away for a while, thank you very much for taking care of Harry. Then see you later?" Milkoda left some valuable gifts, help Ha Li packed up his luggage and took him out of Little Whinging District.

"Where are we going?" Harry asked her excitedly.

"Take you to find your dog godfather." Mirkoda tightened the collar of his windbreaker and called a taxi. "King's Cross, thank you."

Harry was amazed that Milkoda was so proficient in using Muggle vehicles, "How did you get back?" If it wasn't for Milkoda's appearance, he would definitely be expelled from school and have his wand destroyed.

"I had a dream," Mirkoda said with a smile. "I dreamed that I was chasing and beating a red-eyed bald man, and I stumbled and fell into a hole, and here I am."

The taxi driver couldn't help laughing: "I'm sorry, ma'am. You must like Lewis Carroll very much, and my daughter likes his works very much."

"It's okay." Mirkoda's official face.

The driver opened the chatter box and complained: "Recently, the law and order has become worse and worse just like the weather. A murderer, Blake, ran out the year before last, and he has not been caught until now. There have been many explosions, missing persons and deaths recently. What about London? Times are getting so dangerous... blah blah blah."

Mirkota followed Harry who wanted to defend Sirius, and perfunctorily dealt with the chattering driver.At King's Cross Station, Milkoda paid for Harry to get out of the car first. She opened the car door, pointed at the driver and said to the guard at the station: "Mr. Before I had time to dispose of the body, I ran out to find the next target. If you look carefully, you will find blood under his fingernails and on the cuff of his shirt, which should belong to the victim." Then he got out of the car and left, hiding his merit and fame.

Harry quickly followed Milkoda, and asked curiously, "How do you know he killed someone?"

"Looks, words, actions, and smell." Mirkoda said concisely. "Don't understand?" Harry nodded.

"A normal taxi driver would indeed look at strange passengers, but when he looked at us, his pupils suddenly dilated. When he heard the dream I mentioned again, he used "Alice in Wonderland" to hint me, and a How can a man who doesn't even wear a wedding ring have a daughter." Mirkoda explained.

"Maybe he forgot, or divorced?" Harry continued.

"The base of the finger that wears the ring will be a little thinner than the rest of the fingers, and there will be a circle of sun marks, none of these features on his finger. When he talked about the recent criminal offense, there was five in his expression. A fraction of a second was elation and happiness, followed by anger and disgust, indicating that he might be a copycat. In the end, he smelled a little blood on his body, and there were some blood stains on his cuffs, and he kept pulling The sleeve of the coat, trying to cover it up. The blood under the fingernails is even more obvious. Based on the above, he should have just killed one person and drove out to find the next target, but he met the two of us and couldn't do anything. "

"How do you know the body is in his house?"

"Because I'm a wizard, there's a spell in magic called Repentance." After walking for about twenty minutes, Mirkoda stopped, and handed Harry a piece of paper that said "The Order of the Phoenix headquarters is located in London. 12 Rimmer Place" note. "Okay, here we go. Look at the note, and remember it. Remember? Okay, now think about it."

"What are you thinking?" Harry felt a little silly, and had been asking non-stop since just now.

"You think about what you saw just now." Mirkota replied. "If you want to meet your buddy and godfather dog, do so quickly."

Harry was thinking intently, and just as he thought of number 12, Grimmauld Place, a battered door appeared out of nowhere between numbers 11 and 13, followed by dirty walls and spooky windows. , it looked as if an extra house had suddenly swelled and squeezed everything out on either side.Harry stared dumbfounded.Milkoda knocked on the door with her wand, and there was a lot of loud metal clanging and rattling sounds like chains, and the door was swung open.

Mrs. Weasley greeted them, "They're in a meeting, keep your voice down, it's lower in the hall."

"why?"

"I don't want to wake anything up."

"Wake up to what?" Harry saw Milkoda studying two long, bug-ridden curtains.

"I'll explain to you later. Now I have to go there quickly. I should be at the meeting. I'll tell you where you sleep. Miss Williams, Dumbledore said that you will also come to the meeting." Weiss Mrs. Lai prevented Milkoda from trying to pick out the wormholes in the curtains, sent Harry to the second landing, and hurriedly dragged Milkoda downstairs.

The darkness of the house seemed to spread to people's hearts. All the members of the Order of the Phoenix were very emotional, and this impetuous mood touched Milkoda's keen nerves.While listening to Snape's long report absently, Milkoda secretly observed everyone's expressions.

At the end of the meeting, Tonks accidentally touched the umbrella stand of the troll's leg, awakening the dead Mrs. Black, who cursed in the portrait.Lupine and Mrs. Weasley tried to draw down the curtain, but couldn't.

Milkoda frowned as she watched these messy scenes, and said loudly, "Mrs. Black."

"Who are you? Another bastard! Freak?" Mrs. Black continued to curse. "Get out of my house!"

"It's just an insignificant person. I have something to ask you." Mirkoda felt that her patience was about to run out. "Your other son, where is Regulus Black!" Milkoda realized that she had never met Regulus since here, and had no news about him.

Mrs. Black fell silent suddenly, her lips trembling, her face full of grief. "My little Rael, such a well-behaved and sensible child, he is gone. I can't find him anywhere." Mrs. Black hid her face and cried, and the curtain was lowered, trying to cover her portrait, Milkoda Grabbing the curtain, "I need to know all the information before he disappeared, or someone who might know."

"I don't know, I don't know anything. Originally he was still at home well, but suddenly disappeared." Mrs. Black cried bitterly.

"Who can prove it!" Mirkoda began to give psychological hints to the portrait.

"Kreacher, Kreacher should know."

"I need you to order Kreacher to answer all my questions, and I need to find Regulus."

"Kreacher." Mrs. Black called the house-elf, "I order you to answer all the lady's questions about Regulus." After speaking, Mrs. Black covered herself with the veil, and licked her heart alone. trauma.

"For the sake of the child, a mother can do anything." Mirkoda gave everyone a meaningful look, especially when she lingered on Sirius for a long time, "The Regulus I know is not the one you said A fanatical Death Eater." With Kreacher, Mirkota went to the living room alone.

No one knew what Kreacher and Mirkoda had said. Everyone only knew that Mirkoda took a locket that everyone was passing around and left with Dumbledore and Snape.

About the branching ceremony:

Harry sat very unhappy at the edge of the long table.On the one hand, he had the same hallucinations as the crazy girl Luna, and both could see the horses pulling the cart; on the other hand, Hagrid was gone, and there was obviously no sign of life in his hut; Became a prefect.Harry thought dejectedly: what could be worse than this?

Hermione gave Harry a push to look over at the teacher's table. "Look, Harry! It's Mirkoda! Is she teaching us this year?"

"She never said anything like that before." Harry raised his head and opened his eyes wide.

Ron said cheerfully, "That way we might get her to give us more points, and then give Malfoy more points."

"Wonder what subject she taught? Perhaps Defense Against the Dark Arts?"

"I hope not, that class is cursed."

"Or is she going to replace Hagrid?" Everyone was talking.

Sitting on the teacher's bench, Milkoda winked at Harry, smiled, and watched the sorting ceremony in peace.At the end of the dinner, Dumbledore stood up and gave a speech as usual.After a long list of notes, Dumbledore went on to say: "This year, we have three changes in our teaching staff. We are delighted to welcome back Professor Graplan, who will teach you Care of Magical Creatures. We are also pleased to introduce Um Professor Rich, the new teacher of our Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Finally, I would like to introduce Professor Williams, we have added a new fighting class teacher this year, but this class is optional, and students who sign up will Submit your application before September [-]th. Believe me, this course will be very helpful to you in every sense." Mirkota stood up and nodded to everyone, then sat down and waited to see the course for a while Good show.

About Umbridge's Speech and Mirkoda's Trouble:

Umbridge interrupted Dumbledore, and Mirkoda rubbed her shoulders disgusted by Umbridge's tall, high-pitched, breathy voice like a little girl at the beginning.

Then Umbridge solemnly recited the speech in a dry voice.Mirkoda was bored, covered her mouth and quietly yawned.

"Do you have any opinion on me, Professor Williams?" Umbridge turned to stare at Milkoda with a swish.The drowsy students were also awakened by this accident, and began to sit upright, looking lively below.

Mirkota made a smirk and replied, "No, please continue."

Umbridge turned her head and continued to recite her speech: "At the same time, however, the practice of progress for the sake of progress should never be encouraged. Our traditions have been tempered and often do not need poor revision. To achieve a balance, Between old and new, between permanence and change, between tradition and innovation. For example, since Hogwarts already has traditional courses such as Defense Against the Dark Arts, there is no need to introduce new combat courses. A class just to make some people go vegetarian."

The more Mirkoda listened, the bigger the smile on her face was, and the surrounding professors all looked at her worriedly.Harry shuddered, and whispered to Hermione and Ron, "Mirkoda is obviously smiling, why does it feel like the atmosphere is getting scary?"

Hermione tightened her clothes, and quietly put a warming spell on herself, "It's not an illusion, I felt it too. Now the air is starting to get cold. Ah! She did it! It turned out to be a silent and wandless magic!"

Except for Umbridge, who was still feeling good about himself, everyone else focused on Milkoda.Dumbledore even used his wand to write the sentence "Blood should not be seen at the opening ceremony" in front of everyone. Seeing that Mirkota nodded, he sat down obediently and waited to watch the fun.

I saw Mirkoda put his hands on his head to install horns, and two horns protruded from Umbridge's head immediately.It seemed that Mirkoda was not very satisfied with this. She stretched out her right index finger and shook it, and Umbridge's hair immediately stood up like a broom; she shook her index finger again, and this time Umbridge's hair changed It turned green; shook it again, and the hair turned into Medusa-like snake hair; shook it again, and the snake hair began to dance... Under the control of Milkoda, Umbridge's hair changed into various shapes. Various shapes.The students talked in low voices, and even some students in various colleges who were afraid of chaos in the world kept secretly gesturing to Mirkoda what they wanted to see, and Mirkoda was satisfied one by one.

During the whole speech, Umbridge memorized it very carefully, Mirkoda played it very hard, and other professors and students watched it very happily.In the atmosphere of joy and prosperity, the opening ceremony officially ended.

About Mirkota's first lesson:

In order to make Mirkoda look good, the four principals required at least one student from their college.But looking at Mirkoda's gender and face, it is obvious that boys are much more active.

Professor McGonagall: "Professor Williams will be very strict with the students in his course. I don't want to see someone take this course and become a deserter again!"

Professor Flitwick: "Professor Williams has rich theoretical knowledge and practical experience, and we should not let go of any learning opportunity."

Professor Sprout: "Professor Williams will treat you to cookies before the end of the fighting class." (Milkorda: ...)

Professor Snape: "Although I don't think there is any need for fighting classes, (Mirkoda: Do you want to be beaten?) But the college I manage must have at least two people appear in this class. As long as If you’re not dead, don’t come and complain to me about any hard work and boredom! You understand!” (The Slytherin students nodded frantically: …Understand, understand, understand, the dean’s wife’s face problem. Mirkoda raised her eyebrows: Sorry?)

On Friday afternoon, Mirkoda sat on the lawn by the Black Lake and started teaching for the first time in her life.There are a lot of students here, there are about [-] students from each grade in each college.

Mirkota smiled lightly and said to all the students: "It's a pleasure to see you in class. I think it should be the credit of the four deans?" Several girls laughed secretly.

Mirkota went on to say: "My class is mainly physical training, which is more boring and monotonous than any of your classes. If you can't keep up with my rhythm and do what I ask, we will all be in love with each other." It’s very painful. So, if you want to leave right now, you can get up and leave.” Mirkoda looked at them until some students who were holding their hands to watch the fun and get their credit got up and left. Mirkoda stood up and looked at the remaining students. The next eight people are all boys.Every house, Harry, Neville and the Weasley twins in Gryffindor; Michael Kona in Ravenclaw; Ernie McMillan in Hufflepuff; and Goyle in Slytherin and Crabbe.

"Since you choose to stay, some actions must be arranged by me, understand?"

"Understood~" Mirkoda didn't care about the loose voices below, got up and patted the dust on the clothes.

Ernie raised his hand: "Professor Williams."

"What is it? McMillan first."

"Well... will there be cookies before get out of class?" Ernie asked expectantly.The eyes of others lit up instantly, especially Goyle and Crabbe.

"Professor Sprout?" Mirkoda couldn't help laughing: "Unfortunately, there are no cookies today." Seeing the students' bright eyes dimming a little bit, Mirkoda pretended not to care and said: "I only prepared puffs."

"Oh yeah, Professor Williams is the best! ↖(^ω^)↗"

"But before that, we're going to start today's lesson. Run three laps around the Black Lake."

"what!"

"Ah, what, run! If you don't run, you won't have puffs!" Mirkoda started to chase away people, and after all the students ran, Mirkoda added viciously: "Except for the last one, there is only one Other than the puffs, everyone else can eat as much as they want~" The students ran even harder...

He picked up a group of students who came back like puppies sticking out their tongues, panting, rolling and crawling, and asked them to stand still.After leading them to do a set of stretching exercises, Mirkota snapped her fingers and conjured up a large plate of puffs and black tea.

While the students were chewing and eating happily, Mirkoda announced a brutal rule, "Wake up at five o'clock tomorrow morning, pack up and come over in half an hour, I will wait here you."

Everyone wailed: "Then what about our breakfast!"

"Oh! That's right!" Mirkoda tapped her palms, handed out a piece of parchment to each of them, and said, "Write down what you want to eat and what you like. Eat breakfast and dinner with me in the future. Our courses are in the morning class every morning from 05:30 to 07:30; except Tuesday and Thursday, the evening class is from [-]:[-] to [-]:[-] every night (some students have astronomy class). Every Friday afternoon I will teach you something that you are interested in or want to learn. It is the same on weekends, there are classes in the morning and evening."

After thinking about it, Mirkoda added another sentence: "Don't try to sleep late, or I will personally wake you up. Of course, you are welcome to try it yourself."

"Professor Williams, what do we learn in fighting class?" Michael asked, "Even Defense Against the Dark Arts has textbooks."

"Learn how to control yourself. On the one hand, by exercising your body, strengthen your reaction ability, coordination ability and physical fitness, so as to tap your own potential; on the other hand, exercise your spiritual power and control through meditation and wizard fighting. Powerful spiritual power It must be attached to a powerful body, otherwise the powerful magic power will only be wasted. For example: a clear spring is like water," Mirkoda stretched out her hand, and a round water ball floated in the palm of her hand. "You can cast such a simple spell with a magic wand, but it can only be a water flower. Those wizards with precise control ability can change it into any shape." Mirkoda manipulated the water polo, turning it into a flower. It became a whip and broke a huge boulder next to it.

While everyone was stunned, Mirkoda went on to say: "The magic power I output is one-third of your normal output, and it may even be less. This is because I can control my own magic power and physical strength. So..."

Harry and the others were stunned, and quickly pricked up their ears to listen, "So get out of class is over now, you should go back to have dinner. Don't forget to come over at 05:30 tomorrow morning." Mirkoda put away the parchment and happily announced that get out of class was over.

Students: ...(╯°□°)╯︵┻┻This kind of talk is only half-spoken to make trouble! Professor, does the principal know that you are so naughty!

On rants, defensiveness and revenge against Umbridge:

The days continued in full swing, and at the beginning everyone was still laughing at the eight Harry and others who were forced to take fighting classes.After Umbridge turned the Defense Against the Dark Arts class into a reading class, everyone began to envy them that although they got up early and ran every day, they had delicious snacks every time, and every Friday Milkoda will teach them some extra interesting magical knowledge.

In the words of the Weasley twins: "Comparing the looks of the two professors, you should know whose class is better."

Especially the two big guys, Gore and Crabbe, have changed very obviously under Mirkoda's leadership. The most intuitive thing is their body shape and mental state.

"Every time I read books, I ask for this and that, and I have to raise my hand to speak. We are studying Defense Against the Dark Arts, not Defense Against the Dark Arts reading class. Now we can't learn any useful knowledge at all!" Resting, Mirkoda spread out a picnic cloth under a hazel tree, arranged afternoon tea, and the nine of them sat or lay down in the sun.Everyone complained about their dislike for Umbridge.

Harry was a little puzzled: "Milkoda, why didn't you teach us Defense Against the Dark Arts?" Milkoda just smiled and said nothing, made a cup of tea and handed it over.

"Although we like to watch the excitement, that Umbridge is really annoying!" Crabbe muttered, chewing on a biscuit.

Goyle added: "Even Drake hates her, after all the OWLs are due next June. His dad will be upset if he doesn't get a good grade!"

Harry and the others sneered, who cares if Malfoy is happy or not!Goyle and Crabbe both shook their fists at them

"Be friendly, boys." Mirkoda said seriously: "I don't care if there is any grudge between you, in my class, you just need to remember that you can give your back to each other Classmates. I will disrupt your combination from time to time, and everyone may challenge me with someone who originally disliked me. If I fail to meet my requirements, then both of them will be punished. I don’t accept anything' I didn't do it, he set me up, he dragged his feet' and whatever."

Mirkota looked at the time, it was almost seven o'clock.Taking out a leaf, she said to the people who were still lying on the ground: "Sit up, we are talking about control today—how to use magic to simulate the veins of a leaf?"

After class, Mirkoda left Harry alone, "I heard you were locked up by Umbridge?"

"Yes." Harry said dejectedly, "I'll be there in a while, and Angelina is going crazy when picking the goalkeeper on Friday afternoon. Even Professor McGonagall can't stop Umbridge..."

"Harry, I can't say what you did is wrong, but in my opinion, I hope you can protect yourself and don't make me worry." Mirkoda put Harry in her arms: "I told you before , the truth is in the hands of a few. But there is another saying that there is a kind of success called retreat, and there is a kind of failure called occupation. A short-term compromise is not cowardice." Milkoda thought for a while, and took out a piece from the ring Watch, put it on Harry. "When you need me, turn the pointer to nine. Harry, the road to victory is tortuous and bumpy. Even if everyone doesn't believe you, you still have to remember that you still have me."

Harry felt the warmth from his family that he had envied for a long time from Milkoda. He couldn't help but hugged Milkoda, and buried his head deeply in her arms.Still, there's always some nasty old bat messing around in these cozy moments.

"Aha~, our sage Potter is harassing young female professors here again, isn't he?" A soft voice slipped into his ears, Harry turned his head angrily, and saw Snape standing behind him Pouted, looking at him with a bad expression.Harry leaned into Milkoda's arms again: "Ouch~ The old bat's face has turned black!"

Snape walked over quickly and tore Harry off Milkoda and threw it on the ground. While dusting off Milkoda, he said to her, "Look how you've spoiled him, giant baby!" Does it? Does he still need a pacifier for him?"

"Mr. Snape, do I need to remind you once that Harry is my child?" Mirkoda felt very troubled by the Shura field where the two men never saw each other as soon as they met.

"Hmph!" Snape stopped talking, and stood aside as a light bulb, smacking his lips from time to time and making strange noises.

"Are you three years old?" Mirkoda got angry, and rolled up his sleeves to beat him: My little tantrum!

Snape groaned and said, "I'm just reminding some people that it's almost time for confinement."

Milkoda glared at him, then turned to Harry and said, "No matter what Umbridge says to you for a while, don't talk. Do you understand?"

Harry nodded, and ran towards the castle.Seeing that Harry was gone, Snape glanced around, rubbed his hands together embarrassedly, and said, "Uh...Mirkoda, I'm going to collect some unicorn hair in the Forbidden Forest, you Do you want to go together?"

"Hmm... that's okay, I don't have much in stock." Mirkoda thought for a while and agreed to Snape's invitation.

In the confinement that night, Harry wrote "I must not lie" with his own blood over and over again.The hand was burning with pain. Although the wound had healed, the skin there was red and tender flesh was exposed.For three days in a row, he kept it a secret from Mirkoda, preventing her from discovering the abnormality.After the third confinement, the "I must not lie" on the back of Harry's hand no longer healed, and red scratches remained there, with thin drops of blood oozing out.

Before 05:30 on Saturday morning, Harry went to the Black Lake for morning class as usual, and Mirkoda was already sitting there and started to meditate.Harry walked over to say hello to her before starting his warm-up exercises.As soon as she walked in front of Milkota, her eyes opened suddenly with sharp eyes, which startled Harry.

"You're hurt! Harry." Milkoda twitched the tip of her nose.

Harry folded his hands behind his back. "No. Not hurt."

Mirkoda looked at him disapprovingly, "Do you think you can hide it from me?"

Harry hesitated for a moment before slowly extending his hand.He saw sparks flashing from Mirkoda's eyes, and she said sharply, "That old bastard Umbridge did it!" It was the second time Harry saw such a ferocious Mirkoda, The last time was in the secret room.He nodded obediently, without saying a word.Mirkota took out the juice from the tentacles of the Motra mouse from her bag and applied it on the wound, which was very effective in relieving the pain. "There is still confinement today, isn't it? Go for a run first, and I will find a solution."

After the morning class, Mirkoda made a rare announcement to everyone that he would go to the restaurant for dinner today. Because of Mirkoda's complexion, everyone wisely followed Mirkoda to the restaurant without saying much.

Entering the dining room, everyone is there except Umbridge.Mirkoda walked towards the teacher's seat with a gloomy expression.

"Good morning, Professor Williams. It's so rare to see you at breakfast time." Umbridge whispered like a little girl behind Milkoda.

"Professor Williams?"

"Professor Williams!"

"Milkoda Williams!" Umbridge quickly passed Milkoda and stopped in front of her.

"Hey, you scared me!" Mirkoda expressed her surprise expressionlessly.

"I'm talking to you! Are you pretending not to hear, Professor Williams? I really wonder if something has gotten into our faculty..."

"What's the matter?" Mirkoda interrupted Umbridge's chatter, and said with a sneer, "Isn't it going to be autumn soon? The screaming in Hogwarts is too loud