"I'm going, do I have to be late for the first day of class as a teacher?"

Zhang Long took out his mobile phone and looked at the time, and found that there were only five minutes left before the martial arts class. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Hey, Professor Long, it's almost class, why are you still here!"

Just when Zhang Long was anxious, a sweet voice sounded behind him, speaking in Mandarin, although the tone was a little strange, but it was indeed Mandarin.

Zhang Long turned around and looked back and saw that it was Hermione.

Her long, slightly curly brown hair fell over her shoulders like a waterfall, rippling like a satin breeze as she walked.

Wearing a white power suit, the white tight power suit outlines the girl's delicate and elegant body curves, although her chest is not big, but the curves are beautiful, and a white belt is tied around the slender waist.

The legs under the slim fit are straight and slender, and the movement is filled with a sense of youth and vitality that only beautiful girls have.

Looking at Hermione who walked over slowly, smelling the faint fragrance emanating from her body, Zhang Long felt that his heart was beating faster.

The beautiful girl with full style in England, wearing a Chinese-style strong suit, not only made Zhang Long feel full of exotic style, but also made him tempted.

"Professor Long, are you alright?"

Seeing Zhang Long's eyes looking at him blankly, Hermione couldn't help but shout.

"Oh, I'm fine."

Zhang Long came back to his senses, looked at the beautiful girl in front of him, and said curiously: "Hermione, you have been learning Chinese for a few years, and you speak very well!" ”

Hermione said with a smile: "For three years, I like kung fu very much, I am the first batch of students of Professor Zhao Dashan, of course, I prefer magical internal skills, but unfortunately only Chinese grades meet the standards, can learn internal skills, so I have been working hard to learn Chinese for the past three years." ”

Sure enough, it's Hermione, a studious scholar!

Zhang Long thought in his heart and said with a smile: "I think your Chinese is already very good, after the martial arts class is over, I will test it for you, if you meet the standard, I will teach you internal skills." ”

"Ah, really?"

Hermione's eyes lit up and she excited.

"Of course."

Zhang Long said, suddenly scratched his head a little embarrassed, and said, "That, Hermione, let's go together, I seem to be lost." ”

"Lost?"

Hermione glanced at Zhang Long in disbelief and said, "Professor Long, didn't Professor Zhao Dashan tell you how to go to the martial arts teaching point?"

"I didn't say anything, I was given a map."

Zhang Long grimaced and shook the sheepskin map in his hand.

"No wonder, if you only give a map, it's really easy to get lost."

Hermione laughed.

"Let's go, Professor Long, I'll take you to the teaching point, it's still a little far from the teaching building, and we used to have to ride broomsticks."

Hermione said, shaking the broomstick she was holding.

With Hermione, the old driver, leading the way, Zhang Long walked out of the teaching building smoothly.

On the grass in front of the door.

"Professor Long, do you want me to give you a ride?"

Hermione rolled over and stepped onto the broomstick and said to Zhang Long.

"No, you fly ahead, I'll follow you."

Zhang Long said.

Hermione nodded, and sprang into the sky with her broomstick, sping forward.

Almost at the same time, Zhang Long exploded at ten times the speed, exerted light skills, turned into a black lightning, and followed closely.

Passing through a meadow in front of the teaching building, a jungle appeared in front of him, Zhang Long was on tiptoe, lifted his breath and lightened his body, his body was tall, and he flew to the top of a big tree, and his feet flew on, stepping on the forest sea and running forward.

Looking at Zhang Long, who was running on the top of a big tree more than 20 meters above the ground, Hermione, who was flying on the side with a broomstick, was envious in his heart.

Located three kilometers away from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the Hogwarts Martial Arts Class is a 358-meter-high hill that was selected by Zhao Dashan in the surrounding mountains and forests when he first arrived at Hogwarts.

In front of the hill was an open space where more than 300 students of all grades dressed in white suits gathered.

These students got together in twos and threes, some were chatting, talking about their martial arts experience, and some were sparring on the sidelines.

In addition to the more than 300 students, there were also ten blue ribbon samurai wearing white samurai uniforms and wearing blue belts around their waists.

These blue ribbon warriors, both male and female, are all around twenty-five years old, without exception, all of them are Zhao Dashan's disciples, and they are also assistant teachers in martial arts classes.

"It's still a minute before class, why hasn't the little uncle who the master said come yet?"

Talking about a red-haired youth.

The young man was about 1.8 meters tall, sunny and handsome, wearing a white samurai costume and a blue belt around his waist with two silver buckles on it.

He is a blue ribbon second-dan samurai.

"John, what are you anxious about, if the little uncle can't come late, then let the senior brother go on top."

A tall brown-haired beauty looked at the plum blossom pile in front of her and smiled.

It is a plum blossom stake two meters above the ground, and on top of one of the stumps sits a handsome blonde young man, dressed in a white samurai costume with a blue belt and three silver buckles on it.

This blonde young man's name is Chris, and he is the eldest disciple of Zhao Dashan in Europe.

"It's coming!"

Chris, who was meditating with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Lin Hai in the distance.

"It's so strong, Uncle Xiao is here!"

John and the others also sensed a powerful aura that was approaching, and they raised their heads one by one and looked towards the distant sky.

At the same time, Zhang Long, who was stampling and running over the forest sea, also sensed ten strong and weak qi, and he knew that those unknown breaths should be his cheap nephews.

Boom~

Zhang Long sped up his speed, his body flashed, and he soared out hundreds of meters in an instant, and there were still twenty trees from the clearing, Zhang Long's toes were a little on a branch, and he floated down lightly, standing steadily.

Chris, John and the others hurriedly jumped up, came to Zhang Long, and hugged their fists and said, "Uncle Xiao." ”

"Hello, let's start the roll call."

Zhang Long said.

"Yes!"

Hogwarts is divided into seven grades, and students in grades 1 to 4 are all taking basic martial arts courses, such as standing piles, basic long fists, basic swordsmanship, swordsmanship, etc.

Students in grades 5 to 7 only begin to teach beginner and intermediate internal skills, learning various elementary and intermediate swordsmanship, swordsmanship, etc.

As for the high-level internal skills and high-level swordsmanship and sword techniques, only the disciples who enter the room can learn them.

There are ten people including Chris, and there is almost no need for Zhang Long to teach in person.

After the roll call, more than 300 students began to study according to the class schedule.

The first and second grade students stood on the stump with a stick of incense under their buttocks, and from time to time they could hear the sound of the students' buttocks being burned by the incense and inhaling.

The third and fourth graders carried five to ten pounds of lead tied to their backs and legs, and climbed up the mountain road with buckets full of water in both hands.

The fifth, sixth and seventh grade students carried swords, guns and swords, and under the guidance of Chris and others, they practiced martial arts moves......

The martial arts class was carried out in an orderly manner, and Zhang Long found that he could only make soy sauce everywhere, and from time to time he stepped forward to give the students two instructions.

Hermione, Harry, and Ron carried buckets and ran down the mountain trail.

"Harry, you say, when will we be able to learn internal skills, running like this all day long, it's almost stupid to run!"

Ron said.

Harry glanced at Hermione running in front of him, and sighed: "It's useless to complain, who told us two to have poor grades, but Hermione should be fast, the last test, only three points short, her Chinese score reached the standard, if she is in the test this time, she can definitely meet the standard and be taught internal skills." ”

As the two were talking, Hermione suddenly stopped.

When she stopped, Harry, who was following behind, also quickly stopped, and Ron reacted a beat slower, and directly bumped into it, falling to the ground with Harry.

"Damn, Ron, you're trying to crush me, get up."

Harry clutched his knees and exclaimed.

"Harry, can't blame me, who knew you stopped suddenly."

Ron got up from the ground and muttered.

"It's not me, it's Hermione, I stopped when I saw her stop."

Harry hugged his knees, and when he fell to the ground, his knees hit the stones, breaking a little skin.

"Do you smell anything?"

Hermione said suddenly.

Harry sniffled and felt a foul stench waft through the air, a foul smell of smelly socks mixed with a public toilet that was never cleaned.

Ron also smelled it, his eyes widened, and he said in a trembling voice, "This, this smell ......" (to be continued.) )