Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

——The whole Hogwarts became lively.

Even the young wizards in Slytherin were no longer taught gloomily by their seniors, and walked from one classroom to another in their black robes. They began to discuss Muggle things with each other: such as the human body.

How can I make myself healthier, have stronger legs, breathe longer, and run longer? Although it may seem a bit utilitarian,...

That's a good thing, right?

'At least she didn't make a scene while Dumbledore was away...'

Today, the class situation has changed.

These little wizards were not aware of the weight they were carrying - their bodies were more capable of growth than ordinary Muggles. Mori Yuesha thought it was time to move on to the next step.

The young professor was wearing shorts and a sports vest, and the huge thing cast a very wide shadow in the sun.

Everyone stared at her, boys and girls alike.

They had a strange idea: the thin and elastic two-piece sportswear seemed to still be an obstacle to the little professor's running and jumping. The rising temperature also made them look at her like a cold and juicy fruit - many people licked their not-dry lips with greed and thirst.

She stepped out from the shadow of the keep: breasts first, then toes and a pair of tight white legs.

She had her waist-length, slightly curly hair combed into a high ponytail that swayed behind her head; teardrop moles spread out under the corners of her eyes. The teenage girl smiled slyly and brilliantly in the sun without any sense of reality, revealing canine teeth that were not really fangs.

Everyone can smell the indescribable aroma.

It is a hard-to-find quality that satisfies almost everyone’s aesthetic taste, whether it is vulgar or elegant. It does not involve desire, but every aspect of it is like a dragonfly skimming the water, leaving a line of ripples that spread out in the lake of desire.

Dry, crisp and straightforward?

Or...sexy, seductive and tempting?

The angle of the kaleidoscope changes with the sunlight.

"Children, we have to make progress today." She patted her flat belly and looked at Nagini not far away. The maid had a face uglier than Filch's and pushed the cart over again...

She had 'persuaded' Mori Yuesa not to dress like that.

In the end, these little bitches still enjoyed the show.

I'm so annoying.

The maid threw the cart to the ground with a bang. She uncovered the cloth and found a pair of colorful protective gear inside: similar to the protective gear used in fighting, but much thicker.

“How rude…”

Draconian stood in the center of the Slytherin team, with her hands folded, mocking: "You don't want us to wear things that the goblins think are ugly, do you?" She pointed to the patterns painted on the protective gear - there were milky white bunnies and green frogs.

"How childish, Mori Yuesa." Somehow, she didn't like calling Mori Yuesa professor and always preferred to call her by her full name.

"childish?"

The cool rabbit brushed off the countless gazes on his chest and said seriously: "Those are all drawn by me. Aren't the little rabbits and frogs cute?"

"It's so childish."

"What are you talking about? Which one do you want?"

Draconian: I am a noble pure-blood, the only heir to the Malfoy family.

Mori Yuesha: A little rabbit or a little frog.

DRACHONE: I don't want to choose any of them.

Mori Yuesha: Little rabbit, or, little frog.

DRACHONE: Bunny's.

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After each of the little wizards put on their protective gear, Mori Yuesha invited out another 'assistant teacher' - this world was the origin world of Imhotep and Ansuna, and it was quite similar to Mori Yuesha's place. The two of them did not go on vacation, but spent the whole day doing nothing, lying in the courtyard like two pieces of meat in laziness.

Why not just use it to teach these little wizards? In terms of systematic teaching, Ansuna is of course better.

"I'm not going to teach you the Kame-sen-ryu anymore?"

Mori Yuesha thought so. "Although their physical fitness is improving faster than that of Muggles, they are still a little bit away from practicing Master Wu Tian's style..." She pinched her thumb and index finger and made a 'small' gap.

"Please, please, Aang."

"All I learned is..." Ansuna hesitated. She looked at the little wizards with eager eyes and shook her head slowly: "Are you sure, witch lady? Once you teach these restless children..."

Children are not to be trifled with. It is easy to make a mistake and cause death.

The ancient Egyptian pharaoh's personal warrior, specializing in the secret arts of protection and assassination. Her skills are different from those of Imhotep's warriors on the battlefield - basically, they are all skills that can make people lose their ability to resist within two seconds.

Not good-looking, even ugly.

But the lethality is amazing.

Meiko and the girls from the orphanage only needed to learn a few tricks to become the bullies of the school.

Ugh.

"How can children be so cruel? You really think too badly of people, Ansuna. Look at these cute children..."

Ansuna didn't see how they were cute. There was a line of words clearly written on each of their faces.

'Teach me how to kill the person next to me.'

The female warrior sighed: "You really don't want me to call Imhotep..."

"What can he do? His forehead is shining. It's hot right now. Come on, hurry up." Mori Yuesha pushed Ansuna's waist and brought her to the students. She tilted her head from behind and introduced her, "A super awesome teaching assistant! My servant, Ms. Ansuna. Now, it's up to you how much you can learn."

Don't underestimate children's curiosity, sometimes they just aren't interested.

A mature older sister who is as beautiful as Nagini, more enthusiastic, more careful, and has an exotic temperament is the teacher...

Who wouldn't?

After all, I have been running for almost a month, and I can finally learn something more interesting.

"I only know simple techniques. That's all I can teach you." Ansuna flexed her wrists, looked at the curious babies, and called Nagini over to demonstrate. "I've seen your magic, but not everyone can be protected by that twig all the time. I can give you some tricks that you can use when you can't cast a spell."

She asked Nagini to stand up straight and reached out to stroke her neck.

"throat."

Then comes the next one.

"Eye."

carry on.

"heart."

Every time she pointed out a part, she would give a detailed description of the effects of being hit or cut by a sharp object there.

When she finished, she paired the students up.

"The protective gear is very strong, and your strength is very weak. Don't worry about your punches. You won't kill anyone."

Nagini's headache started again.

Teacher Ansuna is just as reckless as the master. How can you let the children chop each other's necks...

"Don't you have protective gear?"

"Something will happen to the master."

"When I was being chased by wolves and bitten on the butt, you didn't come out to stop them, humph."

Was I there at that time, Mori Yuesa?

Chapter 156 The sight of meeting

According to Ansuna, children in their time were not as 'pampered' as they are today - whether you are a noble or a commoner, as long as you embark on this path, it is a training method.

——At most, civilians can go home to work after training, while nobles can only have a dozen young ladies to help you bathe and change clothes.

"I just like this 'just'."

Language cannot make the limbs familiar with flesh and blood. The only thing needed is to hit and be hit with real swords and guns.

Remember how it felt when you hit someone, and remember how it felt when you were hit by someone.

"That's the first lesson, break the fear."

Ansuna stomped back and forth in front of the panting children, and suddenly twisted her body. Her twisted waist and shoulders were like soft willow branches, or like springs that were stretched to the end and then released - her feet grabbed the ground, driving her thighs to extend to her waist and shoulders, and her fists pierced out like lightning!

It stopped in front of Nagini, who had an expressionless face.

Almost immediately it touched her eyelashes.

The little wizards exclaimed "Wow".

The next moment, Ansuna rubbed her fingers lightly, and a small blade engraved with patterns appeared between her fingers - just a casual swipe was enough to cut off Nagini's eyeball.

"You don't need weapons yet. Today I'm just trying to break your fear. Open your eyes wide and look at the fist coming towards you. Stare closely and let her hit you. Let her hit you hard - until you can accept the pain calmly and no longer avoid it out of fear."

She flipped her slender palm, and the blade disappeared without a trace.

"That's it. Come on. Let me see how long it takes to ignite the blood in your hearts."

Some people spend their entire lives fighting for the Pharaoh's amusement. They do break the fear, but they can't inspire the bloodthirsty side of their hearts - while some children are born with extraordinary talents.

They are bloodthirsty and cruel, and the only emotion they feel when fighting for life and death is... excitement.

Excited and calm.

The brain calculates like a sophisticated instrument, and the limbs perfectly execute every command given by the master, whether it is slitting the opponent's throat or twisting the enemy's arm.

After layers of screening, a group of people will emerge.

Ansuna was in charge of this at the time. She further subdivided these boys and girls who had been selected from hundreds of thousands, and arranged them to different places according to their family background, personality and talent, loyalty to the Pharaoh, and gender.

Yes, in her era, gender was indeed an insurmountable hurdle.

She remembered a twelve-year-old girl who was like this.

Those with outstanding talents can only become concubines in the end, like her.

“You are living in a good era…”

Ansuna murmured.

Suddenly, she saw hands raised high in the crowd.

"Miss Granger."

"I want to know..." Hermione tiptoed and looked at Mori Yuesha who was eating ice cream in the shade, "I want to know, how powerful is this...whatever it's called?"

Hermione was not against what Ansuna taught, but compared to the heavy snow falling outside the train window that day, compared to the ice sculptures of centaurs rising from the ground in the open field -

She thought 'magic' was more useful.

It's also cooler.

Why else would she come to Hogwarts.

"That depends on the user, Miss Granger." Ansuna smiled gently: "You can only light a pile of wood, but Dumbledore can set the city on fire, probably because of the amount of magic power. The same goes for martial arts, it depends on the user. Within the scope of no limit..." She glanced at the witch with a purple beard squatting at the foot of the wall licking ice cream and eating a circle: "...within the scope of no limit, some people can even shatter space with one punch."

击…

Sorry.

Smash what?

All the children looked confused.

What is space?

They would have no idea they could break down a wall, but space - what?

Hermione Granger rolled her eyes secretly. These wizards who had never met Muggles were so unsophisticated. They didn't have any scientific knowledge at all.

"Okay, I just want to see Mori Yuesha compete with you." Hermione shrugged: "Use martial arts to open our eyes?"

To be honest, Ansuna really didn't want to be beaten by Mori Yuesha in front of so many children.

She thought that she should have let Imhotep come directly, since he was thick-skinned and tough.