Fox Demon: Heaven rewards diligence; I will eventually achieve divine mastery of martial arts.

The techniques that were taught to Harry Potter were basically those that Lin Yu had researched in the Fox Spirit World in order to lower the barrier to entry and allow more people to learn them.

It has a low entry barrier and requires minimal resources.

From low to high, there is a clear and complete progression path, which can be said to be very suitable for the environment of a modern society like the magical world.

It was also much simpler for Harry Potter to cultivate.

This time, what was taught to him was a palm technique.

This type of martial art, which doesn't require weapons, is the most convenient and can be used anytime.

Once at Hogwarts, it wouldn't be appropriate to bring along any controlled knives or anything like that. You can't exactly teach Harry Potter how to use a wand and have him whip people with it, can you?

That's a bit too abstract, and the wand, which is barely thicker than a chopstick, doesn't seem very realistic either.

While Harry Potter was immersed in this special gift, a tall figure emerged from the darkness in this neighborhood.

'So that's how it is; internal energy can also be used through acupoints.'

After reviewing the techniques in his mind, Harry Potter looked intently at Lin Yu and said...

As he spoke, he channeled his internal energy, following the instructions in the manual, and guided it to specific acupoints in his palm before slamming his hand against the wall.

"boom!"

A clear, muffled sound rang out from inside the closet, causing dust to fall from the concrete walls.

Harry Potter was startled and quickly withdrew his hand, listening carefully to see if he had woken the Dursleys.

Fortunately, there was no sound coming from upstairs, nor any familiar scolding.

'That was close, that was close.'

Harry Potter was thinking about this when he looked up and saw a faint handprint on the wall where he had just slapped.

It stands out particularly clearly under the light.

'hiss! '

Harry Potter gasped and instinctively looked at his palm.

All I could see was a little white dust on my hand, and then I couldn't see any other injuries or anything else.

'master!'

'This palm technique is just too powerful!'

Harry Potter spoke excitedly, as happy as a child who had received a new toy.

"What's there to get excited about? These are just some of the most basic martial arts techniques; your current cultivation level is only enough to learn these."

'Once your cultivation has deepened, I will teach you other things.'

"At that point, forget about flying or teleporting; even withstanding a nuclear bomb wouldn't be a problem."

Lin Yu spoke casually, but his words plunged Harry Potter into a deep immersion in beautiful fantasies about the future.

Flying through the air and burrowing underground, withstanding nuclear bombs.

What's the difference between this and Superman?!

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 214 The School Life About to Begin

Those times may seem distant compared to my present situation.

But now, even Harry Potter couldn't imagine how powerful that slap would be if he were to actually hit someone.

'Master, what is the name of this palm technique?'

'Crimson Fiend Palm.'

When the name was mentioned, a look of reminiscence flashed in Lin Yu's eyes.

This was the name of the first fist technique he practiced back in the world of fox spirits, and using this name now is a way of remembering the past.

'Crimson Fiend Palm.'

Harry Potter muttered to himself, then exclaimed excitedly.

'Master, I will definitely practice this palm technique diligently.'

Just then, a dull knocking sounded from outside the door.

"Ok?"

Harry Potter, caught up in his excitement, paused and looked towards the door with some confusion.

"Who would be knocking on the door so late?"

If it were before, Harry Potter probably wouldn't have thought much of it.

But now, after experiencing so much, Harry Potter is no longer so naive.

He simply couldn't imagine who would visit the Dursleys so late at night; it was something completely impossible for the relatives he usually dealt with.

The neighbors around him would never do that either; at least in the ten years he's lived here, such a thing has almost never happened.

This immediately made Harry Potter wonder if his identity had been exposed.

Did it attract those who wanted revenge?

'master?'

Harry Potter pulled a steel pipe from under the bed and whispered it to Lin Yu in his mind.

"It's alright, go take a look."

Lin Yu spoke calmly, his senses clearly indicating who the newcomer was.

It was Hagrid, who had giant blood from the original story, who had arrived. It seems that after all this time, Hogwarts has finally discovered the problem.

They remembered this savior they had forgotten.

Upon hearing Lin Yu's words, Harry Potter didn't hesitate and put down the steel pipe before walking out.

Just as I stepped out of my closet, I heard a noise coming from upstairs.

Harry Potter looked up and saw Uncle Vernon, dressed in pajamas, walking down the stairs, looking sleepy but with a somewhat nervous expression.

Upon seeing Harry Potter, he frowned, made a shushing gesture, and then slowly walked downstairs.

He was clearly awakened by the knocking.

Seeing Uncle Vernon heading towards the door, Harry Potter simply didn't go forward to interfere.

To avoid being criticized later.

Uncle Vernon listened carefully to the sounds outside after he came to the gate, but found nothing.

Just as he was wondering, a heavy knocking sounded on the door again, startling him.

He quickly grabbed the new baseball bat that he had brought down from upstairs and flung open the door.

"I'm warning you, what I have..."

"If I were you, I would put down the stick and abandon that stupid idea in my head."

Doorway.

Hagrid's towering figure almost completely blocked the entire gate.

So much so that, under the bright moonlight outside, a deep shadow was cast on Uncle Vernon's face.

Looking at the "giant" in front of him, who was so much taller than himself, Uncle Vernon's courage, which he had just mustered, deflated instantly like a balloon that had been punctured by a needle.

Hagrid gently pushed Uncle Vernon away from the doorway.

"Make way, make way, can't you see someone else wants to come in?"

As Hagrid spoke, his gaze fell upon Harry Potter in the living room.

"This must be Harry. It's really nostalgic. The last time I saw you, you were only this small."

Harry Potter looked at the giant in front of him, raised his palm which was as big as a fan, and then gestured slightly with his index finger and thumb.

If people from a small country saw this pose, they would be furious on the spot.

However, for Harry Potter, that was not important at all; what mattered was the meaning behind the other person's words.

"You...have you seen me before?"

Harry Potter looked at the giant in front of him and asked hesitantly.

"Get out! Get out of here right now! This is my home. If you don't leave, I'm calling the police!"

Uncle Vernon, who had been somewhat hesitant just moments before, now acted like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

I don't know how, but suddenly I had the courage.

He stepped forward and kept pushing and shoving Hagrid, trying to push him away.

"Yes, of course I have seen you. Not only me, but many other people have seen you. You are our hero."

Hagrid chuckled, completely unconcerned about Uncle Vernon's shoving; the two were simply not in the same league in terms of weight.