Harry Potter: Martial Arts Professor at Hogwarts

When Connor finished his cup of Chocolate Hazelnut Peanut Crumble Sundae, an owl fell from the sky and delivered the letter of employment from Hogwarts to him.

[To Mr. Kong Nuo:

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted for employment at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Semester is scheduled to start on September [-].Please prepare well in advance for your appointment at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Vice Principal (Female)

Sincerely Minerva McGonagall]

"Mr. Connor, you are actually a teacher at Hogwarts." Williamson looked at the fiery sunset, as if to verify the authenticity of the letter.

The outer envelope has a red wax seal bearing a coat of arms with a capital "h" in the center surrounded by a lion, an eagle, a badger and a snake.

Although it is just a simple wax seal, the magical background contained on it cannot be faked.

The two Aurors were just a little embarrassed. Originally, Konno was the suspect they were in charge of interrogating, but now he turned into a martial arts professor at Hogwarts.

Especially when they won [-] Galleons together from a casino not long ago, this...doesn't look like something a professor should do.

Kong Nuo frowned and said, "I'm very dissatisfied with their tone. What do you mean by permission? It's obviously Dumbledore who invited me. It should be called 'I'm honored to inform you'. That's justified!"

"Mr. Connor! It's a great thing to be able to teach at Hogwarts!" Prout explained, "There are Professor McGonagall who is good at Animagus, and the youngest potion master , and the former dueling masters are all very powerful wizards!"

"Not to mention the great Principal Dumbledore!" Williamson showed admiration, "He is the most powerful wizard recognized in the world! The man who defeated Grinwald!"

"Grindelwald? This name is so familiar..." Kong Nuo scratched his head. He remembered that his roommate would often say things like "ggad, I cried to death".

"The most powerful dark wizard in the world! The person who single-handedly started the World War of Wizards." The two Aurors said in unison, "But that was more than 50 years ago."

Connor chatted with the two Aurors along the way.

After this afternoon of getting along, especially the experience of going to the casino together, the gap between them has also been reduced a lot.

Not to mention that Kong Nuo gave them more than 2000 Galleons. These gold coins alone were enough to make them settle their suspicions.

It can only be said that being rich is really a big deal!

"By the way, this shop is a wand shop? What do you call the best wand shop in England? Or even the best wand shop in the world?"

Kong Nuo frowned and looked at the small and dilapidated shop in front of him. Compared with the junk shop next to him that gave off an unpleasant smell, it was hard not to suspect that this shop was actually a branch of the junk shop.

"Mr. Connor! You must not talk nonsense!" Williamson quickly tore Connor's clothes, "This is the pride of our wizards in England! It is the best wand shop in the world!"

Prout nodded in agreement, "Don't look at its ugly appearance, but you will definitely get the most satisfactory wand here! I can guarantee it!"

The light on the street became less and less, the setting sun completely sank to the ground, and the magic light bulb sensed the disappearance of the afterglow, and immediately began to bloom.

A beam of light hits the signboard on the door, the gold lettering of the signboard has peeled off, and it reads: Ollivander: Well-made wand since 380 BC.

"It does look quite old, it has a history of more than 2000 years, which is a bit amazing!" Conno walked into this small wand shop.

The shop of the wand shop is small, with shelves of wand boxes on both sides, which are almost stacked to the ceiling.

There is only a wooden bench that has been covered with pulp, and it can be used for people to rest.

Just as Kong Nuo entered the store, an old man with silver hair suddenly appeared in front of them.

His eyes are very special, the irises are silvery white, like two bright moons.

The way he greeted was also very special, first he looked at the two Aurors, and then he rapped like a troubadour.

"Williamson, redwood, unicorn tail, nine and four-fifths of an inch; Prout, fir, also unicorn tail, ten inches. I remember your wands."

Before the two Aurors could speak, he began to look at Kong Nuo, with great doubts in his silver eyes.

"This gentleman...is quite unfamiliar, you probably haven't bought a wand from me, have you?"

Connor was also looking at this old man who looked a little godlike, and at the same time raised his evaluation of this Ollivander wand shop to a higher level.

There was a stark contrast between the dilapidated scene outside and the rich history engraved on the peeling paint signboard.

At the same time, I will find reasons for myself in my heart: it turns out to be such an old shop!No wonder the storefront is so shabby!These are not dilapidated, but are the marks engraved by history!

The furnishing in the wand shop is kept simple to the end, except for a bench for rest, the rest are all stacked wands, giving people a feeling of ambiguity.

And the moment he heard the customer coming, the boss immediately came out to greet him, and even immediately told the old customer's wand information, creating an extremely professional craftsman spirit.

I have to say... Even if the craftsmanship is aside, this boss has an excellent grasp of the customer's psychology.

If you follow such a set of procedures, no matter which customer you are, you will be deeply impressed.

No wonder the two Aurors were so proud when they talked about this store, as if they opened it themselves.

Thinking of this, Kong Nuo suddenly wanted to see what kind of reaction this old man would have if he met some guests who didn't play cards according to common sense.

Kong Nuo half-truthfully said: "Yes, I have been practicing in the mountains before, and I have no habit of using magic wands. I just came out of the mountains recently."

The old man nodded, "A hard-working ascetic, such a wizard is rare. Let me know, my name is Garrick Ollivander, I don't know how to call him?"

"Konno."

"Mr. Kong Nuo, since you are here for the first time, I need to take some measurements on your body data. Which hand are you usually better at?"

"I fight left and right, so I use both hands very well."

"Uh..." Ollivander coughed to hide his embarrassment, "A nimble ascetic, that's good."

A tape measure flew out of his waist, stretched out automatically, and began to measure Kong Nuo's body data around his whole body.

The data from the tape measure seemed to transfer directly to Ollivander's mind.

By the time the tape measure came to work, he was scurrying between the shelves, pulling out box after box of wands.