Harry Potter: Martial Arts Professor at Hogwarts

Ollivander wiped the sweat from his brow, his eyes swept over the hill of wands in front of him, and he kept thinking, as if counting.

"There are a total of forty types of wands, each with twenty pieces. A wand costs seven galleons, and the benefit is five thousand six hundred galleons."

"So cheap?" Kong Nuo clicked his tongue. As the most important tool of a wizard, a wand only costs seven gold coins, and the price is actually cheaper than the cauldron.

He suddenly realized why the casino had to find thugs to fight him desperately. Calculated in this way... [-] gold coins seems to be a huge sum of money.

Hmm... Anyway, that casino is not a serious place, and it was won from a bunch of goblins, so there is no psychological burden to spend it.

The two Aurors couldn't help but slapped themselves on the face. The intense pain made them realize that they were not dreaming.

For them, [-] Galleons was a huge sum of money. If they lived alone, they should be able to support their living expenses for three to five years.

The expenses they needed for three or five years of easy living were actually used to buy [-] magic wands.

Kong Nuo didn't know what the two Aurors were planning. He thought that since the crucible can be customized for hot pot, can the wand also be customized?

It seems that their wizards still run around on broomsticks. Can the broomsticks also be customized?

He counted the gold coins on hand, and it seemed that he didn't even spend 1 gold coins, so he put Ollivander on the shoulder and asked in an enthusiastic voice:

"Mr. Ollivander! Do you support custom-made wands here? These wands are a bit thin, can you help me with the whole work..."

Connor left Ollivander's wand shop with two Aurors, and he planned to use the remaining time to visit Diagon Alley to see how many shops still support customization.

After today's itinerary, he is also full of expectations for this magical world, and it seems that this place is not as boring as he originally thought.

At midnight, with the warm wind in midsummer, the noisy Diagon Alley gradually calmed down.

After finishing his day's work, Dumbledore came to the Leaky Cauldron Bar. He stood in front of the dreamlike mask glowing with blue light, lost in thought.

The owner of the Leaky Cauldron, Tom, cried and said intermittently: "Sorry! Principal Dumbledore! There was an accident today, and I have already made an appointment for a repairman to come and repair it tomorrow."

"Did Konno do it?" Dumbledore sighed, and his temples seemed to be tingling again.

"I don't know, Principal Dumbledore..." Old Tom sobbed again, "He's a very tall and strong wizard."

"He didn't know what kind of magic he used. He smashed the wall with one punch, and there wasn't even much ash left!"

Dumbledore nodded lightly, pulled out his wand and said, "Tom, I'm really sorry for causing you trouble. The repair cost shouldn't be cheap, right?"

Old Tom nodded, "Yes... I don't have any income this month!"

Dumbledore patted Old Tom on the shoulder, squeezed his wand and pulled it up, "Reparifarge!"

The patio of the Leaky Cauldron was blown by a wind, a whirlwind of extraordinary power, it gathered all the imperceptible powders around it, and built them into the light curtain.

In just a few breaths, the brick wall that every wizard in England is very familiar with has appeared in front of Old Tom.

"Merlin's beard!" Old Tom stopped sobbing, "Thank you so much! Headmaster Dumbledore! You are indeed the greatest wizard of our time!"

Dumbledore smiled slightly, "It's a matter of little effort, old Tom, go and cancel the appointment, lest they go back on their word."

"Of course! Of course!"

Old Tom shambled away, and Dumbledore tapped the bricks and stepped into the archway.

The Yila Owl Shop opened the door and released the owls that had been trapped in the cage all day, allowing them to fly to the countryside to hunt for food.

The luxurious wooden door of Mrs. Malkin's robe store has already been closed, and there are occasional meows and barks from the magical animal store, and the staff of Lihen Bookstore have just locked the door.

However, today's Diagon Alley does not seem to be as peaceful as it used to be, and there are still a few shops that are still open.

The lights in Partage's crucible shop were still on, and the boss' voice could still be heard: "I want it to be made of brass... and it should have automatic heating, automatic stirring, and automatic cleaning..."

The Quidditch boutique was not closed yet, and the locked storefront was brightly lit, and voices could also be heard inside.

A hoarse voice was roaring: "Merlin's beard! What on earth is he thinking! The shape of the broomstick is so classic! Why did he customize it into the shape of a sword?"

"This sword can't be a wooden sword! The whole body has to be made of goblin mithril! The hand guard has to be wrapped with fire dragon skin! Why do you add a bunch of sword tassels at the end!"

Another slightly immature voice quickly comforted: "Boss, calm down, don't be angry."

The hoarse voice continued to growl: "Those mithrils have to be enchanted by goblins! I feel disgusted when I see those goblins greedy for money!"

The childish voice said timidly: "That customer gave [-] Galleons. As long as the requirements are met, the rest is our tip..."

The hoarse voice suddenly fell silent, and it took a while before he said with emotion: "He gave too much! Let's go here first today, and tomorrow I will ask someone to contact those damn goblins!"

The gate of Gringotts has also been closed, and there are only a few security wizards patrolling around on the cobbled road.

The wizard captain walked in the front, turned his head and reminded his subordinates: "There are so many strange things today! You must keep your spirits up!"

"That wounded goblin must have been blackmailed, but if something goes wrong with Gringotts, we're sure we won't be able to get away with it!"

Dumbledore walked towards them, lit the tip of his wand and asked, "Good evening, what happened today? You said a goblin was injured?"

"Good evening! Principal Dumbledore!" The wizard captain took off his hat and saluted, "Yes, do you know that wizard named Boulder?"

"Of course, a powerful goblin who was once responsible for taming fire dragons in the underground vault."

"That's him! Jushi left Gringotts later and became a thug in a casino. He seemed to have encountered a problem today. When we found them, those people were bleeding from their ears and nostrils. It was a tragedy!"

"Is it a dark wizard? Do you know what kind of magic they were attacked by?"

"This is not very clear... I have been doing this job for so many years, and this is the first time I have encountered this kind of magic. It doesn't look like the Dark Lord, it should be a spell like the repelling spell, right?"

Saying goodbye to the security wizard, Dumbledore could already see Ollivander's wand shop which was still open. He took out a lemon sherbet and chewed it slowly in his mouth.

The unique sweetness and fragrance of lemon sherbet filled his mouth, slightly softening the tingling in his temples.