Harry Potter: Martial Arts Professor at Hogwarts

"Dumbledore, even you don't know why this horned llama can't sleep?"

Newt half-kneeled on the ground, still stubbornly scanning the horned camel's body with his wand with glowing tip.

Dumbledore couldn't help but smile, "Newt, you are the world-renowned magizoologist, and I'm just the principal of a school."

After scanning around, there was still no result. The discouraged Newt slowly stood up with Dumbledore's support, "You are Albus Dumbledore! You are the greatest wizard recognized by everyone."

Dumbledore reached into his pocket casually and took out a lemon sherbet, chewed it slowly in his mouth, and said in a vague voice:

"There is a proverb called 'the one who untied the bell must tie it', why don't we visit that wizard named Kong Nuo? Maybe he will have a way."

Newt couldn't help shivering. He looked at the bruise on the horned camel's belly, and the three crouching demons recuperating in the distance.

"I really don't want to face him again. His appearance makes me doubt my life. I can't see the origin of his magic at all."

"Aha!" Dumbledore's eyes lit up, "A wizard who can't even see the way? I'm more interested."

Newt frowned and paced in the courtyard, first looked at the Winged Demon and then at the bird and snake, went around in a circle, and half-knelt down to stroke the gray-purple skin of the horned llama.

Finally he made up his mind and put the horned camel into the suitcase, "Okay! Anyway, with you by my side this time, you will solve any troubles!"

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On the eighth floor underground, the main hall of the Ministry of Magic, this is the lobby and reception area of ​​the Ministry of Magic headquarters, used to welcome the incoming Ministry of Magic staff and visitors.

The main hall is always the busiest place, countless people come and go through here.

In addition to the telephone booths on the surface, visitors have the option of using the Floo network to enter the Ministry of Magic from the gilded fireplace on the left side of the main hall.

Newt held his carry-on suitcase in his hand, and walked side by side with Dumbledore to the reception in the middle of the main hall.

Dumbledore looked at the huge fountain statue in front of the reception with a smile, and then took apart a lemon sherbet and stuffed it into his mouth.

Newt knocked lightly on the front desk, "Ahem...Sorry, I want to ask one thing."

"Yes...sir, tell me..." The reception witch, who was still weak at first, saw that the visitor was Newt, and opened her almost drowsy eyes.

"Oh! Mr. Scamander! What do you say you want to ask? I will be at your service!"

Newt scratched his head, coughed twice before saying, "Well... I need to check the recent situation of a suspect. I remember his name is Konno, and he is in charge of the case from the Department of Management and Control of Magical Creatures."

"Wait a minute! I'll check for you right away!" The quill in front of the reception witch began to write quickly, and soon a paper airplane used to convey information took off from her chest.

Soon, a paper airplane flew into the arms of the reception witch, and she asked nervously, "Well... Mr. Scamander, what is the relationship between you and him?"

"I was the one who subdued him the night he committed the crime, and now I have a problem for him to solve."

The reception witch's nervous expression relaxed, "Oh... I'm very sorry, Mr. Connor is not in the Ministry of Magic now. He was imprisoned in Azkaban three days ago for attacking Aurors and escaping from the interrogation room."

"Azkaban?" Scamander couldn't help repeating what he said to the witch, "You said he was sent to Azkaban for committing crimes?"

The reception witch wiped the sweat from her brow, nodded repeatedly and said, "Yes... If you have something urgent, we can expeditiously apply for a visit certificate to Azkaban for you."

Dumbledore turned around and couldn't help grinning, "Newt, it seems that Mr. Connors is more interesting than expected."

Newt was not in the mood to joke with Dumbledore at all at this time, he nodded firmly to the reception witch and said, "Please hurry up, it's best to help me get the voucher right away."

"I want two copies! Dumbledore and I are going to visit Mr. Connor in Azkaban!"

After saying this, he quickly lowered his head to avoid the paper airplane flying away in a hurry.

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Half an hour later, in the waters of the North Sea, a magical island that cannot be plotted.

This is a small island shrouded in dark clouds and dense fog all day long. Gloomy, terrifying, and frightening, these words can all be used to describe this small island.

It is almost the nightmare of all wizards. In the wizard prison named Azkaban, dementors are used as prison guards to guard countless wizard criminals.

Dementors are one of the ugliest things in the world, they can't even be called living things.

Born of the darkest and filthiest places, they live in decay and despair, and feed on peace, hope, and joy.

In Azkaban, the dementors can absorb the joy and hope of those criminals.Criminals who lose these will be swallowed up by negative emotions, and eventually die miserably in prison.

Newt and Dumbledore made their way through the rows of gravestones from criminals, and two scowling wizards stopped them at the end of the death road.

"Mr. Scamander, Mr. Dumbledore, please show us your visit certificate."

Two letters with the stamp of the Ministry of Magic flew into their hands. They took out their wands and tapped the stamp. The stamp shimmered and the letter opened automatically.

On it was a string of information about the visitor, ending with the autograph of Minister for Magic Fudge.

The two wizards exchanged glances, and one of them, wearing a gray wizard hat, made a welcome gesture, "Okay...you two, please follow me."

Azkaban is a tall tower that has been cast with the Untraceable Stretching Curse. The sharp tower body goes straight into the dark clouds, and the top cannot be seen.

Occasional cries for help and wild laughter could be heard from the top of the tower, but the bottom of the tower was surprisingly quiet, as if there were no prisoners at the bottom.

Newt rubbed his nose and asked, "Excuse me...are you specifically clearing out the bottom layer and detaining Kong Nuo?"

The gray hat wizard shook his head with a strange expression, "Well...the situation is a little special, please follow me here."

Before they entered the gate of the prison, the first thing that came to their ears was the sound of reciting, as if they were reciting some ancient book, and the pronunciation was extremely strange.

"It's a bit like Chinese..." Newt picked his ears, "I knew a few friends from Huaxia before, and when they were traveling there, they would also recite similar tones."