Harry Potter: The Martial Arts Professor at Hogwarts

As Conno finished a cup of chocolate hazelnut peanut crumble sundae, an owl descended from the sky and delivered him the Hogwarts offer of employment.

[To Mr. Connor:

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

Semester is scheduled to begin on September 1. Be prepared to travel to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Deputy Headmistress

Minerva McGonagall

"Mr. Connor, you are really 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 and is surmounted by a shield coat of arms with a capital "H" in the center of the coat of arms, surrounded by a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake.

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

The two Aurors were just a little embarrassed, originally Kong Nuo was still a suspect in their interrogation, but now he has become a martial arts professor at Hogwarts.

Especially since they had recently won 60,000 Galleons from a casino, which ...... It doesn't look like something a professor should do.

Conno frowned and said, "I'm not satisfied with their tone, what do you mean by permission? Dumbledore invited me, it should be called 'I'm honored to inform you', so it's like words!"

"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 Potions Master, and the former Duel Master, all very powerful wizards!"

"Not to mention the great Headmaster Dumbledore!" Williamson looked at him adoringly, "He's the most powerful wizard in the world!!" The man who defeated Greenwald!"

"Grindelwald?, that's a familiar name......" Conno scratched his head, remembering that his roommates would often say things like "GGAD, I'm crying to death."

"The most powerful Dark Wizard in the world! The two Aurors said in unison, "But that was more than fifty years ago.

Conno and the two Aurors chatted all the way.

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

Not to mention that Conno had given them more than 2,000 Galleons, these gold coins alone were enough for them to release their suspicions.

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Anyway, 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?"

Conno frowned and looked at the small, dilapidated shop in front of him, and compared it to the scrap shop next to it that emitted a foul smell, it was hard not to suspect that this shop was actually a branch of the scrap shop.

"Mr. Conno, this must not be nonsense!" Williamson hurriedly tugged at Conno's clothes, "This is the pride of our English wizards!It is the best wand shop in the world!"

Praudian agreed, "Don't look good-looking, but you will definitely get the most satisfying wand here!" I can assure you!"

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

A beam of light hit the sign on the door, the gold letters of the sign had peeled off, and it read: Ollivanders: A well-made wand since 382 BC.

"It does look quite old, it's more than 2,000 years old, it's a bit amazing!" Conno walked into the small wand shop.

The wand shop is small, flanked by shelves with wand boxes, almost stacked to the ceiling.

Only a wooden bench with starch has been laid aside for rest.

As soon as Conno entered the store, an old man with silver hair suddenly appeared in front of them.

His eyes are special, and his iris is silvery-white, like two bright moons.

He also greeted each other in a peculiar way, first looking at the two Aurors, and then rapping like a troubadour.

"Williamson, redwood, unicorn tail, nine and fiveths of an inch, and Prout, fir, also unicorn tail, ten inches. I remember all your wands.

Without waiting for the two Aurors to speak, he began to look at Conno, his silver eyes revealing great confusion.

"This gentleman...... It's a strange thing, you probably haven't bought a wand from me, have you?"

Conno was also looking at the old man, who looked a bit of a Shinto, and at the same time raised the evaluation of this Ollivanders wand shop up a notch.

There is a stark contrast between the dilapidated scene on the outside and the long history engraved on the painted signboard.

At the same time, they will also find reasons for themselves in their hearts: it is such an old shop! No wonder the storefront is so dilapidated! These are not dilapidated, they are all the marks carved by history!

The furnishings in the wand shop are simple to the end, except for a resting bench, the rest are all stacked wands, giving people a feeling of uncertainty.

The moment he heard that the customer was coming, the boss immediately came out to greet him, and he was even able to immediately say the magic wand information of the old customer, creating an extremely professional craftsman spirit.

I have to say...... Even putting aside the craftsmanship, this boss's grasp of customer psychology is extremely in place.

If you follow such a process, no matter which customer you are, you will be impressed by this place.

It's no wonder that the two Aurors were so proud when they talked about this shop, as if they had opened it themselves.

Thinking of this, Kong Nuo suddenly wanted to see what kind of reaction this old man would have if he encountered some guests who did not play their cards according to common sense.

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

old man nodded, "Diligent ascetics, such wizards are rare. Meet me, my name is Garrick Ollivander, I don't know what Mr. is called?"

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Mr. Conno, since you're here for the first time, I need to take some measurements of your body data. Which hand are you usually better at?"

"I can fight left and right, so I use both hands 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 circle Conno's entire body and begin to measure his body.

The data from the tape measure seems to be transferred directly to Ollivanders' thoughts.

By the time the tape measure began to work, he was already shuttling between the shelves, pulling out boxes and boxes of wands.