Harry Potter: The Martial Arts Professor at Hogwarts

Although Ollivander staggered around with a large number of wand cases, he came to Conno's side without danger.

"There is something that even a wizard who is using a wand for the first time needs to know.

He slowly pulled out the wand case with great ritualism, and with a slight hook of his slender fingers, the wand was already in his palm.

"Because of the different materials used in the wand body, the different materials used in the wand core, and the different wand makers and different lengths, there is no such thing as a wand that is exactly the same. "

Try this one, you're in a burly figure and should fit this tough guy combo perfectly. Alder, fire dragon heartstrings, fourteen inches, extraordinary power!" Conno

was about to take the wand, when he suddenly had a feeling that as long as he touched the wand, some serious consequences would occur.

This was the first time he had this kind of wonderful induction since he became a martial arts master, so his hand hesitated and did not immediately grasp the wand.

"Do you think it's inappropriate?" Ollivander blinked, "I'm the best wandmaker in all of England, and I think Mr. Conno should trust my judgment."

He pointed to the dazzling wand boxes, "There are so many options here, I'm sure the Ollivanders Wand Store will find the wand you have in mind." "

No......" Conno blinked, "I think we should go outside and try this wand, or I think something bad will happen......"

Hearing this, Ollivander opened his mouth with difficulty and replied dryly.

"It's okay...... You were prescient. Wizards who come into contact with wands for the first time are indeed prone to some unexpected accidents, but those are for eleven-year-olds.

"For a wizard like you, who has been practicing in the mountains, since you were invited by Dumbledore to join Hogwarts, I think you should be able to control the magic in your body. "

Dumbledore?

Conno heard a familiar name from Ollivander's mouth, and suddenly it seemed that things were not so simple again.

The Ministry of Magic asked the two Aurors to accompany him to buy wands, and even if Ollivander wanted to mention it, he would probably have to say what the Ministry of Magic had him do, not Dumbledore.

Since the old man's mouth is now referring to Dumbledore, it can only mean one thing.

Dumbledore had already greeted Ollivander first, probably wanting to know something from Ollivander.

Conno's mind raced, and he suddenly remembered something he had been ignoring: was he a Muggle who couldn't do magic in the mouths of these wizards, or a wizard who could do magic?

The five-and-a-half-year-long experience of social animals in his previous life had taught him not to underestimate any boss.

The strange brains of these bosses, as a staff member, can always be guessed.

Could it be that Dumbledore was also curious about whether he could do magic,

or that the old man had already seen through it, and knew that he had made up the identity of the druid, and wanted to take the opportunity to determine whether he was a wizard or not.

Ollivander held the grayish-yellow alder wand over again, "Mr. Conno, try it, it's getting late."

Conno laughed slowly, repeating Ollivanders' words, "Try it, it's not too early." Why are you so anxious?"

Ollivanders' silver-white eyes didn't dare to look at Conno, and kept drifting in other directions.

"I've always been like that, and the appearance of a new guest means that a wand will shine in the wizarding world, and that's a wonderful thing!"

the two Aurors also helped, "Yes, Mr. Ollivander has always been so craftsman!"

"Okay. Conno shrugged, "Advance notice! I'm experimenting with my wand indoors, and if anything happens in between, don't bother me." He

trusted his instincts as a martial arts master, so he had to explain it to Ollivander in advance, so as not to wait for Ollivander to dump the pot on him.

"Of course. Ollivander nodded, "Please, Mr. Conno. Alder, dragon heartstrings, fourteen inches, hard texture. "

Whoosh!

The moment Conno felt his wand squeeze his wand, something seemed to pour out of him.

The sound of a strong wind blowing through the canopy of a tree came from the wand, accompanied by a violent tremble.

The unique gray and yellow wood grain of alder shone brighter, the gray wood became more pure, and the yellow wood grain became more dazzling.

Off-white and golden-yellow intertwined, giving the wand a metallic texture for a moment.

Conno was also a little surprised, and the wand seemed to hook a sleeping force.

A breeze began to blow in the closed storehouse, which quickly grew into a violent wind around him.

The wand in his hand trembled almost violently and rapidly like chaff, causing him to subconsciously swing forward, wanting to release this power.

An incomparably sharp aura turned into a sword and slashed out of the wand.

A sword opened the sky!

The silver-white sword with a red light traveled unimpeded, cutting Ollivander's shop diagonally along a corner.

The sword burst out of the wall, and the sound of a dragon's roar resounded throughout Diagon Alley.

At night, there were not so many pedestrians in Diagon Alley, and at this time, pedestrians looked up at the sky, looking at the sword that was obliquely facing the sky.

The sword soared into the sky and disappeared into the sky.

In the distance, the Ollivanders Wand Shop rumbled, drowning in smoke and dust.

A gust of wind emerged from inside the wand shop, followed by a furious roar.

The walls and ceilings of the wand shop didn't even have time to fall before they were hit by the sound wave generated by the lion's roar and flew in all directions.

The security wizards of Diagon Alley have arrived, and the wizard captain has instructed his subordinates to begin repairing the broken building.

The captain then walked into the shop and shouted, "Mr. Ollivanders, what's wrong with you?"

The two Aurors and a wandmaker turned their heads in unison, staring blankly at the wizard who had just entered the wand shop.

Conno had already lowered his wand, unwittingly hidden in the shadows in the corner of the wand shop.

The captain should have been eating dinner just now, with crumbs of fried potatoes hidden in his beard, and a few drops of ketchup on his shirt had not been cleaned up.

"Merlin's beard!" the captain exclaimed, looking at the three unkempt men, "Mr. Ollivanders, do you need our help?"

he obviously recognized the two Aurors as well, and waved his hand in greeting, "Williamson, what are you doing here?"

"Whew!" the two Aurors rubbed the back of their heads in pain.

Williamson quickly shook his head and said, "No...... It was an accident just now, and it happened to have the power of a wand...... Well...... More than we expected.

Prout looked at Ollivander with some awkwardness, the old man was still in a stupor, and he could only nod his head in agreement with Williamson's words.

The captain couldn't help but look at Ollivanders with admiration, "It's Mr. Ollivanders! Your wand making skills is getting better and better!"

Ollivander finally relented and shuddered, gritting his teeth word by word, "Don't mention the wand again!"