Harry Potter: The Martial Arts Professor at Hogwarts

Ollivander wiped the sweat from his forehead, his eyes swept over the wand hill in front of him, and his mouth kept crushing thoughts, as if he were counting.

"There are forty wands, each of which is twenty. Seven Galleons for a wand, five thousand six hundred Galleons. "

So cheap?" said Conno, as the wizard's most important tool, a wand costs only seven gold coins, and the price is even cheaper than a crucible.

He suddenly realized why that casino was still looking for thugs to fight him, so it was ...... Sixty thousand gold coins seems to be a lot of money.

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

The two Aurors couldn't help but slap themselves in the face, the intense pain making them realize that they weren't dreaming.

For them, 5,600 Galleons is a lot of money, and if they live alone, they should be able to support their living expenses for three or five years.

The cost of their three or five years of comfortable life was actually used to buy 800 wands.

Conno didn't know what the two Aurors were doing, he thought that since the crucible could be customized for hot pot, then the wand could also be customized?

It seems that their wizards will also ride around on broomsticks, is it possible that broomsticks can also be customized?

He counted the gold coins he had on hand, and it seemed that he hadn't even spent ten thousand gold coins, so he put his hand on Ollivander's shoulder and asked in an enthusiastic voice,

"Mr. Ollivander! You support custom wands here, these wands are a little thin, can you help me with the whole work......"

Conno left the Ollivanders wand shop with the two Aurors, and he was going to use the rest of the time to visit Diagon Alley to see how many more shops supported customization.

After today's trip, he was also full of expectations for this magical world, and it seemed that it was not as boring as he originally thought.

At midnight, with the warm breeze of midsummer, the hustle and bustle of Diagon Alley gradually calmed down.

At the end of the day, Dumbledore arrived at the Cauldron Bar, where he stood in front of a dreamlike mask glowing blue and lost his thoughts.

Tom, the owner of the Leaky Cauldron Bar, said intermittently, "I'm sorry! Headmaster Dumbledore! "

Did Conno do it?" Dumbledore let out a long sigh, his temples seemingly stinging again.

"I don't know, Headmaster Dumbledore......" Old Tom sobbed again, "a tall and athletic wizard.

"He didn't know what magic he used, and he shattered the walls with one punch, and there wasn't much ash left!"

Dumbledore nodded slightly, drew his wand and said, "Tom, I'm really sorry for causing you trouble." Repairs shouldn't be cheap, right?"

Old Tom nodded, "Yes...... I haven't had any revenue this month!"

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

The patio of the Leaky Cauldron was windy, a whirlwind of great power that gathered all the imperceptible powder around it and put it into a curtain of light.

In just a few breaths, the brick wall, familiar to every wizard of England, had appeared in front of Old Tom.

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

Dumbledore smiled slightly, "Old Tom should go and cancel the appointment, lest they regret it." "

Of course!" Old

Tom staggered away, and Dumbledore tapped the brick lightly into the archway.

The babbling owl shop opens its doors and releases the owls that have been trapped in cages all day, allowing them to fly to the countryside to hunt for food.

The ornate wooden door of Madame Morkin's robes store had long since been closed, the Fantastic Beasts store would occasionally hear a few cats barking and dogs barking, and the staff of the Blotted Bookstore had just locked the door.

However, Diagon Alley today does not seem to be as calm as before, and there are still a few shops that have not yet closed.

The lights in the Patch Crucible shop were still on, and the boss's voice could be heard: "I want it to be made of brass...... There is also an automatic heating function, an automatic mixing function, an automatic cleaning function...... "

The Quidditch boutique is not closed yet, and the locked storefront is brightly lit and the sound can be heard inside.

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

"This sword can't be a wooden sword yet! The whole body has to be made of fairy mythril!The position of the gauntlet must be wrapped in dragon skin!Why do you want to add a ball of sword spikes at the end!"

Another slightly immature voice hurriedly soothed: "Boss, dissipate your anger, don't be angry." The

hoarse voice continued to roar: "Those Mithril still have to go to the goblins to enchant! I am disgusted when I see those goblins greedy for money!" The

immature voice said timidly: "The guest gave 15,000 Galleons, as long as the requirements are met, the rest is our tip......"

The hoarse voice suddenly became dumb, and after a while, he sighed: "He gave too much! Let's get here today, and tomorrow I'll ask someone to contact those damn goblins!"

The gates of Gringotts have also been closed, and only a few security wizards patrol the cobblestone pavement.

The wizard captain walked at the front, turned his head to his men and reminded him, "There are so many strange things today! You must cheer up!"

"That injured goblin must have been hacked and blackened, but if something goes wrong with Gringotts, we won't be able to eat and walk around!"

Dumbledore walked up to them, lit the tip of his wand and asked, "Good evening, what happened today? You just said that one of the elves was injured?"

"Good evening! Headmaster Dumbledore!" The wizard captain took off his hat and saluted, "Yes, do you know the wizard named Monolith?"

"Of course, a powerful elf who was once responsible for taming fire dragons in underground vaults.

"That's him!" The boulder later left Gringotts and became a casino thug. He seems to have hit a hard stubble today, and when we found them, they were bleeding from their ears and nostrils, and it was terrible!"

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

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

Goodbye to the security wizard, Dumbledore could already see the Ollivanders wand shop that had not yet closed, he took out a lemon snow treasure, put it in his mouth and chewed it slowly.

The unique sweetness and fragrance of lemon snow filled his mouth, causing the tingling in his temples to diminish slightly.