Harry Potter: The Martial Arts Professor at Hogwarts

The auditorium is richly decorated with medieval features, and thousands of candles float in the air above it, adding a touch of magic to this medieval hall.

Dumbledore led Conno to the teacher's table at the other end of the auditorium, and the students who were still talking to each other couldn't help but lower their voices when they saw the headmaster present.

At the same time, there was curiosity in their eyes, curiosity about the man in the white trench coat who followed behind the principal.

Fred, George, and their buddy Jordan all stood up, beckoned in Connoe's direction, and exaggerated their lips told Conno that they were at the Gryffindor table.

Conno nodded, continuing to survey the layout of the auditorium.

Occupying the largest area of the auditorium are four House tables, all of which are already lined with glittering gold plates and goblets.

On the opposite side of the four long tables is a statue of an eagle that is not very tall, which looks lifelike.

In addition, what attracted Conno's attention the most was the ceiling above the auditorium, the glass on the ceiling was very transparent, and you could see the brilliant galaxy outside the glass.

He couldn't help but sigh, "Your glass is so good! Transparent!"

Dumbledore smiled and explained, "There is magic on it, so you can see the starry sky outside."

Conno closed his eyes and felt the faint fluctuations of power on the ceiling.

"Headmaster, what kind of effect does this magic have, I mean...... Can he only feed back the weather outside the castle, or can he change the picture according to the wizard's ideas?"

Dumbledore groaned for a moment and said, "The content can be changed according to the wizard's ideas, but we generally don't interfere too much, just let the dome feed back the weather outside the castle." "

Then this magic is very powerful!" Conno exclaimed, "Can you tell me how this magic should be used? This magic should be very cool to watch movies!"

He knew that the effect of this ceiling was done by magic, and this was the first thought that came to mind.

The galaxy on the ceiling is too clear, even those 2K and 4K monitors in his previous life can't reach this level.

"No problem!" Dumbledore tugged at his sleeve, "I'll introduce you to the faculty and staff of the school, and you can ask Professor Flitwick for help after dinner."

Dumbledore led him to the teacher's table and began to introduce him to the other teachers.

The study of magic involves a large number of magical principles, and only by understanding these magical principles can one be able to perform a wide variety of magical spells.

Professor Philius Flitwick, who teaches Charms, is a master of Charms, and despite his short stature (only one hundred and seven centimeters), he fully explains the truth that concentration is essence.

His spells are magical, and he won a heavyweight wizarding duel at a young age.

Dumbledore had already packaged Conno as the inheritor of a modern-day druid, an identity that made it easy for him to gain the favor of most of his teachers.

Well, except for a middle-aged man in a black robe, with shiny oily hair and a big hooked nose.

The middle-aged man named Severus Snape greeted Conno with a cold look and an indifferent tone the whole time.

That sallow face is like someone has been pointed, and it can't make any superfluous expressions at all.

And the teacher who made Conno feel the most uncomfortable had to be Quirinus Quirrell, Professor Quirrell, who taught the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

In layman's terms, Kong Nuo felt that this teacher Yintang was black, as if he had lost three souls and seven spirits after seeing a ghost, and he looked nervous.

At the same time, the Martial Dao Jin Dan in his mind also reacted, and he instinctively rejected too much contact with Professor Quirrell.

Just as he was about to shake Professor Quirrell's hand, Professor McGonagall suddenly pushed open the door of the Great Hall and led the group of freshmen into the Great Hall.

Conno sat next to Professor Flitwick for a chance to ask about the magic curtain.

The crowd of freshmen was still a little timid when they saw so many people in the auditorium, but they soon saw Conno at the end, and a smile suddenly appeared on their little faces.

The girl named Hermione waved at Conno, and the boy named Draco, whom he had met on the train, also waved at him, but not so much.

In previous years, when the freshmen entered the auditorium, they were mainly shivering, but this year's batch of freshmen who are not too timid really made other teachers a little curious.

They all involuntarily turned their heads to Conno, feeling that Conno, a modern druid close to nature, did have some real skills.

Because according to legend, the druids are the darlings of nature, and all living beings will always show kindness to the druids.

Dumbledore objected, knowing that Conno was certainly not a druid, and knowing that Conno had slapped a horned camel.

Of course, he won't bring up this kind of thing now, after all, Kong Nuo's performance so far is normal, and he even gets along well with other teachers.

He still remembered the scene when Snape joined the teaching team ten years ago, Snape greeted the other teachers with a cold face, and those teachers didn't say much, and responded indifferently throughout the whole process.

"At least it's a good start!" Dumbledore could only comfort himself silently in his heart.

Professor McGonagall brought over a triangular stool and placed a tattered wizard's hat on it.

Just as Conno was expecting the next step, the wizard's hat suddenly stood up, and a patched mark in the middle suddenly cracked open, and an extremely ugly sound came out of the gap.

It's like a sound from hell, and ordinary carbon-based creatures can't have it.

However, on second thought, it seemed that the hat wasn't a carbon-based creature either, so it made sense to be able to sing the song of hell.

Holding one hand over one ear, Conno leaned over to Flitwick and asked, "Professor Flitwick, is this hat broken, why does it sing so badly, and it doesn't even have a tune!"

Flitwick laughed happily, "This is a repertoire of the Hogwarts Sorting Ceremony, and that hat is the Sorting Hat, and the freshmen will wear the Sorting Hat, and the students will be divided into four houses according to their characteristics.

Flitwick was a very talkative person, and when he was singing, he shared a lot of interesting facts about the sorting ceremony with Conno.

Similarly, the Sorting Hat is a magical item that has been handed down since the founding of the school, and it is the brainchild of the four founders that it can be used for sorting ceremonies.

Also, none of them would tell the new students how to sort before they were sorted, so they could see the newcomers shivering.

Also, writing lyrics is a daily pastime for the Sorting Hat, and every year the Sorting Hat composes a new song about the four houses.

The Sorting Hat finally finished singing it that had taken a year to compose, and most of them gave the Sorting Hat a round of applause, even the freshmen who clapped their hands in tears.

According to Conno's guess, these tearful freshmen were probably scared to tears by the unpleasantness of the song.

McGonagall spread out a roll of parchment and said almost as deftly as if she were a mouthful, "Whose name I call now, sit on the stool and wait for the Sorting Hat to be sorted."

She glanced at the parchment, "Hannah Abbott!"