Harry Potter: The Martial Arts Professor at Hogwarts

Dumbledore sat in the Headmaster's chair, rummaging through the thick piles of papers on his desk before pulling out a folder.

He pushed a fruit bowl forward, and it was filled with all kinds of snacks, hard candy, fudge, chocolate, biscuits, and petit fours.

He smiled slightly, and recommended: "These are my usual favorite foods, you can also taste them, the craftsmanship of the house-elves is very good! The principal's office can also be visited casually, you wait for me for a while."

Kong Nuo glanced at the fruit bowl, which contained only dazzling sweets, and no peanuts and melon seeds. He nodded his head in refusal and didn't reach for it.

Conno stood up and began to think crankily as he paced around the room.

"It's too sweet, isn't it???—Should I also develop a quirk like a different?"

He picked up one of the teapot-like silverware and shook it, the pale brown liquid inside visible through the gap in the silverware.

If he guessed correctly, the liquid was supposed to be a potion made by a wizard, and there must have been several materials in it.

He asked curiously, "Dumbledore, what's in this?" rosemary, holly leaves, mint, cinnamon, why do you need lavender, isn't it better to use baiji?"

Dumbledore looked up at him, his eyes widened slightly, and he asked in surprise, "Have you made this potion before?" The recipe is exactly right!"

Conno nodded, "Refining medicine, you must contact some, if you want to strengthen your body, whether it is exercise or food supplements, you can't leave behind." "

There are many inheritances in the martial arts golden pill, in addition to the exercises, there are also alchemy and cooking techniques, and even some secrets of refining.

The so-called poor literature and rich martial arts, in addition to their own training, it is also very important to strengthen themselves with a variety of natural and earthly treasures.

He didn't refine many pills, but he had eaten a lot, what herbs would smell, and what smells would appear when they were mixed, he was very familiar with them.

There is no other way to know it.

Dumbledore gave a look of appreciation, a satisfied smile on the corner of his mouth, "I was right to revise the class schedule, you wait!" The

effect of the spew-out silverware was much the same, and it seemed that as the owner of this room, Dumbledore needed a lot of potions to boost his spirits.

This situation made Kong Nuo vaguely worried, according to his five and a half years of social animal experience in his previous life, this kind of boss who is so ruthless to himself may not be polite to his own employees.

There are a lot of things in the principal's room, and they are all magical items. In an open black cabinet, there was a crudely carved stone basin, a tattered hat, and a silver sword of incomparable delicacy.

Conno recognized the tattered hat at a glance as the Sorting Hat, and after sniffing the hat and finding that it did not smell, he put it on his head.

Nothing happened.

He took off his hat, looked at it again, and put it on his head.

After a while, a subtle, hoarse voice sounded in my ears, just as unpleasant as the Sorting Hat had sung it.

"That...... What do you want to do?"

"Sorting Houses...... Kong Nuo was a little confused, "Aren't you the Sorting Hat?"

"Uh......" The Sorting Hat was silent for a moment, "That...... Can you let go of your mind, otherwise you keep your brain closed like this, and I can't judge where you belong to the academy. "

Let go of your mind?" Conno raised an eyebrow, "In other words, the so-called sorting house is similar to collecting data and then using big data to pinpoint which college new students should go to?"

"Uh......" The sorting hat seems to have been rectified by Conno, and he keeps repeating the same tone word, "uh...... I don't really understand what you just said.

"I get the Sorting Hat's trick. Conno sighed, he now understood how the Sorting Hat worked.

It's no wonder that roommates were able to tell the results of their Gryffindor assignment if they entered Hogwarts through a long, long questionnaire.

It turns out that the so-called sorting house is actually somewhat similar to a psychological test, but the sorting hat will more accurately read the true thoughts of the new students' subconscious, so as to determine the belonging.

"I thought the Sorting Hat was a more magical item that would distribute students in a more magical way.

This time, the Sorting Hat reacted much faster, and quickly began to quibble (cross out) to justify, "I am definitely the best magic item in the world!I can not only sort houses, but also summon treasures!"

"Summoning treasures?" Conno was a little puzzled, "How do you summon treasures?"

"It's a very magical process! It's more magical than you think!" The Sorting Hat's tone was full of pride, "If it's a real Gryffindor, you can pull out the Gryffindor Sword from me!"

Conno was curious, "It's amazing, what am I going to do?"

the Sorting Hat scoffed, "It's useless! You didn't even join the Sorting House, and the Gryffindor Sword wouldn't approve of you!"

"How do you know if you don't try?" Conno smirked, "Aren't you? Because you think I'm not magical enough, so you're lying to me?"

The Sorting Hat said quickly with anger in his tone, "Not really! If you're a real Gryffindor, if you need help, reach into your hat and you'll be able to pull out the Gryffindor Sword!"

"I'll try!" Conno took off his Sorting Hat and reached into it with his right hand to fumble around.

The Sorting Hat was indeed a magical item, and as his hand fumbled in it, he couldn't feel the boundaries at all, and certainly didn't feel the so-called Gryffindor Sword.

Conno frowned, "Could it be that the method was used in the wrong way?" The

gap in the middle of the Sorting Hat cracked, and he said triumphantly, "Give up! You are not a student of Hogwarts, let alone a student of Gryffindor, you will not succeed!"

"Don't make any noise!" Conno glanced at the Sorting Hat, "When you need help, right?"

He calmed down, imagining the situation in which he needed help......

So far, he has not faced any opponents who he really can't solve, and he seems to be completely unable to understand this feeling of needing help.

Then let's start with the other aspects...... Like what...... Now I want to eat fish fillet, but I don't have a kitchen knife to handy, and I really need help!

The space in the hat seemed endless, but he soon felt the edge of his palm touch something cold and stiff, so he grabbed it and pulled it out.

A

sharp sword groan.

A sword with an egg-sized ruby and a silver glow was literally pulled out of his hat.

The Sorting Hat, who was still laughing, suddenly froze, and then shouted in the loudest voice, "Headmaster Dumbledore!