Harry Potter: Martial Arts Professor at Hogwarts

In the dim shop, Ollivander sat on a bench with his back to the door.

The whole store was filled with a suffocating smell, and long white smoke rose from Ollivander's direction.

"Scourgify!" Dumbledore waved his wand, the suffocating smell in the shop disappeared, and the white smoke was still slowly rising.

"Good evening, Ollivander."

He saw Ollivander holding a large pipe in which some emerald green herbs were being lit.

His tone immediately became serious, "It's best not to smoke this! After a long time, you will become dependent on the herb!"

This herb has a similar effect to the tobacco produced by Muggles, which can relieve emotions, relieve anxiety, and sharpen the mind.

However, this effect does not come without cost.

While the herb does not harm the body like tobacco, it does eat away at the wizard's soul.

Once dependent on this herb, if you can't continue to take the herb regularly, the wizard's thinking will slow down, and his mood will become irritable and irritable.

The Ministry of Magic has long promulgated corresponding regulations on this kind of herb, and each wizard cannot carry more than ten ounces at most.If the number is exceeded, there is a risk of being imprisoned in Azkaban.

"I don't understand." Ollivander blinked his dull gray eyes. "I was born in a family of wand makers. I grew up learning magic and making wands."

"I just want to break through myself and study how to use the material from thestrals to make wands. Why did you find such a wizard to torture me?"

"Ollivander..." Dumbledore felt his throat a little dry because he didn't know whether it was because he saw Ollivander's vicissitudes of life or because he ate sugar just now.

"Dumbledore, don't tell me, just listen to me." Ollivander squeezed the pipe tightly in his right hand, and the veins on his hand bulged. "What kind of wizard is he? Why is his thinking so strange?"

"Why would he want a wand that's so inconvenient to carry? What else is it called an eyebrow wand? It's more than six feet from his feet to his eyebrows!"

"He actually asked me to make such a large wand for him! I have never made such a large wand! Even if this kind of thing doesn't cast spells, it can probably kill people directly!"

"I...Konno..." Dumbledore was at a loss for words for a while, and he didn't turn the corner.

But now he has understood two things.

The first thing is that Konno can indeed use a wand to perform magic, and the second thing is that Konno wants to customize the wand from Ollivander.

"Listen to me! Dumbledore!" Ollivander bit his pipe, took a deep breath of the white smoke produced by the herbs, half-closed his eyes, and exhaled a slightly cloudy smoke from his nostrils and mouth.

He took out a piece of parchment from his pocket, "In addition to the eyebrow stick, he also asked me to make him a device that can guide magic."

Dumbledore took the parchment. On it was a pair of fighting gloves similar to those used by Muggles. A few protective pieces were highlighted in black on the joints, which looked wild and ferocious.

Ollivander took another sip of the herb, "He wants me to change the body of the stick into something like leather, and then stuff a core like hair into the middle of the interlayer."

"It's a genius idea. I have imagined similar spell-casting equipment before, but I have never had a chance to realize it. Dumbledore, where did you dig out such a living treasure?"

Dumbledore couldn't help but smiled wryly after hearing this: "I'm also curious, where did Newt find such a living treasure. When he picked up the wand, was there anything unusual?"

Ollivander shivered, and a cloud of irregular smoke spewed out of his mouth, "It's incredible! I've never seen such a sight!"

"The moment he came into contact with the wand, he demolished my store and destroyed a lot of wands. It's a nightmare! He's a devil!"

"Destroyed?" Dumbledore looked around and found that there were indeed a lot fewer wand boxes on the shelves. No wonder the security wizard said that there were a lot of strange things today.

"Ollivander, can I understand this? He can't control the power in his body? So a bigger wand is needed to restrain it."

"No!" Ollivander shook his head bluntly, "On the contrary, it was just an accident at the beginning, and he was able to control the wand smoothly later on."

"His magic control is too precise! He can even draw two identical and parallel incisions!"

Dumbledore looked at the ground and saw the two sword marks that Kong Nuo had left before.He squatted on the ground and studied it carefully, his brows were locked together again unconsciously.

He could feel magic power, but this magic power was of a type he had never seen before, and he couldn't even describe the specific feeling this magic power gave him.

"The most important thing is!" Ollivander tapped his head with his pipe, "He gets along well with every wand! Every wand!"

Ollivander grabbed Dumbledore's shoulder with his free hand, "Dumbledore! Where did you get such a weird thing! I just want some Thestral materials for research! Why did you let him come torture me!"

The pain in Dumbledore's temple became worse. Ollivander's eyes widened in front of him, his face was red and swollen, and he felt like giving up treatment and feeling hysterical.

In desperation, Dumbledore could only snatch Ollivander's pipe and stuff it into his mouth, "Calm down! Ollivander! Isn't he already gone?"

Ollivander took a deep breath until the herbs inside turned gray, and the exaggerated expression on his face finally eased a lot.

"Hoo...sorry!" Ollivander let out a long breath, "I'm really a little excited. Can you tell me who this wizard is? I'm really curious."

Dumbledore was in a bit of trouble at this time, if he told Ollivander bluntly: Konno is my main suspect, so I want you to help test it out.

Would Ollivander go mad on the spot and stab himself to death with his wand if he said that?

In order to protect Ollivander's mental state, Dumbledore could only cough lightly, put his hands in his pockets, and said in a somewhat erratic tone:

"He is the druid that Newt found in the deep mountains. He should be the only druid so far. As for other information, I actually don't know much about it."

"That's right! He will be teaching at Hogwarts soon, teaching martial arts. At that time, we can see how much inheritance he has acquired about druids."

"Martial arts class?" Ollivander scratched the back of his ear, "Although the word martial arts is strange to match with a druid, if Kong Nuo is really a druid, it can indeed explain a lot of things."

"It's no wonder he designed such strange spell-casting equipment. It seems that when we collect materials with him, we will be able to see the inheritance of druids!"

"Collect materials together?" Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, "Are you going to collect materials for making wands together?"

"The kind of wand he wants to customize is impossible with my personal ability. So when I have material news from my side, I will inform him to come and look for it together."

Dumbledore nodded silently, seeing that Ollivander regained his composure again, the stone in his heart dropped.

But when he thought that Ollivander was going to go with Kong Nuo, he couldn't help but began to worry about Ollivander's mental state again.