Harry Potter: Martial Arts Professor at Hogwarts

Umbridge looked at Dumbledore with a sullen face and asked, "Principal Dumbledore! You mean...you want to use your privilege to get Mr. Kong the Order of Merlin, First Class?"

"Privilege?" Dumbledore nodded calmly, "I'm just doing something, if this is what you think of privilege..."

"Since Kong Nuo has chosen the most selfless path, it is not impossible to use a little bit of privilege."

Kong Nuo directly tore off the second half of the application form, and said loudly: "Principal, there are some options here that I don't understand very well, and I need you, an experienced person, to assist me."

"Minister Fudge, it will take me some time to fill out this application form. How about this? I will send the application form back to you when I finish filling it out."

Both of them have already talked about this point, and Fudge and the others naturally have no intention of staying here.

Connor found that Fudge and Umbridge were all focused on Dumbledore, looking at Dumbledore as sadly as possible.

Williamson and the others were still dealing with those reporters. Connors closed the door directly, looked at Dumbledore and asked, "What's your situation?"

"Why do I feel that Fudge and the others are wary of you? Is it because they are afraid that you will put little shoes on Fudge's children? Otherwise, why do I feel...targeted?"

"Very keen." Dumbledore nodded, waved his wand and summoned a pair of armchairs and a table with a tea set on it, busy making tea.

"They have some opinions on me..." Dumbledore sighed for a long time, picked up a cup of black tea and began to add sugar, "They seem to attach too much importance to that position, and it is easy to ignore what that position should do."

"Of course, this is also related to me. After all, there are voices proposing that I become the new Minister of Magic every year, so Connelly will always think wildly."

"Does he think he is Song Gaozong or Qin Hui? Does he think that your reputation is too great to keep his ministerial position?" Kong Nuo asked casually when he saw that Dumbledore had added five pieces of sugar to the cup.

"I'm afraid that's the case." Dumbledore sighed again. "Actually, he doesn't have to worry about such things at all. I'm already very satisfied to be able to stay at Hogwarts."

"After all, with the help of Professor McGonagall, you are free at ordinary times." Kong Nuo couldn't help complaining.

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows and looked at the smile on Kong Nuo's mouth, "Yes! I am really free. After all, a certain professor has to attend one class a week. It is really hard!"

"It's boring to talk about this!" Kong Nuo took a sip of black tea and put the application form on the table, "While you're still here, fill in this first!"

It wasn't difficult to fill out the application form, and he couldn't help but sigh, "I'm actually the one who lay down the gun? It's obviously a trivial matter, but in the end it attracted both Fudge and you?"

"What does it mean to lie down?" Dumbledore asked curiously.

"Uh... how should I explain it?" Kong Nuo touched his chin, "It means I am innocent. Let's explain it this way! Two people are dueling, and you just pass by, and their dueling magic attacks you. Like this As for the situation, it can be called laying guns."

"Lying gun, an interesting word." Dumbledore said with a smile, "It's actually a coincidence that I came here today."

"I was going to help the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor get his certificate. When I was about to leave, I happened to meet Connelly and the others going out."

"You can still find a new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor!" Kong Nuo was surprised, "One a year! Principal Dumbledore! There are still people willing to come in this kind of consumption situation."

"I didn't expect that there are so many people with lofty ideals. In such a bad situation, there are still people who are willing to become warriors who teach Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"Hey..." Dumbledore sighed again, and took a sip of black tea filled with sugar to relieve the bitterness. "Defense Against the Dark Arts is one of the main subjects, and it is a very important subject."

"Actually, I can give the course to you. According to the actual combat nature of the martial arts class, it should be enough to extend some knowledge about black magic."

"Forget it!" Kong Nuo waved his hand, "The current work intensity is enough, and I have completed the goals for each school year, so there is no need to add more burden to me."

"So far, the students still haven't practiced enough, so the morning exercise and exercise between classes I applied for, has the school board approved it?"

"It has been approved." Dumbledore said, "It is much faster than the projects I applied for. It seems that it is not a bad thing to have some communication with Lucius."

"I have nothing to do with him." Kong Nuo took a sip of black tea, "The main reason is that Draco is more attentive, so I will take advantage of the summer vacation to tutor him."

Dumbledore said with a bit of teasing in his tone: "It's mainly for laziness."

Kong Nuo shrugged and said, "People are tough! We can no longer chat normally!"

He stood up and stretched himself, and found that there was an extra beetle in the room at some point, and the beetle seemed to notice Kong Nuo's gaze, and started to fly high, intentionally or unintentionally.

The beetle looks a little special, the color on its body is very bright, and those spots are like fine gems, which are very beautiful.

But this is Knockturn Alley, and it's normal for strange creatures to appear, so Kong Nuo didn't particularly care.

After finishing the pot of tea, Dumbledore left the martial arts hall. His next goal was to hand over the certificate obtained in the morning to the new colleague.

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In the East End of London, next to a newly built industrial building.

At noon, the sun was high in the sky, and the construction site finally ushered in a short break.

A downcast man held an oiled paper bag in his hand, and after looking around, he walked into a dark alley.

The oiled paper bag contained his food for lunch today, two decent chicken sandwiches, which was the lunch given to construction workers on the construction site.

Snapped!

A clear voice resounded in the alley, and Dumbledore's figure appeared amidst the rotation.

The man quickly stuffed the oiled paper bag into his clothes, squeezed out a mild smile and said, "Principal Dumbledore! Good afternoon!"

"Good afternoon, Remus." Dumbledore waved his wand and cast a Muggle Repelling Curse in the distance.

With a "click", a bright ball of light flew out of a gadget that looked like a lighter.

"The life of a werewolf is hard!" Dumbledore said with emotion, "You don't have to avoid me, really!"