Harry Potter: Martial Arts Professor at Hogwarts

"Oh? An acquaintance I know?" Sato was a little surprised, "After what happened that year, the remaining Neon people should all join the banner of the Great Mold Country. Are there any other compatriots?"

"I made a mistake in my statement." Smith smiled frivolously. "It should be said that I knew your younger brother. He was the one who sabotaged our plan back then. His name was Kong Nuo."

"He, along with Dumbledore and the alchemist Nicole Flamel, developed this set of Squib conversion treatments."

"It's...it's him!" Sato took a deep breath, clasping his hands tightly on the suitcase, "Since it's the research result of Dumbledore and Nicole Flamel, I must see it carefully. !"

"Since changing the course of treatment can turn a Squib into a wizard, it is very likely that it will be possible to control a magic immune person!"

"Very good!" Smith stood up, and waved his wand to make the chair disappear.

He patted Sato on the shoulder, "The magic world in the country doesn't support idlers, so you have to do it well! After all, you failed to invade Sulian, and there is no new progress in the plan of Mofangren."

"If you can completely decipher the inner principle of that set of treatment, or realize the real-time control of the magic immune people, the chairman should let you Neon people have a wider space for activities."

"Arigado Kosaimas!" Sato bowed ninety degrees again, "We will definitely work hard! We will definitely not disappoint the expectations of the chairman of the Magic Congress!"

boom!

The moment Smith left the Department of Mysteries, the original humility and respect on Sato's face disappeared instantly.

He raised his head trembling all over, and looked at the door with resentment in his eyes, as if he wanted to cast a spell to kill Smith behind the door.

However, he turned his head to look at the huge glass jar again, and the trembling all over his body gradually subsided, but the expression on his face remained ferocious.

"Whether it is the country or England, it will become a stepping stone for the restoration of my great neon clan in the future!"

After leaving this sentence, he strode back to work, revealing a crescent-shaped pendant on his chest.

The ferocity on his face had disappeared at this moment, he stuffed the crescent moon pendant into his chest, and continued to work.

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Austria, a barren land that Muggles cannot enter and cannot be mapped on a map.

Everything around is silent, silent dead trees, silent cold wind, silent corpses, and a silent tall tower in the distance.

The arrival of an elderly woman broke the silence here.

She was wearing a military-style long trench coat and a lady's skirt, and her steps were meticulous, and the spacing of each step was so appropriate and full of elegance.

Snapped!

A wizard wearing the uniform of the Austrian Ministry of Magic appeared and said numbly, "Please show your license!"

"Please..." The elderly woman snapped her fingers, and an envelope stamped with the stamp of the Austrian Ministry of Magic appeared in her hand.

The wizard drew out his wand and began a routine inspection. The envelope opened with a "crash", revealing the letter and two rotten keys inside.

"You can go in now." The wizard turned sideways to make way.

If other visitors, he may also need to check more content.

For example, whether they are carrying weapons, or carrying items such as wands, to ensure that no slightest change will occur to the people detained in the tower.

However, this woman has been here too many times from her youth to her present age.

The only thing that is the same is that the woman's temperament has not changed, she is still so noble and elegant, and the years can't take away the slightest calmness from her.

The woman came and went in a hurry every time, and there was always a look of sadness on her face when she left.

The wizard knew who the woman was, a former voodoo—Wenda Rozier.

Wenda raised her head slightly, looking at the tall tower ahead with hope in her eyes.

The tower is cold and gloomy, with no trace of life in sight.

Standing in front of the gate, she picked up the rotten key and slowly inserted it into the keyhole of the gate.

She has done this action countless times, and she is so proficient that even if she is blindfolded, she can easily find the position of the keyhole.

She is not only the witch party, but also Gellert Grindelwald's right-hand man, and also the steward of the castle of Nurmengard.

The light inside the tower was so dim that it was even impossible to see the stairs leading to the top.

However, for Wenda, even without a wand to illuminate, none of this would pose a problem.

She watched the key crumble in her hand, watched the key disappear in the air.

Only then did she lift her long skirt and gently lift her legs, step by step along the stairs to the top floor.

tah... tah... tah...

The sound of every step is so rhythmic, after all, she is so familiar with every inch of this castle.

There is also a small room on the top floor, and the entrance to the room is a metal door painted with a lion pattern.

Even though the walls of the tower have decayed and grown moss, this metal gate is still shining brightly.

The metal of the gate is Fairy Mithril, an excellent metal used to make weapons. The former Gryffindor sword was made of this material.

Of course, such a large piece of goblin mithril was not gifted by the goblin generously.

The gate is the trophy of Grindelwald. He slaughtered all the goblins in Germany, and finally got the goblin mithril from the goblin resident, and finally turned it into a gate.

There is a connection between the castle and the gate, which can build an exquisite defensive magic square, making the room inside the gate impenetrable.

This indestructibility is two-way, neither the people in the room nor the people outside the room can destroy it.

"The most precious people are imprisoned with the most precious materials."

This is what Grindelwald said when he cast this gate.

It's a pity that times have changed, things have changed, and now it is Grindelwald himself who is imprisoned inside.

Wenda took a deep breath, picked up another key and pierced the keyhole again.

pat!

Heavy and precise sound.

Compared with the shining metal door, the interior of the room looks so simple in contrast.

A wooden table against the corner, and a small round stool that is a little out of balance.

On the wooden table is a stack of letter paper, a bottle of ink and a quill.

There was also a simple bed board in the distance, on which sat a thin man with a figure as thin as a bone.

If those wizards who grew up listening to the stories of Grindelwald came here, they would never believe that the skeleton-like man in front of them was actually the war madman who once set off the Wizarding World War—Gellert Grindelwald.

"Good morning, Wenda." Grindelwald said softly.