Harry Potter: Martial Arts Professor at Hogwarts

A purple bus slammed to the brakes, the three-story carriage leaned forward in an extremely exaggerated posture, and the windshield almost touched the ground.

Physics doesn't exist anymore.

Leaning forward so violently, the tires did not make any screeching sound of braking, nor did they leave a single trace of braking. It was as silent as a hearse.

This is a remote and quiet alley, and at the end of the alley, there is a crowded street.

Just as Kong Nuo got out of the car, a boy's voice sounded, "Professor Kong! I'm here!"

The man who came to pick him up was Neville, who smelled faintly of herbs.

His complexion was a bit haggard, with heavy dark circles under his eyes, and the whites of his eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes. He didn't know how many days he hadn't had a good night's sleep.

Kong Nuo said with some dissatisfaction: "If there is an accident, you should have informed me earlier. It's not that I don't have a phone at home. It's really not possible. You have two Feijian letters, and that one can also be used."

"For those who practice martial arts, rest is also the most important thing. Even with the blessing of the "Qing Jing Heart Sutra", you can't make such a toss. And the patient's condition can't be delayed. Be careful next time!"

Neville quickly nodded like a chicken pecking rice, "Professor Kong, I know I was wrong!"

Kong Nuo didn't continue to struggle with this issue, "All right! You lead the way!"

Walking out of the alley, they entered a wide commercial street with the flow of people.

There are all kinds of shops on both sides of the street, and the windows are polished to attract the attention of passers-by.

Even if there are these shops attracting attention, other wizards appearing on the street will still attract some people's attention.

These wizards either had bright and weird costumes, or emitted an unpleasant smell, or had exposed skin, which was obviously not the skin that normal carbon-based creatures should have.

Once this kind of wizard is discovered by pedestrians around, one or two other wizards will appear to cover each other, and then use the forgetting spell on the pedestrians who found the wizard.

Kong Nuo asked dumbfoundedly: "So, why is the hospital opened in this kind of place? Isn't it good to open it in Diagon Alley? It's a long way to go anyway."

A rough and deep voice answered Kong Nuo's question: "Because there is not enough land in Diagon Alley! Those therapists despise the unhygienic underground, so they chose this place in the end!"

"Those therapists said that the flow of people here is large enough, and the wizards who are admitted and discharged can blend in with the crowd and leave. It will be more concealed!"

"What bullshit! Voldemort attacked here back then! Those Muggles were affected by magic, and even an unknown number of people died! It's so stupid!"

The person who spoke was not Neville, but a wizard who was wrapped in a cloak, walked with a limp but moved quickly.

Kong Nuo had noticed this wizard a long time ago. This wizard has a very strong aura, and the pedestrians around him will instinctively stay away from him.

"Professor Kong! We meet again!" A lively female voice greeted.

Kong Nuo raised his eyebrows, "Tonks? Why are you here?"

"Professor Kong?" The lame wizard looked up at Kong Nuo, "Are you the Kong Nuo who is in the limelight in the wizarding world?"

Kong Nuo shook his head and said, "I don't know! I just stayed at school and didn't do anything."

Just two years ago, he went to the Far East for a walk, and arrested a bunch of wizards from the bad country by the way.

After that, he didn't go to other countries to have fun, either staying at Hogwarts, or going to the martial arts gym during the holidays to help some wizards formulate special training methods.

The lame wizard chuckled, "I've long been annoyed by those Aurors from bad countries! They even invaded other countries! If you have the guts, go to war openly, what's the point of making petty tricks!"

"There's a fart difference between this and Grindelwald back then! They're all bastards! They should be put in prison! You can't give those people from the Magic Congress a chance to be sent back!"

"The point is! Those dogs are still terrified. I heard from Aurors from other countries that they seem to be doing something tricky again!"

The lame wizard's elegant and easy-going speech made Kong Nuo a little curious about him, "I think so too! I don't know your last name?"

"I'm Alastor Moody! You can call me Moody, you can call me Mad-Eye Moody, Mad-Eye Moody, whatever you want!"

Connor looked at Mad-Eye Moody and noticed the reason for his nickname—one of his eyes was moving in defiance of biology.

Even the pupils can be turned to the back of the head, revealing the whites of the eyes.

Crazy enough indeed, biology doesn't exist anymore.

"Moody, what are you doing here?" Konno asked. "Cure for the crazy eye movement?"

"That's not..." Mad-Eye Moody suddenly stopped talking, and directly put his hand into the hood, and buttoned his eyeballs.

He put the eyeballs in a jar, washed them, and stuffed them back into the sockets.

During this period, Tonks almost didn't jump up, and he had already held his wand and started to be alert, worried that some pedestrians would find Mad-Eye Moody buttoning his eyeballs, so he used the Oblivion Charm immediately.

Tonks whispered with some dissatisfaction: "Mad-Eye! Don't do this! Can't you endure until St. Mungo?"

"It's not a big problem!" Mad-Eye Moody said carelessly, "I'm cultivating your awareness of prevention! As a novice Auror, this is very important."

"I still remember when I was fighting Voldemort, there was an Auror who was two years older than you now, and because he was unprepared, he was killed by Death Eaters on the street."

"It seems that a cutting spell was used, half of the body was gone, and then it was scorched by a fire spell, and it was only possible to issue a death certificate when sent to St. Mungo..."

"Okay! Alright!" Tonks shuddered, his black hair was showing a tendency to change to blue hair, "Stop talking about that! I reacted very quickly just now!"

"Quite fast indeed!" Mad-Eye Moody agreed, "at least faster than that rookie Auror back then."

"It's a pity... that child is still pretty good... just turned into a piece of coke... the aftermath is more troublesome..."

The two teams walked to the depths of the commercial street while chatting. There were gradually fewer pedestrians here, and there were several closed shops around them, looking dilapidated and desolate.

"That's what those healers did on purpose!" Mad-Eye sneered. "Those Muggles occasionally see wizards having magical accidents and think they've encountered some kind of monster."

"It used to be very prosperous here. Later, Voldemort attacked more, and all kinds of urban ghost stories were rampant. Gradually, no one wanted to open a shop here."

They turned into another street, and there was an old-fashioned red brick building in front of them.

The shabby, sloping signboard bears the building's name: Taotao Co., Ltd.