Harry Potter: Martial Arts Professor at Hogwarts

"It makes sense..." Percy frowned, thinking very seriously, "Perhaps it can indeed be used...Professor Kong said that inside and outside the school are completely different concepts."

The Weasley twins looked at each other. Apart from the joy at the beginning, there was also a bit of surprise in their eyes, and they walked to the corner very tacitly.

Fred whispered: "He really believed it? Why did I have such a dream when I encouraged Percy to cooperate with the Malfoy family?"

George shrugged and said, "Maybe...we were just joking...can he believe nonsense?"

Fred nodded, "I shouldn't believe it... right? After all, he is a prefect and our brother, so his IQ should be fine... Unless Crouch's illegal things have really affected him. Big!"

Before they could continue talking, there was a sudden explosion sound outside, which startled the two brothers again.

"No one will attack the camp, will it? Or did the extra-large magic fireworks we sold explode?"

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The moon is dark and the wind is high, which is a night suitable for making troubles.

Following five crisp sounds, a group of wizards returned to normal in the vortex, holding broomsticks, and came to a platform.

Their costumes are different, but there is no stranger to each other, especially the complaints between their eyebrows, which are almost carved out of the same mold.

A wizard spit on the ground and complained: "Today is the Quidditch World Cup! I even bought a second-class ticket! As a result, I was sent here to do a mission! I will go to your Merlin's Magic Congress!"

"Be careful!" Another tall wizard shouted, using the Vanishing Curse to disappear the spittle on the ground.

"Smith's dog kept us from showing our traces. You spit on the ground, are you trying to kill us!"

"Is it that serious?" the spit wizard muttered resentfully.

The tall wizard commanded: "Okay! Eliminate the traces of magic here, and slowly enter Edinburgh."

"Be sure to eliminate the traces, otherwise they can use the tracking spell to track down our situation!"

"You must remember that this is Mr. Dumbledore's territory, and you should also know his background, so don't let your guard down!"

"Okay! Got it! Got it! It's just two novice Aurors, so there's no need to be so nervous?" the spit wizard said dissatisfied.

The tall wizard comforted again: "Don't complain! Now is indeed the best time. The Quidditch final has just started, and their attention is all there."

"We only need to deal with the guards here, and the pressure will not be so great. Besides! There shouldn't be any suspense in the finals, right? What's so interesting!"

"Of course you don't understand if you're not a Quidditch fan!" the spit wizard retorted, "If it wasn't for a hundred Galleons a month for this job, I wouldn't be doing it!"

The tall wizard did not continue to talk, and directly issued an order: "Stop talking nonsense! Start to act! Put on the invisibility cloak! Let's walk lightly! Try to make it as fast as possible!"

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A Hogwarts grad student is also looking up at the sky, as if he can see the sky outside Edinburgh through the thick walls.

"I knew that I should go to France with Robert to hold a training class." Gabriel Truman said out of boredom, and then yawned again.

"Maybe I should hide a few hands, otherwise I wouldn't skip the training period and go directly to the internship period... I thought it was a lucky thing not to have to train at first!"

"It's normal to do this during the internship," said Tonks, who was also on guard and had rainbow-colored hair.

Tonks is now an official Auror, but it's a pity that she lacks qualifications. Such boring tasks as guarding the Goblet of Fire will naturally be assigned to her.

As Hufflepuff's former prefect, Gabriel Truman is now an apprentice Auror, so he should also undertake such trivial tasks.

Gabriel sighed and said, "Senior sister, don't you want to go to the World Cup? I think it should have started by now. I really want to witness the England team win the championship!"

"I forgot to buy a ticket." Tonks spread his hands and said, "Besides! Since you choose to become an Auror, it's normal to work overtime."

"I still remember that when Sirius was hunted last time, Kingsley and I both worked overtime for several nights."

Gabriel thumped his feet and said, "I got the ticket! It's still a special ticket for the England box! If it wasn't for tonight's task, I would have been able to sit with the champion team!"

"Tickets for the England team box! Can this kind of box ticket also be bought?" Tonks asked curiously, "How many silver Sickles...gold Galleons did you sell?"

There was regret in Gabriel's eyes, but the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he slapped directly.

"Fifty Galleons!" Tonks widened his eyes, "This is worth a month's salary of mine! How could you buy such an expensive ticket?"

"It's five hundred gold Galleons!" Gabriel said, shaking his hand, "The graduation exam is over, and Professor Kong built a large playground for the final exam."

"Playground? Final exam? Two completely unrelated things...is it a serious exam?" Tonks asked curiously.

"That's not important!" Gabriel chuckled, "Professor Kong is completely different from other professors. Other teachers' exams are terrible, but his exams will make us make money."

"I still remember last year's final exam. We were dealing with a group of acromants. The poison sacs of those arachnids could be sold. I paid for the books myself."

"Of course my parents were still very curious. They thought why I could take out a hundred Galleons at once, and wondered if I had robbed Gringotts."

"I used the money from selling the tickets to buy a broomstick that was once co-branded with the England team. It is the one I rode over this morning. It can be regarded as making up for a little loss!"

Hearing this, Tonks said in an envious tone: "That's great! If only I graduated a few years later! Then I can earn some pocket money!"

Gabriel raised his eyebrows, and was about to answer, but suddenly put his hand into his pocket and shouted loudly: "Who's there! I heard your voices!"

The whistling wind echoed in the corridor, and the door of the room was pitch black.

Whether it was the corner or the door, it seemed that no figure could be seen.