Harry Potter: Martial Arts Professor at Hogwarts

The sorting ceremony was going on in an orderly manner. Whenever a freshman was assigned to one of the colleges, the students of that college would give the warmest applause.

Connor found that the sorting hat has a different sorting speed for each freshman, and some of them will shout out the name of the college as soon as the hat touches their hair.

And some freshmen sat there for a long time, and when their little faces were flushed, the Sorting Hat would call out the name of the college loudly.

Just like the little girl Conno met before, it took almost 4 minutes to call out Gryffindor.

The enthusiastic Professor Flitwick immediately explained: "Because each college has different needs for students, if you have the characteristics of multiple colleges, the sorting hat will start to get tangled."

"The sorting hat may choose according to its own judgment after thinking about it, or ask the freshmen about their choices, and then report the corresponding college."

"Magic is amazing!" Kong Nuo said with emotion, "Professor Flitwick, why are you so clear?"

Flitwick coughed lightly, and said with some embarrassment: "At the beginning, the Sorting Hat also had troubles with me. Later, I thought silently in my heart to go to Ravenclaw, and it chose to respect my wishes."

He pointed to Professor McGonagall who was applauding in the distance, "Minerva was a real 'difficult sorting student' back then, and it took the Sorting Hat more than five minutes to let her into Gryffindor."

The term "difficult students in sorting" is an ancient term that has always existed in Hogwarts. It is only used by those freshmen who cannot be judged by the sorting hat for more than 5 minutes.

Kong Nuo nodded, and said in an emotional tone: "It seems that those who can make the Sorting Hat in trouble will have great achievements in the future! Look at you and Professor McGonagall, both became the dean of the college!"

Hearing this sentence, Flitwick's cheeks turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and quickly waved his hands and said, "No! No! You are too good at complimenting people! I haven't met a wizard like you for a long time!"

After the sorting ceremony was over, Dumbledore finished arranging his robes and stood behind the eagle statue, facing all the students who were seated.

The eagle statue trembled at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then stretched its wings, turning into a majestic podium.

Dumbledore coughed twice, the sound was amplified by the eagle statue so that the entire auditorium could hear the sound, and then he smiled and began to speak:

"Welcome everyone to return to Hogwarts to start a new school year. Before the banquet begins, I would like to say a few words..."

Kong Nuo couldn't help yawning. He seemed to be dreaming that during the meeting in his previous life, the leader's so-called simple words usually lasted at least an hour.

However, Dumbledore is a man of his word. He said that he asked Connors to teach at the school, even though he regretted it countless times, he never changed his decision.

So he really just said a few words: "Idiot! Crying nose! Dregs! Twist! Thank you all! Let's enjoy the banquet!"

When Dumbledore returned to his seat and sat down, everyone in the auditorium began to applaud enthusiastically.

Even Kong Nuo started to applaud from the bottom of his heart, thinking that this must be a good leader, but he actually said what he said, and only said a few words if he said a few words!

There was a strange fluctuation on the dinner plate in front of him, and Flitwick next to him immediately reminded him:

"Our place is different from the students' table. What you want to eat, just say to the plate, and then it will appear on the plate. I will make it for you once, pumpkin juice! Grilled lamb chops!"

The cup in front of Flitwick was immediately filled with pumpkin juice, and a steaming grilled lamb chop topped with black pepper sauce appeared on the golden plate.

He took a sip of the pumpkin juice before continuing, "As long as you want to eat, you can basically find it at Hogwarts."

"As long as you want to eat, can you find it in Hogwarts?"

Kong Nuo expressed doubts about this sentence, but he still stared at the plate in front of him and said slowly, "Wensi Tofu?"

There was another slight fluctuation on the golden dinner plate, and then... nothing more, the plate was shining brightly and was empty inside.

"Do you need to imagine a specific dish?" Kong Nuo touched his chin, and he began to visualize a steaming fried pork with preserved vegetables in his mind, and then he said, "Pork with preserved vegetables!"

There was still no response from the plate. He looked at the grilled meat and fried fish on the plates of other teachers, and sighed slightly.

Flitwick wiped the oil from the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief, and asked in confusion, "Konno, why didn't you bring any vegetables? Did you just get used to it and have no appetite?"

"I tried my best, but there was no result." Kong Nuo looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle and said softly, "Didn't you say that you can order whatever you want?"

"Is it broken?" Flitwick picked up the plate and checked it. "It's not broken. The spells on it are still intact and should be able to work. What did you order?"

Kong Nuo replied, "Wensi Tofu, and Pork with Pickled Vegetables."

"Wait!" Flitwick rubbed his temples, "What kind of tofu? And what kind of meat is pork?"

Before Kong Nuo could answer, a house elf who looked similar to Rolex appeared, shaking and bowing beside Kong Nuo.

At the same time, he kept saying: "Sorry! Sorry! Bad rabbi! Bad rabbi! I can't provide you with the food you want, sir! Very bad, very bad rabbi!"

Seeing this situation, Kong Nuo immediately understood what was going on.

It turned out that the food at Hogwarts College was made by house elves, and he thought it was conjured by magic through his own fantasy.

He quickly pulled up the house elf, "It's normal if you haven't cooked these dishes, it's okay! I'll order some dishes that you can cook."

The house elf named Rabbi had a red and swollen forehead, and tears filled his tennis-ball-sized eyes, "Sir... sir..."

Kong Nuo rubbed the rabbi's forehead with internal force, "It's not a big problem, anyway, it's all eaten in one bite, um... clear water, grilled beef ribs."

Sure enough, when ordering some food that the English can cook, the cup and plate still respond.

The rabbi blinked, touched his swollen forehead again, and bowed deeply to Kong Nuo again, "Thank you sir! Great sir! You are so selfless! So great!"

"Okay, let's go on, it's just a small problem, there's no need to be so extravagant." Kong Nuo felt that the Martial Dao Gold Elixir had gained another wave of faith, although it was pure but extremely rare.

Flitwick also laughed, "Brother Kong Nuo is so elegant and easy-going! He is indeed the legendary Druid! Seeing is believing!"

When Dumbledore in the distance heard the word elegant and easy-going, he almost lost his grip on the table knife in his hand, and could only sigh in his heart:

"Flitwick! Don't be fooled by his appearance! Elegant and easy-going? If you saw the scene where he stirred up waves and shook the Black Lake, you wouldn't say those words!"