Harry Potter: Martial Arts Professor at Hogwarts

Berners can understand, but he can't understand Sirius.

Sirius did not expect that Berners could accept it so quickly.

It was rare for Kong Nuo to explain something, and Sirius didn't want to mess it up.

He asked a little worriedly: "Are you really acceptable? How about this, I will cast some magic, I have to make sure..."

Berners nodded like a chicken pecking rice, and said excitedly, "Come on! Come on! I can't wait to see what magic looks like!"

Sirius felt a little speechless. He looked around and found that the room where Berners was in was really too... dirty.

All kinds of cans and drink glass bottles are scattered around the room, and there is an indescribable smell when you smell it carefully.

After seeing Sirius' gaze, Berners said shyly, "That...the cleaning fee is quite expensive."

"So I clean up myself. I take out the trash every week on vacation!"

"Okay! You don't need to say more, this kind of thing is just a matter of two magics!" Sirius waved his hand, pulled out his wand and waved it.

"Tergeo! Scourgify!"

All the dirt and trash in the room seemed to have come to life, gathered together under the urging of magic.

The amount of rubbish was astounding, almost as much as a third of the bed.

Berners stared at all this with his mouth wide open, unable to make any sound.

Sirius finally ended with a disappearing spell, and a large pile of garbage disappeared in front of the eyes of the three.

"My God! Is this magic? This is also...convenient!" Bernas finally began to speak, with excitement in his tone.

"Can I learn magic? I want to learn this! Then what kind of cleaner do I need! I can also work as a cleaner myself!"

Sirius was not interested in Berners' desire for money, he asked again: "You don't reject wizards and magic, do you?"

"Why do you want to reject it!" Berners asked back, "Isn't this too convenient? It's even more convenient than those products in the store! God! Am I not able to believe in God anymore?"

"What are you talking about?" Sirius frowned.

He felt that Berners seemed to be mentally abnormal. Is this the reaction a Muggle should have?

After all, Harry's uncle's family serves as a "model", so Sirius still has a relatively conservative impression of Muggles.

"Since it's magic, it has something to do with demons, right?" Bernas said, dancing.

"Do I have to believe in Satan? Then tattoo a devil on my back... Are you using this stick to cast spells? It looks quite fragile..."

"All petrificustotalus!" Sirius stepped back, frowning, and cast a body-binding spell at the same time.

Even though Berners was restrained in place, he didn't show any expression of fear, his eyes were staring at the wand in Sirius' hand like hungry wolves.

Muggles are too tough nowadays, right?

This kind of move really made Sirius impossible.

Berners continued to admire: "Satan! Magic is so convenient. It seems that it can be used not only for cleaning, but also for doing more things!"

"I have to say, he's crazier than my cousin!" Sirius sighed, "Kreacher, find a way to calm him down!"

"I think he is too excited, so he is a little unconscious. If it still doesn't work, we can only find someone else to complete Professor Kong's commission."

"Understood, young master!"

Kreacher started casting spells on Berners, while Sirius wandered around the room and saw the densely packed characters on the computer screen.

"I don't understand at all... Do I really have to find someone else?"

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Time passed by, Kong Nuo still closed his eyes on the stage, but the audience couldn't hold his breath anymore.

"Konno! Sir..." Amidst the gazes of the crowd, an unknown elderly alchemist stood up, "Didn't you say you are looking for off-site assistance? Where are you?"

"Twenty and ten minutes have passed now, how long are you going to make us wait? Originally, we came to the meeting because of Mr. Nicole Flamel."

"Now you put us here again, no matter what you say, it's inappropriate, right?"

"It's really inappropriate!" Kong Nuo nodded, "Maybe there is a little problem over there..."

call out!

His words were interrupted by a sudden movement.

The good news is that Fei Jianxin has returned!

The bad news is that there are several more sword marks in the conference building.

Paracelsus looked at the two rows of sword marks, and the corners of his mouth began to twitch.

In the end, he couldn't hold back himself, and reminded him: "Mr. Kong Nuo, I hope this time we can really give us a satisfactory result..."

"Otherwise, I, as the president of the International Alchemy Conference, must hold you accountable for the damage to the conference building. I hope you can forgive me."

"This is a small problem." Kong Nuo snapped his fingers at the location of the sword mark.

With the fleeting golden light on his body, all the sword marks caused by Fei Jianxin have been repaired.

"How did you do it?"

Everyone present, except for Dumbledore and Nicolas, had the same question in their minds, which made them ask the same question.

"The Restoration Curse! Isn't it normal for the Restoration Curse to be used to repair buildings?" Kong Nuo asked back.

He took out a magic map from his pocket and looked for the correct location against the address on the note.

"Normal ghost!" All the alchemists cursed secretly.

The Restoration Charm can only be used to repair Muggle buildings. If you want to repair this kind of wizard building with a lot of magic, you must have a wizard with relevant architectural knowledge to repair it.

Whether Fei Jianxin could easily destroy this wizard building, or Kong Nuo lightly repaired all traces.

In their view, it is extremely abnormal.

Just then, the door of the conference room was suddenly pushed open.

A wizard ran quickly to Paracelsus' side, whispered something in his ear, and then ran away in a hurry.

Paracelsus showed an extremely complicated expression. After hesitating again and again, he still asked, "Mr. Kong Nuo, how did you do it?"

Dumbledore was not surprised by this, he could only shake his head with a smile.

Hearing Paracelsus' inquiry, Whitehorn showed an impatient face, "Paracelsus, now is not the time to worry about these things, is it?"

"Didn't he find an off-field aid? Where is he? Who is he? Do I have to go to meet this off-field aid in person?"