Hogwarts: This professor is too Muggle.

Chapter 110: Budapest's Mirror

Wright stood beside the busy street, glanced at the letter in his hand, and looked up at the top of the Chain Bridge in Budapest with a blank look.

He was carrying a huge black suitcase with universal wheels at the bottom. It looked light, but in fact, it had been transformed into a portable warehouse using the Traceless Extension Charm. It contained more than a dozen shadow mirrors, as well as materials for small shadow mirrors and materials for Floo Network modification. He was just waiting to find the Ministry of Magic and show off his skills!

Wright Monkstanley, the second-in-command of the Magic Mirror Club and the chief engineer of the invention and improvement of the shadow mirror, went out with most of his wealth. Because he was carrying a prohibited suitcase, he could only cross half of Europe through the underground door key channel introduced by Bogin and came to Budapest alone.

According to the arrangements in Lewinter's letter, he will contact the head of the Romanian Ministry of Magic's Transportation Department.

Then the question comes:

How to contact the Romanian wizard in Budapest, Hungary?

"Damn you, Melvin Ryan Lewynter! You can't even write clearly, mentioning Romania and Budapest. Who knows what you're talking about... And he's still a professor at Hogwarts. He'll be fired by Professor McGonagall sooner or later!"

Wright looked at the flow of people and cars coming and going, feeling a little crazy.

Several shops along the street bore traces of magic. He had ample funds, so he could easily buy anything and gather some information. However, Wright had frequented the Leaky Cauldron and had heard of Budapest's reputation as the home of the remnants of the Witchcraft and Wizardry, with its flourishing underground trade and the throngs of wanted Dark wizards.

He was worried that if he acted rashly, he might end up falling into some shady business or a trap.

"Mr. Monk Stanley, Mr. Monk Stanley..." someone shouted not far away.

It was possible that Melvin had arranged to pick him up, or it was possible that he had discovered his last name through some magic and lured him into a trap. Wright turned his head and glanced at the old wizard with an old but kind face, and decided to wait and see for another half a minute.

"Mr. Monk Stanley?" The old wizard noticed his gaze, met his gaze, and called out more fluently, "Mr. Monk Stanley of the Magic Mirror Club?"

When Wright heard the name of the Magic Mirror Club, he almost cried and immediately let down his guard and moved over.

"I'm Abernethy, a friend of Professor Lewynter. He's gone camping in the Carpathian Mountains and won't be back for a while." The old wizard smiled kindly and warmly. "Come with me. We've arranged accommodations. The professor asked me to tell you to set up the club's framework here first. There's no rush for the Floo Network."

Wright followed behind, his head dazed.

It turns out that this was a trap, a trap set by that guy Melvin!
For the next two weeks, as the second-in-command of the Magic Mirror Club, Wright was kept busy. He had no idea how Melvin had negotiated with these remnants of the Witching Order, but he witnessed with his own eyes how the dozen or so mirrors prepared for Romania were snapped up by these old wizards.

There was no bargaining involved in the transaction involving tens of thousands of Galleons.

Faced with the relevant contracts of the Magic Mirror Club, these old wizards had almost no hesitation and signed at a frightening speed.

In less than two weeks, the shadow mirrors were spread around Budapest, and the special suitcases brought by Wright emptied several warehouses. The cold shadow mirrors without temperature were replaced by mountains of warm gold galleons.

……

Eight o'clock in the evening, west bank of the Danube.

A middle-aged wizarding couple strolled along the riverside path, elegantly dressed in Muggle-style wizard robes, holding hands with their son and daughter – a typical pure-blood wizard family. I took advantage of summer vacation to visit Romania to see dragons, and before returning, I stopped by Budapest.

From the tavern by the bridge not far ahead, bursts of hoarse cheers were heard. The unusual noise attracted the attention of a family of wizard travelers. Their parents slowed down their pace, and the siblings looked at each other and slowly walked over.

"Krum! Krum!"

Clearer cheers reached my ears.

When she heard the name, the sister's eyes lit up and she pulled her brother's sleeve.

The little boy looked up knowingly, blinked his eyes, and asked in his childish voice, "Mommy, what's going on in there?" "Krum? Isn't that Durmstrang's talented player?"

The witch listened carefully for a few seconds. The cheering continued. Her expression suddenly became suspicious. She said uncertainly, "They're not going to be holding indoor Quidditch in there, are they?"

As we all know, Quidditch pitches are open-air, and games in bad weather are more exciting.

The sister, with sparkling eyes, tugged at her father's sleeve again, but the wizard looked away, unmoved. He was not a daughter slave and would only follow his wife's arrangements.

"One glass of brandy for everyone! On me!"

There were even louder cheers coming from inside, and the air at the door was shaking. If it weren't for the Muggle-Repelling Charm, the police would have come to the door by now.

The wizard swallowed silently. Although his family was relatively wealthy, drinking in bars was always restricted, and he had never tasted the specialty brandy here... If someone else treated him, there should be no reason to refuse, right?

The witch, seeing everything her husband and child were doing, was both angry and amused. She couldn't help but punch her husband. "Go in and take a look, okay? Keep a close eye on your daughter. No drinking, not even butterbeer!"

"Okay, sir!"

The family's walk was temporarily interrupted as they were attracted by the cheers from the pub by the bridge.

The pub was not the indoor Quidditch venue they had imagined. There was no spacious pitch, no players or brooms, only a huge silver transparent mirror.

The third-year girl from Durmstrang watched carefully for a few minutes, then excitedly grabbed the wizard's wrist and said excitedly, "It's Krum's match, the Bulgarian national team's youth training match. Look! That's the latest Nimbus 2001!"

"hiss……"

The wizard gasped in pain.

The few good feelings I had towards Krum were fading at the speed of light.

A sharp and piercing whistle sounded in the mirror. When he looked up, he just missed the scoring scene. When the wizard was sighing in regret, the picture in the mirror froze and replayed as if time was reversed.

The commentator's voice echoed in the tavern: "Krum's sudden acceleration disrupted their defense. The National Youth Team scored again, Krum!"

"Krum!"

"hiss……"

The wizard took another breath, this time not out of pain but shock. The cheers echoing through the pub filled his ears, making his heart beat faster and his blood surge. Even someone like him who didn't like Quidditch very much felt the joy of the game.

This magical mirror seems to have some kind of magic.

"Everyone, look at me!" A wizard at the front desk slammed his wine glass. "I have an announcement! One glass of pear brandy per person, on me!"

"Long live Krum!!"

This time the wizard also joined in the cheering.

The sweet and tempting brandy came before him. The wizard picked it up and drank half of it. Facing his wife's gaze, he glared back confidently: "It's free!"

As the couple faced each other, they apparently didn't notice that their daughter next to them didn't even blink, with only one thought in her mind -

I want to take this magic mirror home!
(End of this chapter)