Hogwarts: This professor is too Muggle.

Chapter 111 Getting ready to leave
In a hotel on the east bank of the Danube.

Wright was checking the accounts. The mirrors in his suitcase were sold out in Budapest. The amount of gold galleons made him feel unreal, but when he thought about the efforts he had made, he felt that this was what he deserved.

"Damn Melvin, he can earn hundreds of thousands of Galleons by just sitting in Romania and doing nothing but watching the fire dragons!"

Wright was quite indignant. If it weren't for the desire to make the Monkstanley family great again, he would have wanted to run away with the money.

As for the mirror, Abernathy and his old friends were very reliable. They collected memories through various channels and screened football matches centered around the talented players of Durmstrang. In just three weeks, the framework of the Magic Mirror Club in Hungary was completed.

After closing the account book, Wright closed his eyes and rested for a few minutes, and then began to deal with the problems reported by the old wizards.

The business strategy of combining pubs with movie mirrors has been tested in Britain, and many plans can be directly copied here. For example, the two teams are bound to different wines, with a 10% discount for scoring a goal, a 30% discount for the Golden Snitch, and a 50% discount for winning. The alcohol consumption in one night is equivalent to a month's consumption.

Besides, there are also second cups half price and weekend specials...

I really don't know how Melvin came up with this idea. Although he always talks about Muggle wisdom, Wright has run a shop on Charing Cross Road for more than ten years and has never seen any store do promotions like this.

However, Hungary is different from England after all. We cannot simply apply it directly, but we must continue to receive feedback and make appropriate modifications.

After replying to all the letters, it was already dark. Wright walked out of the room and went downstairs to eat.

When passing by the courtyard, he saw the Iserlons descending with the setting sun, and leisurely returning to the stable to enjoy the fragrant brandy and hay. Wright, who had been busy all day, suddenly became dazed, and in a trance he saw that it was not Iserlon in the stable, but himself.

"..."

Wright came to his senses and walked towards the restaurant in a daze, getting angrier the more he thought about it.

Damn it, I can’t even catch up with a few Pegasus!

We have to go to the reserve and bring Melvin back tomorrow. Why should he enjoy the holiday while I have to work overtime here?

……

The next morning, before eight o'clock, Wright got up early and rushed to Romania.

When he arrived in the Carpathian Mountains, Wright faced a thorough and strict inspection. In front of the temporary wooden house, tourists from all over the world were waiting in line.

In addition to the normal items such as identity verification and registration wands, there are also mirrors of various shapes and styles to detect disguises, lies and conspiracies.

When it was Wright's turn, a commotion suddenly broke out not far to the front and right. Two wizards carrying suitcases shouted loudly, and several Aurors around them slowly dispersed and formed a siege.

"My traceless extension charm is legal!"

"Then cooperate with us in the investigation!"

"..."

The pale-faced Wright also used the invisible extension spell on the suitcase. He then remembered that the Fire Dragon Sanctuary had experienced a serious dragon egg theft incident not long ago.

He had worked in the Ministry of Magic for more than ten years and knew that in such matters it was better to catch someone by mistake than to let him go.

Turning around, he saw that his suitcase had been sealed and several Aurors had gathered around him.

Without any resistance, Wright was politely invited into the wooden house next door, or the interrogation room.

The oil lamp had burned out, and weak sunlight slanted in through the window. The tabletop was cold, with old nail and claw marks on it. Two Aurors sat opposite him, pouring him a cup of hot tea with a relatively gentle attitude.

"What is your name?"

"Wright Monk Stanley."

"From Britain?"

"Um……"

Various thoughts raced through Wright's mind, but the first thing that popped into his mind was Melvin's face and the guy's questioning voice:

"Is your suitcase legal?"

This absurdity made Wright so angry that he wanted to laugh, but he felt more helpless. He prayed in his heart that Melvin would receive the news as soon as possible and rescue him.

But the development of the matter was completely unexpected. The Aurors simply checked his identity and whispered a few words. The younger Auror stood up and left, and another middle-aged Auror shook his hand:
"Sorry to waste your time, we have checked the suitcase and there is no problem."

"Ah? Ah, oh..." Wright was still a little dazed.

The young Auror pushed the door open, handed him his suitcase, and politely escorted him out of the temporary detention cabin.

Wright turned his head and glanced at the room at the back. The two wizards were still locked up at the beginning. There were several black bruises on their faces and their expressions were distorted with pain. It seemed that the Romanian Aurors were not always so polite.

"I'll have Lazlo take you to the Norwegian Spinosaurus area. You can ride the keeper's special fireplace and skip the line."

"This... is still unnecessary."

"Well then, have a nice trip."

The middle-aged Auror patted his shoulder and said in a friendly and gentle manner: "Mr. Monk Stanley, give my regards to Professor Lewinter."

Wright nodded subconsciously, was stunned for a moment, looked at their friendly smiles, and suddenly understood why he was treated preferentially.

……

The morning mist dissipated, the branches turned green, and the valley by the lake in July looked particularly fresh. Wright had just come out of the fireplace, shook off the choking ashes on his body, and followed the instructions of the staff on duty, walking towards the deep lake that was not open to the public.

Listening to the water flow and the slightly childish roar coming from the front, Wright muttered to himself that he hadn't seen Melvin for a long time, and after the little episode with the Auror before, he was actually a little nervous.

When he came to the lake, he saw a strange scene. In the territory where the Norwegian Spinosaurus lived, there were actually more than a dozen baby dragons of other species. These dragon cubs had just hatched from their shells, had no sharp teeth or claws, and crawled up and down staggeringly, looking somewhat cute.

A young professor dressed as a breeder was sitting on a rock, disregarding his image as he fiddled with and teased the young dragons whose eyes could not yet fully open.

Those young dragons that were born with violent and cruel personalities behaved unusually well-behaved. They leaned half of their bodies on the rocks, stretched their necks and rubbed their heads against the young professor's palms. Their eager and affectionate movements made them look more like puppies than dragon cubs, and they were the kind that were particularly affectionate.

It seemed that the magical aura on Melvin made them feel very comfortable.

Sensing the approaching breath of a strange wizard, the young dragons became a little restless and twisted their bodies to move closer to the young professor. Two of them were timid and stayed away, stumbling around in panic.

Melvin casually flipped them over, watching them struggle to get up, then flipped them over again. This playful teasing calmed their restlessness. After the young dragons got used to Wright's presence, he stacked several young dragons together, watching them struggle and roll around a few times, getting tangled up and unable to get up, and finally wrestling together.

Then the wicked professor smiled contentedly.

Not long after, a young dragon became angry and began to spit out unformed dragon breath from its mouth and nose, and the smell of sulfur began to spread.

Melvin was not surprised at the young dragons' aggressiveness. He pushed them to the lake and pushed them all into the water with one hand, splashing water everywhere.

These baby dragons were born to swim. As several of them sank into the cool lake water, the fire in their throats was extinguished. They quickly forgot their previous argument and began to play in the water, splashing up waves.

Wright's head was buzzing and he couldn't speak clearly: "When did you learn how to tame a dragon?"

As is well known, fire dragons are untamable. In Romania, adult fire dragons can only be fed to perform simple tasks. For young dragons whose brains are not fully developed, they must be fed and led while wearing leather protective suits. No one has ever been able to play happily with a dozen or so young dragons of different species at the same time, not even Newt Scamander.

Even the biological father of these young dragons can’t do anything.

Wright looked at Melvin with some suspicion, and slowly calmed down the shock in his heart.

Melvin squinted and glanced at him: "Your eyes tell me that your current thoughts are very offensive and impolite."

"Can you see that?" Wright looked away guiltily.

"You can't tell. I used Legilimency."

"..."

Wright was too lazy to chat with him. Although he was curious about the performance of the young dragon, his main identity was the second-in-command of the Magic Mirror Club. He remembered his responsibilities, unlike some people:
"The Shadow Mirror has been promoted in Budapest. The Witcher Party's channels are very effective. All major wizard taverns in Hungary have added Shadow Mirrors."

"How's the content?" Melvin asked.

"Don't worry. In Britain, the Hogwarts tournament is the main attraction. Here, we use Durmstrang as a gimmick to attract attention. Coincidentally, a talented player has recently emerged who is as popular as Harry!"

"How are Abernathy and the others?"

"Very trustworthy. This group of veteran wizards has a lot of connections. They can get great tournament memories and introduce wizards from other countries to buy shadow mirrors. Abernethy introduced several German tavern owners to them. They knew they were out of stock but still wanted to pre-order and paid deposits."

Wright couldn't stop talking. "There are also many wizards from remote countries and small places. Have you heard of Uagadou in the Moon Mountains of Africa? I don't know how he got to Budapest and even got involved with the Wiccan Party."

"..."

Budapest is close to Romania, and as a transit point for the dragon trade, this distribution role is also expected.

Melvin pushed a few more young dragons into the lake and leisurely assigned tasks: "For the rest of the summer, focus on the business in Romania. We'll slowly work on adapting the large mirrors for the tavern, primarily focusing on upgrading the small mirrors for the Floo Network..."

These are all plans that have been made in advance. We have the cooperation of the top leaders of the Ministry of Magic, and we can also use the channels of the remnants of the wizarding party. There are no toads getting in the way, so we just need to proceed steadily step by step.

"Um……

"OK……

"understood."

Wright's nodding movement suddenly stopped, and he frowned and looked up at the leader of the Magic Mirror Club: "These are all my jobs, what about you?"

Melvin paused for a moment, then said solemnly, "Things here are almost done. I plan to return to New York, to Ilvermorny."

“Opening up new markets…”

Wright's heart suddenly felt balanced.

The leader's life is indeed not easy. He has not even had two days' rest after finishing his work here, and he has to go to the United States again.

The sales and production of the mirrors were exhausting, as were dealing with various forces. Perhaps Melvin's job was even harder.

It’s all for the Magic Mirror Club!

"..."

Melvin was silent for a moment as he watched Wright's expression change constantly. He didn't know what was going on in this man's mind, so it was better not to disturb him.

Charlie, the keeper, came over at some point and reminded in a muffled voice, "Professor Lewinter, it's time to feed the dragonlets again."

Melvin looked at the lake. It was a valley depression where clear water accumulated. The clear surface of the lake reflected the green shadows around it. Several young dragons had swam too far and even their shadows could not be seen clearly when standing on the shore.

Magic power was released lightly, and a blue flame bloomed out of thin air.

The fire dragon cubs sensed the magical aura and floated to the surface, flapping their wings and claws alternately as they rushed towards the shore, and finally almost glided on the surface of the lake.

Wright didn't understand what was going on, but he felt that the flame was warm, comfortable and unusually bright.

……

It rained lightly in the evening.

This is the nature of mountain terrain, it easily accumulates moisture. Fortunately, the rain was not heavy, and the drizzle watered the leaves, washing away the scorched rocks from last month. The indescribable fishy and sulfurous smell peculiar to the giant animal's nest in the air was washed away, and the woodland became moist and soft.

Before the sun completely set, a loud rumbling sound was heard in the air in the valley, accompanied by a slight vibration of the ground. The Norwegian Ridgebacks leaped into the air, chasing and colliding in the low rain clouds. Their smooth gray-black scales shone with water. A slight bump against the pine forest would break large trees in half.

The scene was somewhat fierce.

There are similar sounds in other fire dragon territories. The hissing in the Hungarian treetops is sharp and piercing, and when the Hebrew Black Dragon flaps its wings, there is a dull roar like thunder. The faint flames in the air are the Chinese Fireball Dragon playing, and the Peruvian Venomfang Dragon rolling and surging in the swamp.

A bonfire was lit in the camp.

Melvin walked out of the cabin carrying a few glass bottles and saw that the entire mountain range was in a frenzy, with flames flickering, wings flapping and birds roaring. If you didn't know better, you would have thought it was a severe thunderstorm.

The teachers and students from the Magical Beasts Summer Camp next door haven't come back yet. I guess Hagrid has been pestering Professor Kettleburn to play in the rain with Norberta.

The temperature outside was a bit low, and the blue flame in the glass jar was just right for keeping warm.

After watching quietly for a few minutes, the dark-skinned, freckled keeper Charlie came back with the two unruly tourists. The two wizards walked at a steady pace, but the half-blood giant staggered a little, holding his chest and gasping for breath.

You know what's going on without asking.

Norbeta's current size was almost as big as half the room. Any slight movement would cause more bruises on Hagrid's body. If they hadn't brought Melvin's blue fire, there might have been more burns.

Of course, Hagrid enjoyed this.

"Nobeta is incredibly strong! He'll definitely become a mighty fire dragon in the future!"

"It is now," Charlie said lightly.

"Melvin's blue flame is truly magical. With it, I can get up close and personal with a fire dragon," Professor Kettleburn sighed, his face showing some scars. "If only I had met him when I was younger, maybe I could have saved my arms and legs."

"Yeah, the magic flame," Charlie agreed.

At this time, the young professor could be seen at the entrance of the camp. In his hand, he held the glass bottle of the blue fire they had discussed. He chuckled and said, "Don't worry, I left you more than a dozen cans. It will be enough for a long time."

"What do you mean?"

Professor Kettleburn keenly sensed something was wrong and quickly asked, "Where are you going?"

"Let's go back to Mount Greylock," Melvin said calmly. "The case files for the theft have been sorted out. Several of the dark wizards involved are connected to Ilvermorny..."

(End of this chapter)