Hogwarts: This professor is too Muggle.

Chapter 124 Weekend Tutoring
The copper hinges creaked, and Draco, who was only half a head taller than the lock cylinder, pushed the door open.

Melvin looked up and glanced at him, feeling a little surprised.

Draco's hair was messy, his face had slight bruises, his left cheek was slightly swollen, and there were visible signs of damage and abrasions. He walked a little awkwardly.

Melvin chuckled and asked, "Someone in the school actually dared to hit the young master of the Malfoy family. What, did you duel with Harry again?"

Draco still maintained his awkward gait as he limped to his desk. Perhaps feeling that this appearance would damage the Malfoy family's reputation, his neck flushed slightly, and he was hesitant to respond. "Good evening, Professor Lewynter."

"good evening."

Melvin nodded slightly. He still remembered to say hello at this time. The Malfoy family is polite.

"I didn't duel with anyone. I fell on the court."

Draco, a second-year student, sat on a reception chair only a head taller than the table, his face stern as he imitated an adult. "My father told me that Professor Levent and the Malfoy family are partners. If I encounter any difficulties at school, I can ask you for help."

"Our cooperation doesn't include this kind of thing." Melvin's tone was a little distant, but he didn't refuse. "However, professors have an obligation to help students. If it's a serious matter, perhaps I can provide some assistance. Forget about the private duel."

"It's not a duel, it's a Quidditch thing."

Draco paused. "It's been a week since school started, and the Quidditch team is recruiting new players. I've signed up to run for the starting Seeker, competing fairly against the original Seeker. The players are divided into two groups for practice against each other. The other players are all senior students who are closer to the original Seeker, and they deliberately create obstacles for me during the game."

It turned out to be friction on the court.

Melvin sat back slightly, uninterested. "For matters like this, you should talk to Madam Hooch or your Dean Snape. Elective professors cannot interfere with the team lineup."

The Quidditch team is a competition between students. In fact, the four head of houses rarely interfere with the team lineup. Last year, Professor McGonagall personally selected Harry, which was a special case. At that time, the Gryffindor team had lost seven consecutive years, the old seeker had graduated, and there was no replacement player to replace him, so the game almost couldn't start.

Last year, all the brooms for the competition were replaced uniformly, and a group of old players graduated. All the colleges were working hard, and the player selection was extremely strict. Even quiet girls like Qiu Zhang who cared about their image were sweating profusely during training and had to run to Myrtle's bathroom to wash up.

The Slytherin team plays wildly and aggressively, and the players in every position are burly and strong. It is normal for a bean sprout like Draco, who is similar to Harry, to be excluded.

If the system had not changed, he could still get a spot by donating a broom, but due to the influence of a young person, his sponsorship path was blocked.

Melvin said he didn't want to be responsible.

"..."

Draco stared down at the desk in silence for a long moment, then whispered, "If I can't intervene directly in the selection process, then I'd like to ask you, Professor, how I can change the unfavorable conditions and get a fair chance to compete."

"fair play?"

"Well, as a seeker, if my teammates cooperate, I'm better than the current Travers."

The office fell silent for a moment.

Melvin studied his expression. His young face bore many traces of his father's, but upon closer inspection, he could see many subtle differences.

After leaving Borgin and Burke's that day, it was unclear what Lucius Malfoy had told Draco. Draco might have mistakenly thought that the young professor had become his connection in the school. When he first walked into the office, he did have the idea of ​​asking the young professor to directly intervene in the selection.

But after Melvin's clear refusal, he quickly changed his mind and sought opportunities for fair competition, and showed strong confidence.

The concession was like the way his father did business, but the way he showed himself later was different from the style of the Malfoy family, and he had a bit of a childlike spirit.

If some influence is exerted, will he still develop a character that is neither good nor bad, and is always hesitant between good and evil?
"Mr. Malfoy, we have had several conversations between teachers and students. Your father and I do have some business cooperation, but that doesn't mean I will take care of you. I am just fulfilling my duties as a professor."

Melvin looked at him quietly, his tone neither hurried nor slow: "You shouldn't come to me for this kind of thing. This is an insult to your dean. Professor Snape is the one you should seek help from."

Draco quietly raised his head to observe the professor's expression, but happened to meet those dark eyes, as if they could see through his mind and see all his thoughts. Perhaps he felt embarrassed, and his cheeks became even paler.

"Of course, as Professor Snape's colleague, I will give appropriate advice."

Hearing the professor's cold words, Draco was stunned for a moment, then joy appeared in his eyes. He stood up and nodded heavily: "I understand, thank you, professor!"

……

At nine o'clock in the evening, Harry and Hermione went to see their tutor together.

After going up the stairs, crossing the corridor and turning two corners, before reaching the office door, he saw from afar that the door suddenly opened and Malfoy walked out of the office with an undisguised joy on his face. His smile pulled at his wound and he was grinning.

Harry and Hermione looked at each other with complicated expressions.

This was not the first time they saw Malfoy coming out of Professor Lewinter's office, but every time he looked so cheerful, as if Professor Lewinter was also his tutor.

"Professor Lewinter, we're here to tutor you."

After knocking on the office door and looking at the professor's surprised eyes, the two of them couldn't describe the feeling in their hearts, but it was very unpleasant.

Did these students agree to come tonight?
Melvin thought as he poured pumpkin juice and added snacks for the two of them.

Holding a cup of warm tea, Hermione began to recount her experiences of the past week. The difficulty of each subject had increased slightly, but they were still in the basic stage. In Herbology, she was taking care of mandrakes, and in Transfiguration, she was learning to turn into a mouse...

Theoretical knowledge is a bit boring, but practical exercises are about constant repetition. You can intuitively feel the progress every day, and it makes you feel fulfilled and happy.

"…It was only Professor Lockhart's Defense Against the Dark Arts class. We watched a farce and two plays."

"No!" Harry, the supporting character in the class, retorted with a serious expression, "To be precise, it was three farces!"

"Ugh……"

Hermione sighed melancholy. The little Muggle-born witch had a deep admiration for the wizarding world. After reading the wonderful adventures in those books, she met such wizards for the first time and almost regarded Lockhart as an idol.

After a few classes of torture, the adventurer in my impression became a clown, and the filter was shattered to pieces.

At first, when her friends were cursing and complaining, she tried to defend herself, thinking that Lockhart was not adapting to the school environment. However, when she thought about Professor Lewynter's performance last year, the contrast was too obvious, and all the excuses and explanations seemed pale and powerless.

Hermione had no choice but to accept the reality that Lockhart was just an empty-headed idiot.

Recalling the dormitory night talks with her roommates about their admiration for Professor Lockhart, the little witch looked a little uncomfortable.

She took a deep breath, gathered herself together, opened her satchel, and handed the borrowed academic notebook to Melvin: "Professor, these are Percy's notes. We want to take a supplementary course in Defense Against the Dark Arts. We hope to learn something truly useful and get excellent grades on the final exam."

"Actually, grades aren't important. What matters is learning knowledge." Harry whispered beside him.

"..."

Hermione remained silent, sitting upright, staring at the pattern on the teacup in front of her, offering no comment. Melvin found it amusing, took the notebook, and flipped through it: "Defense Against the Dark Arts... I'll take a look at the notes first."

The Defense Against the Dark Arts class for lower grades at Hogwarts would more appropriately be called Defense Against Dangerous Creatures. It mainly covers some common magical animals below level 3X, their living environment, behavioral habits, and some special effects spells. It barely touches on dark magic, and there's not even any dueling practice.

Such course content is the joint result of multiple influences.

Hogwarts has not had a stable professor for the Defense Against the Dark Arts course for many years. Every time a new professor comes, the students have to adapt to the teaching style again, so the learning outcomes and test scores will certainly not be good.

In order to adapt to the level of students, the Examination Authority took the initiative to reduce the difficulty of the exam. Over the years, the Defense Against the Dark Arts class has become what it is today.

If it is for exams, just let them recite the key points and explain the casting techniques of related spells.

But they are the chosen ones, the protagonists of the Shadow Mirror. They became famous in the wizarding world when they were newborns, and their names were praised throughout the British wizarding world.

Melvin closed his notebook and made a plan in his mind:

“I’ve almost finished reading the notes…

"There are two tutoring plans for you to choose from. The first one is to focus on the exam. Combined with Percy's notes, I will also ask Professor McGonagall and the Examination Authority for some information to ensure that you get excellent results.

"Secondly, we base our practice on practice. The knowledge in the course is just an appetizer, and the main course is the real Defense Against the Dark Arts.

"Which one do you choose?"

Hermione raised her head, her eyes shining.

Harry swallowed the macaron in his mouth hard.

Without hesitation, the two men said in unison, "The second one!"

Melvin couldn't help but curl his lips. Smart students made him feel less worried. "The last time I saw you casting a spell was during the Defense Against the Dark Arts practical exam, and your results weren't ideal. Three months have passed, and I wonder how much progress you've made. Let's test your current level first."

"..."

Hermione showed a resentful look. Except for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, she got full marks in all other subjects. Doesn't Professor Lewyn know the reason for her unsatisfactory grades?

Melvin pretended not to see her look: "Have you mastered the illumination spell?"

"Ok!"

"Each of you should cast an illumination spell. When reciting the spell, stress the last syllable. Before casting, circle the tip of the staff one-third of a circle clockwise."

Harry scratched his head, and stood up with Hermione beside him. Following the professor's instructions, he cast the Illuminating Charm:
【Fluorescent flash】

A bright light bloomed in the office, not a soft silver light, but an intense milky white glow.

Unlike the lighting spell taught by Professor Flitwick, this basic spell, which is characterized by gentleness and stability, has become more violent than the fire spell. If the ordinary lighting spell is a candle, slowly releasing light and heat and slowly consuming wax, the powerful lighting spell is flammable and explosive black powder, eager to release light and heat in an instant.

The two of them only felt that magic power was pouring out at an unprecedented speed.

Hermione soon felt exhausted, and the light on the tip of her wand slowly dimmed.

Noticing the change in light, Harry opened his eyes in the blinding white light, breathing rapidly and sweating slightly on his forehead. He turned to look at the professor, but could only see a blurry figure.

"Okay, let's stop here." A gentle and calm voice sounded.

The two stopped casting spells and put away their wands.

"Have a piece of chocolate. It'll make you feel better."

Melvin looked at the two students. The little witch's face was pale and bloodless, her front teeth were exposed and she was breathing heavily. A few strands of hair were wet with sweat and stuck to her forehead. Harry was only slightly sweating and breathing rapidly but not panting.

Hermione pursed her lips tightly together. She also saw the gap between herself and Harry. The little witch who never gave up felt a little uncomfortable.

Harry was silently savoring the feeling of casting a spell with all his strength.

After waiting for the two to calm down, Melvin smiled and said, "Just as I expected, your magic power is stronger than your peers. This means that we will be able to learn more powerful spells in our future tutoring..."

Hermione quietly tightened her grip on her wand, her breathing still rapid.

"That's all for today. I need some time to tailor a training plan based on your magical strength and select spells that are suitable for you." Melvin handed the notes back. "I'll meet you in the office at the same time next week."

"Good professor."

The two stood up and said goodbye.

Before leaving, Hermione suddenly stopped and turned to look at Melvin: "Professor Lewyn, can I see your powerful lighting spell?"

Melvin raised his eyebrows and chuckled, "Of course."

Hogwarts was quiet at night. The white light of the powerful Illuminating Charm shone out from the windows of the Muggle Research Office, brilliantly illuminating the creatures hidden in the night. Goblins lived leisurely and comfortably on the grounds. The postman in the owlery was full of energy. The Bowtruckle was dozing on the treetops at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, and all of them were so sore that they burst into tears.

……

Late at night.

Melvin sat behind his desk, his eyes slightly narrowed, his fingers tapping lightly on the table.

Judging from her magic power alone, Hermione is slightly superior to her peers. This is the result of talent combined with hard work and practice, but it is still within the normal range.

Harry, on the other hand, was far superior to his peers and even comparable to some adult wizards.

Melvin has some of his own inferences about this abnormal magical intensity.

The wizard's soul is the source of magic. The scar on Harry's forehead houses the residual soul of Voldemort. It is very likely that this most powerful dark wizard in history gave birth to extraordinary magic.

There is another speculation that perhaps the role of Voldemort's residual soul is similar to the gift of the horned serpent, allowing Harry to absorb additional magical power. Becoming famous in his infancy and accumulating for more than ten years have led to Harry's current growth rate.

Melvin didn't know the answer, but he was happy to find out.

Melvin opened the diary on the table, picked up the quill, and wrote casually: "Tom, do you have any tips on how to quickly increase your magic power?"

(End of this chapter)