Hogwarts: This professor is too Muggle.

Chapter 226 Paw Patrol Wants to Make a Difference
The sun rises in the east, and thick fog blankets the area.

Hermione stood by the window with her milk in her hand, sipping it slowly while observing the street outside.

The Louvre Museum, one of Paris's most popular tourist attractions, is not far from the hotel. The effects of the dense fog are clearly visible. Yesterday morning, it was bustling with traffic, but today it is quiet and deserted. There are no taxis below, only a few scattered pedestrians, their figures appearing and disappearing in the thick fog.

Only sightseeing vehicles were moving slowly.

Behind him, Bastian's mouth was stuffed full of bread, which he barely chewed before swallowing it after softening it in milk: "Bread with honey, bread with jam, fried eggs and bacon rolls..."

Its appetite is astonishing, comparable to that of an adult.

Bastian had already demonstrated his appetite last night; the takeout steaks, bread, and desserts were enough to feed several people, but the little girl ate them all by herself without her stomach even rumbling. So the Grangers weren't too surprised by his appetite at breakfast.

Mrs. Granger was tending to Bastian, trying to get her to eat slowly, while Mr. Granger stood by, flipping through today's schedule.

"The hotel manager said that the dense fog caused extremely low visibility, and traffic control measures were in place in Paris. The metro was still operating normally, but there were many passengers, so he did not recommend that we travel."

Traffic control...

Mrs. Granger thought for a moment and made up her mind, "Then let's go to the Louvre. There aren't many tourists today, and it's not far to walk."

"I have no opinion."

"I agree."

"Well……"

Bastian burped as he drank the milk from the glass.

The group began packing their belongings in preparation for their trip. Hermione also prepared suitable clothes for Bastian. While the girl was quietly digesting her food, Hermione measured her height and waist, then used Transfiguration to adjust the size of her overalls, and a well-fitting children's summer outfit was completed.

Bastian really liked the overalls; they smelled just like Hermione's.

We asked the hotel reception for a map, and the three of us walked along the street to the Louvre. Half an hour later, we entered the glass pyramid.

"call……"

Hermione blew a breath, but the thick fog outside still hadn't dissipated, making the view inside the museum exhibition hall much clearer.

The open-air Napoleon Square and Carrousel Gardens were shrouded in thick fog, making it almost impossible to see anything. In front of me was the staircase of the Denon section of the south wing, carved from white marble in the Baroque style, with various Renaissance paintings hanging on the walls, surrounded by low glass railings.

The Grangers were dentists and didn't have much artistic knowledge. They simply thought the paintings were beautiful, but couldn't offer much in the way of art appreciation. They just stopped to admire them and read the descriptions next to them.

Hermione doesn't have much of an artistic flair, and even finds art boring.

The corridors of Hogwarts Castle are filled with paintings, some decades old, others centuries old. These portraits, preserved by magic, still look as if they were just painted, with clear outlines and vibrant colors. Moreover, the people in them can move and talk, and occasionally they will visit other frames.

In comparison, the paintings here seem rather ordinary.

The little girl Bastian was even less able to understand it, following Hermione closely behind, occasionally pausing for a few seconds when she saw dishes or cakes appearing in the paintings.

After spending half an hour looking at art, we arrived at the Egyptian exhibition hall.

The Egyptian section is vast, and the antiques and artifacts here are meticulously protected. Golden masks, golden scepters, and various gold accessories are dazzling to behold. There are also some intriguing artifacts, such as coffins engraved with runes, shrouds removed from mummies, and pottery jars containing the organs of pharaohs.

The Granger family looked on with great interest, and while chatting, they discussed the medical skills of the Egyptian pharaohs and explored whether surgical procedures were possible at that time.

"Cutting off noses, ears, and tongues are methods of punishment, not intended for medical purposes like healing or saving lives." "Front-frontal lobotomies in the last century were performed to treat illness; do you consider that a surgical approach?"

"..." Hermione shook her head.

Medical students' families are all a bit peculiar.

However, ancient Egypt did indeed have surgical procedures.

Holenheb was the last pharaoh of the Eighteenth Dynasty during the New Kingdom of ancient Egypt. During his reign, he enacted the most severe laws in ancient Egypt, imposing a series of cruel punishments on soldiers and slaves, including whipping, nose cutting, ear cutting, and eye gouging. Prisoners could survive for many years after being punished, which, strictly speaking, could be considered surgical procedures.

"What is that person doing with the hook? And why is the person on the other side tied to the rack?" Bastian tugged at Hermione's sleeve.

"Cut off his nose. The soldier stole Pharaoh's fruit, and to punish him, Pharaoh ordered his men to cut off his nose," Hermione read the accompanying description.

"Would he die if his nose was cut off? He'd die when the wound turned smelly and black, and started oozing yellowish mucus."

"It's not that serious. Egyptian doctors can handle knives and apply crushed herbs to the wounds. Except for a few unlucky criminals who die from infection, other prisoners can live for a long time."

“It sounds like the Pharaoh is a good man,” the little girl said softly.

The pharaoh in the mural sits on a golden throne, wearing a golden mask that reveals only his deep eyes. On either side are expressionless guards. Below the steps are priests and prisoners carrying out executions. A sharp, black hook is about to cut off a nose. On the ground, there are prepared herbs in a ceramic basin.

“Bastian, Horenheb is no good man. Cutting off a nose is an extremely cruel act. Even if a slave survives, he will live a life of humiliation and suffering. Such harsh laws are designed to turn people into slaves, to make slaves obey authority, and to prevent them from having any thoughts of resistance.”

Hermione explained in a low voice, "But everyone is equal, and no one is born to be anyone else's slave."

Bastian tilted his head, a strange look in his azure eyes.

……

The sheepdog strode through the thick fog, its fur and beard glistening with dew. It crossed the garden, leaped a few times onto the marble steps, and squeezed through the glass doors of the exhibition hall. Only when the doors closed, shutting out the fog, did the sheepdog stop and shake itself vigorously.

"Wow..."

A ring of water droplets was spilled on the dry floor, even splashing onto the young owner walking the dog.

The sheepdog's eyes widened, realizing its mistake, and it quickly used its front paws to wipe its little master clean, even trying to lick it clean with its tongue, until it was pushed away by the child's small hand. It then raised its head and forced a smile at its little master.

The little owner was a girl, only 6 years old, with waist-length silver hair and bright blue eyes. She grinned and smiled brightly, patted the sheepdog's head, her eyelashes fluttering, and she was as cute as an angel.

"Good boy, don't show your second tail." The little girl took out her small rubber band and tied the sheepdog's two tails together like braids.

This sheepdog originally had two tails, forked to the sides like swallowtails, tied together with small rubber bands, and its glossy fur was so close together that it was almost impossible to notice unless you looked closely.

Swallowtails are magical canines bred by wizards. They are extremely loyal to wizards but very fierce towards Muggles and can eat almost any kind of meat.

If Professor Kettleburn saw that the swallowtail dog could still be so gentle and affectionate, he would be delighted to give the puppy his own bone as a chew toy.

"Gabrielle, is the scent of caramel here?"

"Uh-huh!"

The little girl named Gabrielle looked at her parents and sister with bright eyes, "Caramel's nose is amazing, it can't be stopped by thick fog."

(End of this chapter)