Hogwarts: This professor is too Muggle.

Chapter 233 Professor Levent is gentle and kind
Riddle's illusory body, which was floating above the golden cup, suddenly sprang up. Its body, constructed of silver mist, glowed faintly, and the frequency of its flashing went from fast to slow, like a drowning person breaking out of the water and directly breaking through layers of space to return to reality.

In the quiet hotel late at night, not far from the golden cup, the young snake Yulm was coiled up, tilting its head to examine his body, seemingly very interested in the shimmering, illusory form. There was also the young professor, his eyes filled with inquisitive interest.

Riddle's expression shifted between gloom and gloom. In his remnant soul's mind, the scene at the Wu family orphanage still lingered, the voices of those Muggle peers who regarded him as a freak still echoing in his ears.

"what did you do to me?"

"Did I do anything?"

Melvin spread his hands, indicating that he hadn't even touched his wand. "When I consulted you about the Infernals and Obscurials, you suddenly became very strange. The Hufflepuff's cup contains magical power, and the Horcruxes are dark magic created by Helbo. The two forces are in conflict, which may have affected you. From my perspective, before you could even answer, you were floating in mid-air in a daze, and you didn't even react when Yorm approached."

"Have I done anything strange or said anything odd?"

"No, you just floated there, looking a bit dazed, like a student daydreaming in class."

Riddle was filled with doubt and suspicion. He looked down at the young professor, his brows furrowed tightly.

What were those strange hallucinations just now?
Is it the conflict between the magic of the Golden Cup and the Horcrux that affects the remnant soul and stirs up past memories?
Or did Melvin use some kind of magic, similar to Legilimency, to trigger deep-seated memories while he was distracted?

The inability to find answers to his questions made him extremely irritable. This body was unable to cast spells, interrogate Melvin, or understand the condition of the Horcrux itself. Riddle deeply loathed this sense of powerlessness and this illusory body of a remnant soul.

He glanced deeply at Melvin, his figure vanished in mid-air, and his consciousness returned to the golden cup.

"hiss……"

Yulm tilted his head back and stuck out his tongue, a human-like look of doubt appearing in his snake-like eyes.

"This is not my fault. It wasn't me who scared him; it was his own memories that scared him."

Melvin lowered his eyes and gently stroked the scales on the young snake's head. "A deep despair is hidden in the silent soul. This despair changes the nature of magic and seems to be able to evoke unbearable memories in others' hearts."

He had just caught a glimpse of a few scenes through Riddle's perspective, but they were not clear.

It was unclear whether Yulm understood or not; he stuck out his long, forked tongue and rubbed his head against the tip of his finger.

"hiss……"

“Yes, Obscurials are very peculiar magical creatures, but they generally don’t live long.” Melvin teased the young snake and muttered to himself, “I wonder how long Bastian will live. Her magic has undergone a transformation; I hope she can grow up healthy.”

……

As evening fell, the Granger family, having spent the day sightseeing, returned to their hotel.

In the sweltering heat of July, the sun was setting in the west, and the sky was ablaze with fiery orange clouds. The four of them leaned on the railing to admire the sunset. Hermione and Bastian's eyes sparkled, and their faces were flushed by the sunset.

As the sun began to set, Mrs. Granger, as the matriarch of the household, began setting the table and distributing cutlery. The suite's terrace was filled with takeout food from the street, which would be their dinner that day, and it tasted quite special.

Bastian stared blankly at the table full of food. Hermione turned to him and asked, "Why are you standing there without eating? Don't you have an appetite? Did you go to too many places today and get too tired from shopping?"

"It's all your fault, you two! You want her to play with this and watch that, dragging her around everywhere. Bastian isn't even seven years old yet," Mrs. Granger scolded irritably.

The father and daughter opposite could only force a smile; they were having too much fun and had gotten a little carried away.

"I'm fine. Maybe my body has recovered and I don't need as much food to replenish my energy anymore. Plus, I ate too much while shopping, so I'm a little too full now." Bastian looked at the food on the table and sighed regretfully. His slightly comical expression made the other three smile. The sun sank into the Seine, and dinner ended amidst laughter and chatter as night slowly fell.

Hermione and the others didn't neglect Bastian during the meal, chatting with her. The dentist couple even briefly checked the girl's temperature to confirm that Bastian just had no appetite and was otherwise healthy.

Because the little girl was tired and had no energy, and there were no activities planned for the evening, the family finished washing up early and went back to their bedrooms to rest.

Considering the high room rate, the hotel suite was very spacious and had an empty bedroom, but since the incident at the museum, Hermione, as Bastian's soon-to-be older sister, felt it was her duty to care about Bastian's mental and physical well-being, and had been sharing a room with her for the past few days.

"Actually, I'm really fine..."

Watching Hermione move her pillow and blanket over and lie down next to him, Bastian seemed a little awkward and said in a low voice, "I'm just feeling a bit tired, and I don't have much of an appetite for dinner."

"Often, patients are not aware of their own physical condition."

Hermione adjusted her sleeping position and smoothed her messy hair. Growing up in a family of dentists, she had picked up some medical knowledge from a young age. "A poor appetite might be due to heatstroke. Although your temperature is normal, what if you develop other symptoms tonight?"

"..."

A warm feeling flowed through Bastian's heart, like the rushing waters of the Seine. Ever since her mother died that year when the ice and snow thawed, no one had cared about her health; the people of New Salem treated her like a slave.

"Life is as wonderful as a dream now."

Bastian lay on her pillow, staring at the ceiling. She had never tasted more sweetness and happiness in her life than in these past few days. Ever since that night when she came to the hotel with Hermione, her memories of New Salem felt increasingly distant. "I've never eaten so much candy and steak. I would die right now if I could."

"What are you talking about!"

Hermione pinched her nose. "There will be more candy and more fun things waiting for you in the future. When you turn 11, I will go to see Headmaster Dumbledore, and maybe you can even go to Hogwarts."

“Going to school…” Bastian tilted his head slightly.

"Hogwarts is the best magic school in the world, with the best professors. Do you remember Professor Levent from that day?"

Hermione unconsciously sped up her speech, then suddenly realized she was like Lavender, the one who would chat with her roommates until late at night during holiday dinners, discussing which boys were handsome, which professors had a lot of assignments, and even Professor Levent's outfits.

She paused briefly, then became reserved: "He is the Muggle Studies Professor at Hogwarts, and I will be able to take his class next year."

“The professor that day…” As if recalling the destructive and violent flames of that day, Bastian shrank back, “I thought he was a bit fierce, frightening.”

“Professor Levent is a very nice person, he just acts like that occasionally.” Hermione carefully chose her words. “Sometimes he’s a bit mysterious and seems strange, but you’ll get used to him. He’s a kind and gentle professor.”

“Oh…” Bastian opened his mouth, feeling awkward about describing the professor as gentle and kind.

"Let's go to bed early tonight. We're going to Disneyland tomorrow. We'll ride the pirate ship. It's going to be so much fun."

"Ah."

Bastian responded weakly.

(End of this chapter)