Hogwarts: This professor is too Muggle.

Chapter 236 Treatment Direction
The ink smell from the printer hadn't dissipated yet, and the aroma of roasted French coffee filled the room. In the center of the office stood a large desk with an old-fashioned, square-headed computer and a white box for holding a mobile phone.

Cold air blew out of the duct, and the mechanical wind ornament on the table spun with the wind. The cleverly assembled balance bar was like a perpetual motion machine, spinning endlessly.

A former assistant, now a corporate executive, suddenly canceled all her scheduled activities just to make room in her office for an unannounced visitor.

There was also a coffee machine in the office, with two freshly brewed cups of coffee for guests. Claire was already used to the taste of the coffee here, and she tasted the bitter, burnt-tasting beverage without changing her expression, and could even detect a subtle, special aroma in it.

Melvin still couldn't get used to the taste of French coffee; this drink was only slightly better than a hot Americano.

An assistant called in via the internal phone. Claire answered the phone and gave a perfunctory reply, using meaningless interjections. She had received the news of the opening this morning and, upon hearing that Melvin was asking for VIP tickets for the students, agreed without asking why, having park staff personally pick them up and drop them off—almost the highest level of treatment.

The two sat in the office chatting for a long time. The Granger family was having a great time at the amusement park. Claire didn't know why Melvin cared about them, but when she heard the assistant report on the six-year-old girl's situation, and how the family was accommodating her... she guessed that this trip might be the dying wish of some terminally ill patient.

“It’s a weekday, so there are fewer tourists than on weekends. The theater manager said they just visited Sleeping Beauty Castle and had a great time. They’re currently riding in a horse-drawn carriage,” Claire said. “There’s also a fireworks show tonight, and they can watch it from the best spots.”

“No need to worry about it. They probably won’t ask for too much. That girl is weak and can’t participate in too many activities,” Melvin said softly.

Claire's eyes flickered slightly; he was indeed a patient.

She took a sip of her coffee: "You were taken away by the wizard police that night, was the matter resolved?"

“Mr. Grevis is a friend of mine. He just needed my help with something and used this as an excuse to delay things for a few days. Fortunately, the matter has been resolved satisfactorily.” Melvin put down his coffee and said, “Today I’m here to talk about the Magic Park.”

“I wanted to bring this up too. That night you only gave me an idea, piqued my interest, and then disappeared in a hurry. That was really too much,” Claire complained. “But I’m a responsible assistant. I’ve already come up with some interesting projects. With real magic, many incredible ideas can become reality. No matter how unique the wizards’ tastes are, I’m confident I can make them fall in love with the magical paradise.”

"I also have confidence in you."

Melvin expressed his approval, "but I'm a little unsure of myself. I've thought about it carefully, and perhaps before officially building the Magic Park, I can do some trials first and see how the market reacts."

"Are you eyeing Disney?"

“Claire is already a seasoned executive.” Melvin paused briefly. “You are now the creative director at Disney, and you are in charge of many new projects, so I was thinking, could we bring real magic into Disneyland?”

Claire's eyes gradually brightened, but her words were teasing: "You don't want to pay me a salary, so you want me to be your partner?"

"Yes, my not-so-loyal subordinate."

"Is it legal?" Claire took a sip of coffee, excited yet restrained. "Is this kind of project legal? I mean, the laws of the Wizarding Government. You mentioned the secrecy law to me last time; it sounded very strict."

“If it were a week ago, the timing wouldn’t have been right.”

Melvin shrugged. "There's no such concern now. I did the French Ministry of Magic a lot of help recently, and they owe me a huge favor. So, while outwardly respecting the secrecy laws, we can do some slightly outrageous things."

"It sounds just like when you were at the Gershwin Theater."

"All the stage designs I did at the Gershwin Theatre were legal and compliant."

Melvin corrected the man's baseless accusations, picked up his coffee again, and gently shook it, turning the liquid inside into butterbeer. "Let's continue talking about the Magic Park. The Ministry of Magic here won't interfere. I've also befriended a wealthy wizarding family whose businesses span various fields. They know how to hire professional wizards to bring those ideas to life."

"Is it possible to keep it a secret from other staff members in the park?"

"Yes, the magical world has a professional procedure."

Claire's heart skipped a beat. This project sounded very feasible and had a bright future. With her support, a real magic park could be built, and magic would surely attract more tourists. These projects would become a prestigious resume, imprinted on her personal resume.

These are all secondary. The relationship between wizards and Muggles is about to enter a new era. In a sense, this is a cross-generational and cross-racial feat. If placed in mythology or historical legends, it will be named after her, with the word "holy" added before it.

The details of the collaboration with Magic Park were discussed until nightfall.

The sound of fireworks rising into the sky came from the castle outside the window. The two looked up and saw that the office window was a huge floor-to-ceiling window with a very wide view, which could be seen in the distance, overlooking half of the park.

The two of them stopped their work conversation at the same time and quietly watched the fireworks blooming in the sky above the castle.

Melvin had never seen anything like this before. While magic could do many incredible things, fireworks created with technology had a unique charm.

Claire thought of the seriously ill little girl. Although such things happen every year at Disneyland, as a young executive, it was still hard not to feel sad to learn that such a young life was about to end, and that this might be the last fireworks display the girl would ever see.

Brilliant points of light rose into the night sky from below, like shooting stars in reverse, exploding above the fairytale princess's castle and blossoming into hundreds of streams of light that fell down, illuminating almost the entire park.

Melvin saw a sudden orange light mixed in with the grand fireworks display. It wasn't the flame of gunpowder igniting metal, but more like the glow of a magical mark.

He had seen this light before, the light he had given to his students as a warning during a tour of the Forbidden Forest a year ago. It was probably a spell cast by Hermione, but in orange instead of red, to add a splash of color to the dazzling fireworks display.

Melvin turned his head: "Would you like to meet the two little witches?"

……

The sound of the fireworks exploding in the amusement park was somewhat muffled.

This place is in front of Sleeping Beauty Castle, not far from Central Park, and has a very open view. When the Granger family arrived on the platform, the fireworks in the distance had already merged into one, clearly visible in their eyes.

The night sky was illuminated, the clouds were dyed in color, and the muffled explosions rolled in. This grand fireworks show was exciting and thrilling.

The four looked up and gazed silently.

Hermione turned her head to the side. Bastian's pale face was shimmering with a faint glow, and his bright blue eyes seemed reluctant to blink. As the fireworks gradually faded, a trace of regret and reluctance flashed across her face.

Suddenly, she felt an impulse, took out her wand, waved it, and pointed it forcefully into the sky.

"Whoosh... Bang!"

A magical firework exploded in the night sky; it was orange, and although it wasn't dazzling, it was a firework that bloomed only for Bastian.

Bastian's eyes lit up, and he smiled brightly, "So beautiful!" Two sharp pops echoed through the silent night—the sound of Apparitions appearing. Hermione jumped in surprise, instinctively thinking she'd been discovered and the French Aurors were coming to arrest her. But upon closer inspection of the newcomer's face, she cried out in delight:

"Professor Lewinter!"

"Let me introduce you to someone, this is Claire, the vice president of Disney. You can enjoy the park tonight thanks to her using her position for personal gain," Melvin said with a light laugh. "Claire, this is the Granger family I just mentioned..."

Claire is only in her early twenties and was promoted to senior management in a rather haphazard way. She doesn't have much of a businesswoman's air about her; instead, she's young and beautiful, with blonde hair and blue eyes, which makes the others curious and turn their heads to look at her.

She quickly processed her recent teleportation experience, allowing her slightly dizzy head to settle. She first greeted the Grangers, then looked down to carefully examine the two girls:
"Hermione, Bastian, it's a pleasure to meet you..."

"It's a pleasure to meet you too, Miss Raven."

"Hello."

The two young witches responded in turn. Although Hermione was a bit of a bookworm, she was not intimidated by the situation. Bastian, on the other hand, seemed a little awkward, lagging behind Hermione by half a step.

“Bastian, thank Miss Raven. She made it possible for us to see such a beautiful fireworks display.”

“Thank you very much, Miss Raven.” Bastian looked up, his words slow but earnest. “Thank you also, Professor Levent.”

Hermione couldn't help but smile.

Bastian's condition has improved a lot. He is no longer too weak to go out. She believes that Bastian can keep his promise, successfully celebrate his tenth birthday, his seventeenth birthday, and live a healthy life.

Melvin suddenly looked down and met Bastian's deep blue eyes.

The longhorned water serpent's gift came into play, gathering the emotions and magic that others had dissipated because of him. Melvin, on the wide platform, suddenly felt a strange magic enter his body.

He and Bastian seemed to have established some kind of connection. The magic he received was different from that of the Obscurial Pikani, and its color was lighter. If the magic he received from Pikani was like the ash from a heavy industrial chimney, the magic Bastian transmitted was more like the morning mist in the forest, almost pure white.

Melvin was slightly surprised. When Jourm bit off her collar to set her free at Père Lachaise Cemetery, Bastian didn't show much emotion. At the Louvre Museum, when he helped her get rid of New Salem and the Purifiers, Bastian also seemed calm.

Now, all she's been given is a trip to the amusement park and a fireworks show, and she's already expressing her sincere gratitude.

Bastian seemed to sense something as well, staring blankly into the professor's eyes, which were as dark and deep as an abyss, yet reassuring.

The girl's face began to change, from pale to an unnatural blush, as if it were the result of accelerated blood flow after strenuous exercise. Her heartbeat gradually increased, and the people chatting nearby could hear it.

"What's wrong? Bastian, Bastian?" Hermione was the first to react.

The girl's pupils gradually dilated: "Bastian feels great, my body feels lighter..."

Before he could finish speaking, he immediately fainted.

……

The night is getting darker.

In the bedroom of the hotel suite, the young girl lay on the bed, breathing evenly. Her slightly furrowed brows had relaxed, and she was sleeping soundly.

The bedside was surrounded by people, with Melvin and Hermione closest to him. Mr. and Mrs. Granger were also nearby, but they kept their distance, observing Bastian from a safe distance, not wanting to disturb his peaceful sleep.

Not long ago, after Bastian fainted in the park, Claire wanted to take him to the hospital immediately. However, upon hearing that it was a magical illness, she expressed her deep regret and could only watch them Apparate away.

The group returned to the hotel and settled in. The Granger family was prepared to receive bad news. They had been advised to wait outside, but the Granger family couldn't rest easy and insisted on seeing it for themselves.

However, after an examination by a non-professional therapist, Melvin discovered that Bastian's physical injuries had not worsened, and the alienated power within him had stabilized. Instead of deteriorating, it showed signs of improvement.

The immense power emanating from her body seemed to have been partially transferred to Melvin as a gift from the long-horned water snake.

With the burden reduced, one's health naturally improves.

Seeing the professor deep in thought, Hermione regretted not having read more books on healing magic. She was worried about Bastian but was powerless to help and could only watch from the sidelines.

At this moment, Melvin put away his wand and whispered, "Good news and bad news, which do you want to hear first?"

"Don't joke around now, Professor," Hermione said anxiously.

“Let’s start with the bad news,” Melvin sighed. “Bastian’s condition is very complicated. Her magic has been twisted into Obscurus and is undergoing unknown transformations. Even if Dumbledore and Nicolas Flamel consulted together, they couldn’t figure out the principles of magic. Existing healing magic is completely ineffective against her.”

The Grangers turned pale.

"Then...and what's the good news?" Hermione's voice trembled.

"The good news is that she doesn't need a consultation with Dumbledore and Nicolas Flamel, her condition has improved, and I know why."

The family of three stared blankly at the young professor. The Grangers had complicated expressions; this professor seemed different from what they had expected. Hermione looked at the professor with a quiet gaze, remaining silent while inwardly letting out a long sigh of relief.

"Will she recover?" Hermione couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

“It’s not clear yet.” Melvin gestured for them to go outside to talk, and the group quietly left the bedroom. “Although I’ve figured out why Bastian is getting better, I can’t be sure that this process can be consistently replicated. Just like what happened tonight, it requires cooperation from many parties and some luck.”

Bastian's power will continue to grow, but she is an autistic girl, and the two previous incidents at the cemetery and the museum did not transmit any obvious magic. No one can guarantee that this unexpected transfer can be stably reproduced.

"..."

Melvin suddenly remembered a group of prison guards.

They possess the talent to steadily draw upon the power of emotions and the soul.

(End of this chapter)