Hogwarts: This professor is too Muggle.

Chapter 351 Heading to the Factory
Late at night, in the Gryffindor common room.

The Quidditch team is having a victory party.

Although it was a private party held by students, they still brought out a cake and a champagne tower. The seven-tiered cream cake shimmered like silk under the lights, and champagne flowed gently down the stacked stemmed glasses, occasionally spilling onto the floor, which elicited even louder cheers.

After winning the Quidditch Silver Cup for three consecutive years, the points earned from the games were enough to defend the College Cup. The following year, Hogwarts would be decorated in gold and red, and the Quidditch players would be constantly surrounded and tossed high into the air.

This year's party was much grander than in previous years.

Percy even condoned this violation of school rules, and it wasn't just Oliver Wood whose student life came to an end, his last exam over, his last game won, and the seventh-graders enjoying the night's revelry.

Their loud shouts and screams made them seem unfamiliar to their younger schoolmates.

For them, tonight's party may be over, and they may never return to Gryffindor Tower for the rest of their lives after graduation. Therefore, they want to shed their past image and let loose completely, leaving behind memories to savor again and again.

In a few days, after the year-end banquet, it will be summer vacation. When the vacation ends, they will not be taking the express train back to school.

This is the final celebration.

George and Fred, who were in charge of distributing supplies, were busy going in and out of the Portrait Cave, but they couldn't find any other suitable people to help. There were too few students with nighttime experience; most had only wandered around the eighth-floor corridor a few times and had no experience in outsmarting Filch.

Bringing food out of the kitchen and carrying it up to the eighth floor could be disastrous for the party if not handled carefully.

Based on Gryffindor's past championship experience, the party will continue until dawn. When the sky outside the window turns light, everyone will know it's time to leave. Under the organization of Prefect Percy, they will clean up and destroy the trash on the spot. The trash that can be destroyed will be hidden in the abandoned classroom, and they will find a way to move it later.

The twin brothers, as party helpers, usually stay up until the early hours of the morning, not only carrying food but also getting involved in all sorts of games. He's a Quidditch player and a Goblin player, and he can hold his own against Ron in Wizarding Chess for dozens of moves. His meticulously planned pranks always create laughs.

But by 1 a.m. today, they had given up.

Two figures tiptoed backward in front of the wooden staircase leading to the attic dormitory, their steps extremely light, as if afraid of attracting anyone's attention, but they were still caught by the keen-eyed goalkeeper.

Wood put his arm around their shoulders and asked with some confusion, "George, Fred, our party isn't over yet, is it? Why did you sneak away?"

"Because we have things to do tomorrow," George said helplessly.

"Aren't the exams and competitions all over?"

Have you forgotten?

Fred lifted his arm, freeing himself from the grip: "We're summer workers, or rather, summer workers at a Muggle factory. According to Professor Levente's plan, we're going to the factory tomorrow morning for a tour and to complete the onboarding process."

George broke free as well: "During the last training session, the professor asked you to pass on a message to us."

"Oh."

Wood nodded, his eyes somewhat vacant; he'd drunk too much champagne and wine, and his mind wasn't quite clear.

Watching them climb the stairs to prepare for tomorrow's work by going to bed early, Wood felt a rather complicated feeling.

Are these two going to become good students?
The captain, who was about to graduate, muttered to himself, then turned around and picked up two more glasses of wine.

……

The next morning at 8:00 AM.

London, Diagon Alley.

The summer morning mist hadn't yet dissipated, and the Leaky Cauldron hadn't opened for business. They borrowed the fireplace and changed into Muggle clothes in the pub, preparing to use Muggle transportation to get to the factory. Charing Cross Road is located in a bustling area of ​​London. It was a little early, and the streets were already filled with tourists and office workers from all over, holding coffee, carrying various handbags, their expressions indifferent, their steps hurried.

The traffic at the street intersections was also very hurried.

Through the piercing whistle, one could almost glimpse the driver's impatient expression in the driver's seat. The dilapidated bus, like a monster with a steel skeleton, swallowed the passengers on the platform. Passengers came and went at the subway station by the roadside, their figures blurring into the shapes of ants.

Melvin walked ahead, wearing a casual long trench coat, looking like an ordinary traveler.

George and Fred followed closely behind, dressed in denim outfits, their slightly immature faces giving them an inexplicable odd look, like street gang thugs or high school students from a public school.

The twin brothers dawdled toward the end of the street, glancing left and right, whispering about the pedestrians, shops, and vehicles, and occasionally pointing at the traffic lights and road signs.

There are already some homeless people here. London shelters limit each person to one stay per month, and the rest of the time they are forced to sleep on the streets. They are dressed in rags and look very much like some neurotic old wizards.

Melvin, on the other hand, was used to it. He looked at the twins and found that they didn't find it strange at all, as they were all fascinated by everything while touring the Muggle streets.

"That looks like a bakery over there."

"There's a toy store next door; the posters say they have magic props and prank props..."

"where?"

Look—

George stopped and stood at the bottom of the steps, right next to the shop entrance. He pointed to a poster in the window.

Fred looked in the direction he was pointing, his eyes widening in astonishment: "It looks like there are magical items too..."

"It's probably fake; if it were real, it would violate the secrecy law."

"Professor, what is that magic box? And what are those magic playing cards? Are they all made with technology?"

"..."

Melvin had reached the end of the street and stopped to wait for the two of them. A black sedan was parked by the roadside, and the window was slowly rolling down.

George and Fred realized what was happening and quickly ran over, following his gaze into the car. There sat a tall, stout, dark-skinned wizard in the driver's seat, wearing a kind smile.

"Mr. Shakel?!"

George and Fred knew this man; he was not only an employee of the Ministry of Magic, but also one of their father Arthur's few friends.

Kingsley Shackles saw the group approaching, gestured to them to get in the car, and without any further greetings, Melvin got into the passenger seat, while the twin brothers climbed into the back, excitedly touching and examining the car.

"Stop touching it, it's not a Ministry of Magic vehicle, it's a Downing Street car..."

Kingsley started the vehicle with a smile, seemingly finding the project novel and interesting. He carefully instructed the two, "This is your first time visiting a factory, so there's a car to pick you up. From now on, you'll have to squeeze onto the bus or subway to get to and from get off work every day. The train carriages in the summer... look forward to it!"

The twins saw that both adult wizards were laughing, not with the kind smile of an elder to a younger person, but with a mocking smile like someone who had successfully pulled off a prank.

The two suddenly had a bad feeling.

(End of this chapter)