Hogwarts: This professor is too Muggle.

Chapter 372 Long Time No See
The stars and moon were dim.

The camp has quieted down.

The gentle slope was littered with broken boots, tattered skirts, and traces of overturned campfires. Damaged tents were covered in footprints, and the Bulgarian tricolor flags and Irish shamrocks that fans had hung on their tents were either blackened by smoke or torn to pieces.

Among them, Krum's magic poster was torn down and thrown on the ground, with lip prints left by female fans and footprints left in the chaos.

But the magic of the developing potion on the magic poster had not yet dissipated, and Krum in the portrait seemed to be winking and frowning at the footprints.

The chaos caused by the 50,000 to 60,000 spectators was beyond imagination. Staff summoned by the Ministry of Magic were cleaning up the mess. Restoration and cleaning charms came in handy, and tents and posters washed away by mud and sand were gradually restored. The campfires that had been extinguished were also relit, and professors from the four schools were reminding their students to be careful.

A group of young wizards were in no hurry to return to their tents and stayed to rest in the outer area.

They were almost unharmed, huddled together chatting about their summer vacation and the Quidditch final; the chaos only excited them.

With Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick present, Hogwarts first summoned its own students, followed by Ilvermorny, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang. They were either skilled enough in magic or quick enough to raise the school insignia in a short time.

He stole the show in front of wizards all over the world.

Also present were teachers and students from other magic schools: a mysterious school in the snowy regions of China, Waggadu in Uganda, the magic school on Iwo Jima in Japan, Castrobushes in the Amazon rainforest of Brazil, and even Kodosdorez in Russia, which had recently undergone a major upheaval.

Unfortunately, their teachers and students were either unwilling to reveal their identities or found it difficult to summon such conspicuous emblems. Fortunately, the chaos did not require so many magic schools to sacrifice themselves to help.

In Amos's words, this is Ministry of Magic territory, not school grounds.

"..."

Melvin put away his wand and stroked the young snake's scales. The magic that drew upon panic was based on his research on Dementors, Boggarts, and lockets, but casting it gave him a strange sense of familiarity.

Similar to the gift given by the longhorned water snake.

However, he could not control the emotions he absorbed, nor could he transform them into magic; he could only expel them after the chaos subsided.

At this moment, those emotions dissipated in the gentle slope camp, but did not return to their original hosts. Like smoke and smells, they gradually faded and dissipated. A little boy sat in front of the tent, still shaken, but those feelings of panic and fear did not come to him.

Melvin observed the process of those emotions dissipating and found it very interesting; perhaps they could serve as fodder for the Boggarts.

"Professor Levent's patron deity really is a long-horned water serpent!" Bagman said, leaning against a nearby tree trunk and shaking his head. "What a magnificent magical creature!"

"Aren't you going over there to help?"

"This is not my job."

“Organizing a ball game is not the job of the Disaster Management Division or the Executive Division.”

“Fine…” Bagman scratched his head reluctantly and walked toward the camp.

"I didn't expect so many students to come. After Minerva raised the school badge, Simon and Dean immediately came over. There were also many graduates. Did you know that Penelope and Percy broke up?"

Professor Flitwick immediately filled the excellent viewing spot, and he also had a chatter partner, which was much better than staying there listening to the students chatter.

Melvin shook his head: "I thought that after Percy successfully summoned his Patronus and came to understand his own heart, their relationship would last a long time."

"I heard they confessed to each other and got together a few years ago. They've been secretly dating in various places around the school. Percy is excellent, and Penelope is very smart. They're a perfect match." Professor Flitwick shook his head with a sigh.

"It's normal for student relationships to end after graduation."

Melvin suddenly remembered that this was Hogwarts, and graduating and getting married was normal, so he couldn't help but chuckle.

Just as Flitwick was about to say something, Professor McGonagall, who was instructing her students not far away, suddenly looked up and raised her voice slightly: "The professor from Beauxbatons?"

Melvin turned to look upon hearing this.

A figure slowly walked towards the dimly lit, gently sloping woods.

She was slender and tall, dressed in typical Muggle attire—a long, off-white trench coat with straight-leg trousers. She nodded to Professor McGonagall, who was asking her a question, but did not reply. Instead, she walked straight up to Melvin, stopped, and looked up at him slightly.

Her fair face had a soft, jade-like smoothness, her willow-leaf eyebrows were long and natural, and her light-colored pupils were like the surface of a lake after it had been washed, clear and slightly cool.

The witch possessed a slightly aloof air, reminiscent of the thin frost that had not yet melted in the Romanian mountains on a clear morning.

A few stray strands of hair fell beside her cheeks, slightly disheveled and unkempt, exuding a quiet and restrained yet subtly revealing a soft emotion.

"Professor Levent, it's been a long time."

The ending note unconsciously rose, yet she pursed her lips to restrain her emotions.

Melvin paused briefly, a faint smile involuntarily appearing on his lips.

……

A slightly bulky handcart was slowly pushed up.

These carts, like the snack carts on express trains, have a simple structure. They are stacked on three levels and can hold hundreds of gallons of supplies. This time, however, they are not snacks, but medicines that have been temporarily brought over from St. Mungo's Hospital.

The Ministry of Magic staff quickly came forward and took the potions from the cart.

Carrying rue essence and white sage essence, they dispersed into the tents to treat the wizards who had suffered minor injuries in the chaos.

Most of them were staff from the Disaster Management Department, with employees from other departments assisting them. There were also a number of informal staff members who helped out, mainly family members of the staff, such as Amos Diggory's son, Cedric.

"You're very skilled with healing and restorative spells, and you can distinguish medicines just by smelling them. I've also heard you know the Patronus Charm. Young man, you're much better than your father was back then!" Mr. Weasley chuckled and teased from the side.

"Of course! My son is the best!"

Mr. Diggory was not annoyed at all. Instead, he puffed out his chest and said proudly, "OWLs got first place in all subjects. Not only are they first in the grade, but they are also the Quidditch captain of the house!"

"Such an outstanding young man, how many more years until graduation? What's it like to join the Ministry of Magic after graduation?"

"I'll be in sixth grade next year, so there are still two years left."

Mr. Diggory's tone was full of pride: "We'll see about the Ministry of Magic later. Maybe he'll become a professional player after graduation. His game videos are very popular, and he's already received invitations from national teams."

"..."

Listening to his father and colleagues chatting and joking, Cedric shook his head helplessly, unscrewed the cap of the white cinnamon essence, and gently treated the wizard who had tripped and scratched his arm.

……

The Leaky Cauldron offers breakfast to its guests. Old Tom usually doesn't show up in the second-floor restaurant, mainly because he's worried his toothless smile might be off-putting. However, this summer is a bit different; his nephews and nieces have all gone to Dartmoor to watch a game, leaving only a few people to help out at the bar. Old Tom isn't willing to spend money hiring waiters, so he's been sacrificing his nap time to take on multiple roles.

Seeing that Melvin, who always came alone, had brought a lady with him, old Tom grinned and came over, asking the lady about her preferences and dietary restrictions. In the end, he brought out a breakfast that was hard to describe.

Christine knew about the unique British culinary philosophy and that this wizard pub was even more eclectic. She simply tasted the jam toast, fried eggs, and bacon, indicating that she was full and would not eat any more.

“We’ll wander around Diagon Alley and Knockturn Alley later, then head back to Hogsmeade for lunch. The food there will be much better for the Three Broomsticks,” Melvin said with a chuckle.

"May I try some food from the Hogwarts kitchens?"

"Next semester, there will be plenty of opportunities."

Melvin politely declined: "Headmaster Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall are not at the school, so the kitchen probably doesn't have any ingredients prepared. Those house-elves will just eat whatever they can find."

"Is it confirmed that it will be held at Hogwarts...?"

Christine said thoughtfully, "Ms. Maxim has learned about the Goblet of Fire from Mr. Nicolas Flamel, but she is still unsure about the venue. Before going to New York, she was planning to persuade others to hold the event in Beauxbatons."

"Of course, it's Hogwarts."

Melvin glanced at her, and seeing her somewhat indignant, couldn't help but laugh: "Before it was discontinued, it was always held at Hogwarts. After all, Beauxbatons is in the Pyrenees, and the mountain roads are remote and complicated, making it difficult to set up any kind of competition venue."

"Both teachers and students are wizards, so what if the environment is a little harsh? We can overcome it with magic."

"Then why not Durmstrang?"

"It's freezing cold, so let's skip it," Christine muttered to herself.

From Budapest two years ago to Paris a year ago, and then to Dartmoor this summer, Melvin noticed that Christine had changed a lot. The aloof and detached feeling had faded, and she had become more lively.

"How are Mr. and Mrs. Rozier in health?"

"He's in excellent health, busy all day negotiating business deals, attending banquets hosted by pure-blood families, and supporting his agents in factional struggles within the Ministry of Magic..."

Christine sighed, then shook her head: "Let's talk about something happier. They've finally figured things out. They're not going to hold all the power in their hands anymore. They've hired professional managers to handle some of the business. Miss Claire is now in full charge of Magic Park."

"Claire mentioned it in her letter to me..."

Melvin chewed on a chickpea, then changed the subject: "Where are your aunt and Abernathy?"

“Speaking of Aunt Vida…” Christine hesitated for a moment, “She asked me to remind you to keep your promise.”

"..."

Melvin's thoughts drifted away, lost in memories.

Two years ago in Budapest, Melvin stumbled into a gathering of UMNO remnants and made a deal with them: to use the influence of the UMNO members to develop his club business. In exchange, Melvin promised to rescue Grindelwald.

It's getting close to the agreed time.

Nurmengard...

Is it in Austria?

……

Hogsmeade, three brooms.

Shops along the street will remain open throughout the summer vacation.

When it comes to tourism, wizards and Muggles are pretty much the same. Tens of thousands of wizards from all over the world flocked to Britain, and of course they wouldn't just stay obediently in Dartmoor, wait for the World Cup final to start, and then leave right after watching the game.

Most visitors will stroll through the wizarding quarters of Britain, visiting, taking photos, and shopping.

Hogwarts, the world's most famous and oldest magic school, is not open to the public, but Hogsmeade, the commercial street outside the school and Britain's only pure wizarding village, is also a top travel destination.

There were only slightly fewer tourists on the streets than in Diagon Alley.

Melvin and Christine arrived relatively early and found a seat near the bar on the first floor of Three Brooms.

Three Brooms pays great attention to customer experience. The hygiene and food and drinks are top-notch throughout Britain. There are no stubborn grease or grime, and Ms. Rosmerta's smile is not off-putting.

Out of gratitude to Melvin, they were provided with service beyond that of ordinary customers, including unlimited drinks and freshly fried fish and chips that were crispy on the outside and still steaming hot when served.

“Ms. Rosmerta has never been so considerate to us…”

Regular customer Tacrot sat in a corner, already quite drunk even though it wasn't noon yet, swirling a glass of red wine and muttering to himself.

Malcolm glanced at him sideways, silently drank his wine, and ignored him.

"Over the years, we've consumed so much Galleon here, and every time they serve me fries... there's not even parsley or cheese, not even ketchup."

Hearing this, Malcolm couldn't hold back any longer: "That's because when you first graduated you said you liked plain fries, nothing else!"

"Really?" Tacrot's eyes widened.

Malcolm couldn't stand it anymore: "Stop getting in the way of Hogsmeade. You come to the tavern every day to show off your expensive front-row tickets. Be careful someone uses a bat to hit your head like a running ball tonight. Go to Dartmoor and get a good spot."

Tacrot wasn't annoyed at all; instead, he winked at him smugly and then started showing off his front-row tickets, luxury lamps, and the fortune he'd earned. In a moment of excitement, he paid for Melvin and the others' drinks in full.

Five minutes later, Ms. Rosmerta brought out a jug of freshly brewed mead and presented it to Melvin and Christine.

"Tacrot invited me."

“Professor Levent seems to be quite prestigious here…” Christine winked and said jokingly.

I sat in the tavern for half an hour. This happened more than once. The villagers seemed very grateful to the young professor. They would greet him occasionally when they passed by, but there was no sense of distance between them.

Having just arrived in Hogsmeade, I was very interested in everything about the exotic tavern, not to mention that this was where the first Shadow Mirror began to play.

Melvin talked about the content of the shows, from animal documentaries to news about prophets, and the recently started magical epic. The founder of the Magic Mirror Club explained to her the underlying reasons for the popularity of these programs and the concepts behind their production…

Christine found it really interesting for Muggles to study this course.

(End of this chapter)