Hogwarts: This professor is too Muggle

After two years, he returned to Ilvermorny and his status changed from student to professor. In the past, Melvin might have found it interesting, but now he felt nothing.

The moonlight was bright and clear, and you could see the trees outside clearly without any lights, and occasionally you could even see an owl.

The young wizard looked out the window quietly. After an unknown amount of time, he took the snake eggs from the bedside table and looked at them carefully.

The shell of the snake egg is grayish white, and it is larger than a regular goose egg. It cannot be held in one hand. There seems to be a dim fluorescent light flowing on the surface. It does not look like an eggshell but more like jade. The inside is not ordinary egg liquid. It seems to have signs of life and is very lively.

The creature inside that hadn't yet hatched could vaguely sense his emotions. Although it couldn't respond, through magical perception, it could observe that the rhythm of the faint fluorescent light flowing from the case had changed, as if expressing comfort.

Melvin frowned slightly, lost in thought.

Now the question is, how to hatch this little thing?

……

Finally, the sun slowly emerged from the ground, the deep blue night sky faded little by little, and purple and red morning glow appeared in the sky. The sunlight penetrated the clouds and mist and shone in obliquely, one by one, as if it had shape, shining on the outer wall of the castle and slowly warming up.

Birds were singing one after another, and Ilvermorny became lively for a moment. The castle and the forest exuded a magnificent vitality.

Today is a good day for hatching eggs.

"Restricted Books Section..."

Melvin pushed open the door of the library, muttered something under his breath, walked into the bookshelf area related to magical beasts, and began to look for information.

Although it is not as good as Hogwarts, the collection of books here is rich enough.

Wandering between the bookshelves, he occasionally met Pukchi who was cleaning the shelves and organizing the books. Neither of them said anything, but nodded and walked away, with an unspoken understanding.

In order to avoid the embarrassment of someone else mopping the floor and Melvin stepping on it, he simply picked out the materials and went to the snake tree next to the founder's cabin, choosing a spot where the sun could get in but not be glaring.

Reach out and touch the branches, the branches hang down and intertwine, and a vine swing hangs in front of you.

Melvin sat on the swing and began to look through the information.

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them: A Unique North American Journey

Hatching and Raising Snakes

How to Get Close to Venomous Snakes

These are all materials about magical snakes compiled and edited by wizards in the past few hundred years. They are all works by famous authors, and the author of the first one is Scamander.

They are basically common snakes, and there are no 5X-level dangerous animals. Even with Melvin's limited knowledge of magical beasts, he can find many omissions. Things like basilisks and runes are only briefly introduced.

Even Newt Scamander, the greatest expert on magical creatures of this century, could only summarize the basilisk and the alien horned water snake based on the existing information, even though he had never seen them with his own eyes. He could only briefly mention details such as hatching.

"The horned water snake has a horn on its head, which is where its name comes from."

Melvin: ...

It can be seen that Mr. Scamander has a rigorous attitude towards academic research and is very cautious in his wording when it comes to uncertain and difficult-to-evidence parts.

Melvin sighed. It seemed that there was little hope of finding information about hatching horned water snakes in books. He could only look at the hatching methods of other snakes to see if there was anything he could learn from them.

There is little information on the hatching of the exotic horned water snake, but there are many records of the hatching of the basilisk, but they are basically hearsay.

According to anonymous historical records, the despicable Herpo was the first person to breed a basilisk. He placed a rooster egg under the body of a toad to hatch it, and bred this giant venomous snake, which he named the basilisk.

"Creating basilisks has been illegal since the Middle Ages, but it's easy to conceal because one simply needs to remove the eggs from under the toad before the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures arrives..."

Melvin once again felt a sense of absurdity and helplessness.

At first glance, it doesn't seem difficult, but if the method of breeding basilisks is really that simple, there would not have been no basilisks appearing in the world for four hundred years.

It sounds like you can just find a random country farmer and wave a magic wand to conjure up a basilisk, but if you think about it carefully, you have to induce a rooster to lay eggs, induce a toad to hatch the eggs, choose the right astrological time, and consider whether to feed the potion...

The detailed process is probably more complicated than making a Horcrux.

"..."

If you think about it, the rough process of making a Horcrux seems pretty simple.

Melvin looked through the information he found, but still had no clue.

He casually threw the information on the grass, stepped on it, and the swing began to swing. He looked at the crystal dewdrops illuminated by the sunlight, thinking about the possibility of hatching snake eggs.

Since there is little hope of hatching it yourself, what about seeking help from a magical animal expert?

"Hagrid?"

Melvin shook his head and was the first to rule out this unreliable one.

"Professor Kettleburn?"

I went back to school to ask, but it seemed like there was no hope.

"Mr. Scamander?"

We should be able to get in touch with the principal through the school, but even experts probably can't do anything about this completely new animal.

In fact, in terms of being knowledgeable and experienced, Nicolas Flamel might be the best choice. In his long life of 600 years, he might have seen a horned water snake before, and perhaps he could provide a hatching solution from the perspective of alchemy.

"Six hundred years...breeding snakes...considering the professional focus, the most professional seems to be..."

Melvin suddenly stopped swinging, looked up at the lush snake tree in front of him, and murmured softly, "Salazar Slytherin?"

Slytherin had been dead for almost a thousand years, so it was certainly unrealistic to consult him, but Slytherin's heirs were still around, and they weren't rare, at least not as rare as the horned water snakes of the Xenomorph.

Melvin had a strange expression on his face.

……

Thousands of miles away at Malfoy Manor, Lucius Malfoy stood in the attic, looking at the diary in the old wooden box, frowning, worrying about what to do with it.

The Ministry of Magic has recently started another round of investigations into Dark Arts items.

If it were any other sane wizard, they would sit down and have a couple of drinks, and the major families would pool some Galleons and some insignificant dark magic items, give one to the staff, and take one back to the ministry for report.

Wealth and achievements are achieved.

It's good for everyone if you just pretend.

The person in charge of this task is the shame of pure-bloods, Weasley, who has a tough and unreasonable attitude, especially targeting those Death Eaters who were once controlled by the Dark Lord. Two days ago, he even broke into the homes of old Crabbe and old Goyle to search.

Lucius stared at the diary silently, and a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes as he thought of the Easter egg at the end of the movie.

He doesn't dare to destroy it, so let someone who has the courage to deal with it!

Chapter 115 Seraphina

Savannah, Georgia.

Graves Manor.

The mowed lawn exuded a unique fragrance of soil and grass juice. The goblins huddled in holes and under rocks, revealing their two eyes, which spun around, sizing up the heir of the Graves family not far away.

Pickley Graves, who was two months away from turning 15 and was about to enter fifth grade in the second half of the year, was dressed in a neat black suit and had his hair combed neatly, making it shiny and glossy. It was unclear how much mousse and hair oil he had put in it, but it looked like even a bowtruckle couldn't climb up to it.

He was frowning and looking serious at the moment.

The heir was worried about the Iron Armor Curse. He started practicing it during the summer vacation, and it has been almost a month and a half now, but there has been no progress. He can only succeed two or three times out of ten times, and when he releases it, it can only resist the minor evil curses of his peers.

You know, when senior Lewinter was in fifth grade, his dueling skills were already comparable to the professor, and he was invincible among the entire student body.

"Ugh……"

If this continues, how can he revive his family and make Graves' name shine again in the Magic Congress?

There was a slight vibration on the lawn, and another wizard was approaching. The goblin hiding in the pit shrank his head.

The gentle sound of twigs being trampled on came closer. It was a witch in a black and white suspender skirt, also a fifth-grader. She trotted over, panting slightly. "Pickley, why are you still daydreaming here?! Dinner is almost ready, and the principal and Mr. Lewinter will be arriving soon. Grandma wants you to hurry over and prepare to welcome the guests."

When Pickley heard the guest's name, his eyes lit up, but he was a little timid. He whispered, "I haven't practiced the armor charm yet, otherwise I won't attend the dinner tonight. How about just saying I have a stomachache, Nancy?"

Nancy laughed angrily, reached out and grabbed the man's arm, dragging him towards the castle. "If you really do this, I don't know if your stomach will hurt, but your legs will probably hurt a lot! It will hurt until school starts!"

Pickley was confused and asked blankly, "Why?"

Nancy kicked his shin lightly and said angrily, "Your grandma broke it!"

The sound of the young students playing around spread and drifted on the wind to the terrace of the second-floor living room. As the two students waited for them to come upstairs, a familiar voice immediately jokingly said, "Don't worry, Pikri. A broken leg isn't serious for a wizard. It will heal overnight and won't hurt until school starts."

The two students looked up suddenly and saw Melvin, no longer wearing the Gordian knot on his school uniform. They seemed a little unfamiliar and didn't recognize him at first. After a few glances, they opened their eyes wide and shouted in surprise, "Melvin! Aegir!"

As students of the Horned Hydra Academy, Melvin can be said to be their idol, the goal they strive for and pursue.

Before he dropped out of school, he firmly held the top spot in his grade. In addition to Quidditch matches, he had enough trophies for duels, transfiguration, and Defense Against the Dark Arts competitions to put a shelf of his own in the trophy display room.

In the two years since dropping out of school, the Horned Serpent Academy failed to maintain these honors, and they were soon taken away by the Thunderbird Academy.

Although they knew tonight's guests in advance, they couldn't help but feel excited when they actually saw this legendary senior again.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Melvin nodded and smiled at the two of them. In fact, he didn't have a very deep impression of Pickley Graves. He only remembered that he was the son of the deputy director of the Auror Office. His main impression was of Nancy Boot next to him. She was a descendant of the Boot brothers, the Boot brothers who were the adopted sons of the founder, Isolt Thrall.

The Horned Water Snake often talks about the foolish things her ancestors did when they were learning magic.

Boot and Pickley had a close relationship, and within the American wizarding family community, this marriage was already a foregone conclusion. Any discerning wizard could foresee that the Graves family, weakened in recent years, would leverage Boot's vast resources to return to the center of power in MACUSA.

Poor Deputy Director of Auror, he worked hard for most of his life, but couldn't compare to his son having a relationship.

I wonder what Mr. Graves, who is working overtime, would think?

The two people at the door were hit on the head with a wand, one each. An old black witch with gray hair walked into the room and scolded in a low voice: "Greet them properly!"

The two of them responded obediently: "Principal Fontana, Mr. Lewinter."

Principal Fontana nodded with a smile and greeted the black witch: "Ms. Picquery."

Melvin nodded and said, "Ms. Picquery."

The loose skin on the lady's face drooped, forming many deep wrinkles, but there was still a sense of majesty between her dry and sunken forehead.

Seraphina Picquery, the last student to be recognized by four academy statues at the same time, joined the Magical Congress after graduation and served as the President of the Magical Congress of the United States of America in 1920 for an eight-year term. She once worked with Scamander to stop Grindelwald and the Witch Party and thwart their conspiracy to undermine the Statute of Secrecy.

Apart from this, there are some minor achievements, such as preventing the implementation of Prohibition and improving the Magical Creatures Protection Act.

British wizards' understanding of this foreign wizarding government leader basically comes from Rita Skeeter's biography of Newt Scamander, "Man or Beast? The True Face of Newt Scamander", which describes Newt as a heartbreaking love fraud who once had a fleeting affair with her, but later fell in love with someone else and left her.

Fortunately, this biography was only published in Britain, and Ms. Picquery probably has not read the relevant passages, otherwise Miss Beetle Reporter would probably have disappeared.

You should know that this black witch is not as kind as she looks. Her wand is made by Violetta Beauvais. It is made of wetland summer hawthorn wood and contains a wetland werewolf hair. Her thirst for black magic is like blood to a vampire.

Her extremely short term of office gives us a glimpse into her experience in governing. Despite her achievement of defeating Grindelwald, her politically shrewd and tough style offended many people. She was not very friendly to her colleagues and rarely showed her relaxed and friendly side, which led to most people not liking her very much.