Hogwarts: This professor is too Muggle

Mr. Malfoy's long nostrils rose and fell slightly. He glanced at Borgin and walked towards the inner room. Draco was about to follow him, but was stopped by Mr. Borgin: "Master Malfoy, come and see this skull. What do you think? Voodoo made by Indian priests..."

Seeing that Draco's attention was diverted after just a few words, Harry curled his lips. Everyone could see that Mr. Borgin wanted to separate them, but he still fell for it. What a fool.

He tried his best to glance into the inner room through the narrow gap, but apart from Mr. Malfoy, he could only see a vague figure, a slender figure, who seemed somewhat familiar.

……

Mr. Malfoy walked into the inner room and saw the young wizard standing in the middle of the room, flipping through a book on dark magic. On the cover was a poisonous snake drawn in dark red ink, which faintly smelled of blood.

He casually placed his cane on the shelf beside him. "Professor Lewinter?"

Of course Malfoy recognized this professor. He first became famous in newspapers, and later became a rising star in the British wizarding world with the help of the Magic Mirror Club. Among wizards of the same age, Melvin Levent was the most prominent name.

But the more profound impression came from the retelling of his own child Draco.

At the beginning, it was an insignificant joke that used far-fetched logic to infer that Severus loved his wife. When Narcissa showed him her son's serious secret letter, he just thought it was absurd and funny.

Of course, Malfoy would not think such an outrageous inference was true. He just regarded it as a joke and even sent an invitation to Severus, intending to make fun of him in person.

It's a pity that he didn't accept the invitation.

Later, there was the warning during the night walk in the Forbidden Forest. After that, Draco suddenly became much more sensible. The couple thought that their child had grown up by going to school. Later, when Draco accidentally asked about the rent of several shops, they realized that it was the professor who taught him a lesson.

Finally, Draco came back from vacation to show off the deal he made with the Longbottom children. Although it was just children playing house, it also revealed the style of the Malfoy family.

Mr. Malfoy didn't mind making friends with such an upstart professor.

Of course, there are limits to friendship and it's a cautious one.

Melvin was also sizing up this middle-aged wizard, the head of the Malfoy family, a businessman with trade all over the world, a former core Death Eater, a hypocritical person who escaped trial, a conspirator in the wizarding world, and a generous philanthropist—

Lucius Malfoy.

With light blond hair, deep grey eyes, and a pointed, pale face, he looked very similar to Draco.

"Mr. Malfoy, I'm sorry to invite you like this."

Melvin put down the book and bowed slightly to him, showing an impeccable smile. He casually summoned two chairs and motioned for him to sit down and talk slowly. "I heard that Mr. Malfoy wants to deal with a batch of difficult items in response to the recent inspection by the Ministry of Magic?"

Mr. Malfoy nodded slightly, sat down comfortably, and said self-deprecatingly, "The Malfoy family's reputation is not much left. It's barely enough for me to delay for two days and vacate the attic."

"Dark magic items are just a minor issue. If they are discovered, the only thing left is a fine. These Galleons are nothing to Malfoy..."

Melvin's praise made Malfoy raise his chin slightly, revealing a bit of complacency, but the next half sentence shocked him:

"What about the Dark Lord's things?"

Mr. Malfoy's pupils shrank, his smile froze on his face, and his body tensed up, showing an instinctive defensiveness. He put on a tough attitude and asked coldly, "What do you mean?"

Melvin stared into his eyes and spoke word by word, "I say, what are you going to do with the diary in your pocket?"

The precise and detailed words shattered all hope in Malfoy's heart. A layer of cold sweat quickly broke out on his back. His mind was in a mess as he tried to analyze the young professor's intentions.

How did he know about the diary?

Is he the Dark Lord's man?

No. He's Dumbledore's man?

Melvin continued to speak to himself, "I think Mr. Malfoy should have seen my film. Dumbledore and I both believe that the Dark Lord will make a comeback one day. I am very curious, when the time comes, will you, the Death Eaters who quickly switched sides after your downfall, escaped from prison, betrayed your allies, and never looked for him in all these years, still gain the Dark Lord's trust?

"Perhaps with the Malfoy family's wealth and extensive connections, you and your wife... and your child, Draco, can become core Death Eaters again. But what happens after that? Can the Dark Lord win this time? If he loses again, which side will you side with?"

"Or you will become cannon fodder abandoned by both sides. No matter who wins, Malfoy will be the target of reckoning."

"..."

Malfoy felt a chill spreading from the soles of his feet to the depths of his heart.

Melvin smiled gently and said, "Or, you can have a third way out."

……

"Click!"

Through the narrow gap between the wooden cabinets, Harry saw Mr. Malfoy hurried out of the inner room, pulled Draco with him, and hurriedly left the shop.

"Goodbye, Mr. Malfoy. Can I go to the manor to pick up the goods tomorrow at noon?" Borgin greeted flatteringly.

"Um……"

The figures of the father and son disappeared into the narrow, damp alley. The shop fell into silence again. Borgin adjusted his pince-nez, turned around and walked slowly back to the inner room, still muttering to himself:

"If the legend is true, the items on this list are less than half of what is hidden in Malfoy Manor..."

"call……"

Harry breathed a sigh of relief and planned to wait until Borgin was completely in the inner room before he slipped out quietly and left without anyone noticing.

Just as he was waiting for the opportunity, Harry's pupils suddenly contracted. Through the slit, he saw an unexpected figure walking out of the inner room. He had a slender figure and a handsome, youthful face.

"It's Professor Lewinter!" he shouted in his heart.

Harry watched Professor Lewynter chatting with Borgin for a while, then prepared to say goodbye and leave with a book on the Dark Arts and a diary tucked under his arm. Then he casually glanced around the store and landed on the cabinet where he was hiding, revealing an intriguing smile.

Professor Lewynter stepped closer, and Harry slowly held his breath.

Harry swore to Merlin that he had always thought Professor Lewyn's smile was kind and gentle, but seeing the same smile now made him feel a chill.

Accompanied by a slightly musty breeze, Melvin opened the cabinet door and looked at the disheveled Harry inside, and many distant memories emerged in his mind.

Dobby must have noticed Malfoy's conspiracy, so he made trouble to prevent Harry from returning to school. As a result, the Weasley brothers simply took him to the Burrow and waited for school to start together... There would be more trouble later, at least the poor Whomping Willow was in trouble.

He smiled and asked, "First time using Floo powder, did you pronounce the place name wrong?"

Harry hummed in a muffled voice.

Then there was a crackling sound, and the eyes blurred. I saw the professor's finger lightly tap, and the broken lenses suddenly spliced ​​and fused together, and the vision became clear.

Melvin summoned another whirlwind, which blew around him twice, carrying the soot on his body and blowing it into the nearby fireplace.

"Come on, I'll take you to Diagon Alley. Mrs. Weasley must be looking for you anxiously."

"..."

In the blink of an eye, the disheveled look was completely changed, and Harry was still a little confused.

Is Professor Lewynter a good guy or a bad guy?

Chapter 117: First time sneaking into the underground vault

The air was filled with an indescribable stench. Leather boots rolled over the soft mossy mud, passing by the black magic shop without a sign, and walked to the end of the damp alley.

The young professors and the fresh-faced students seemed out of place in such a place, attracting the attention of most wizards.

In the dark doorways of shops along the way, wizards whose faces could not be seen stared at them and whispered to each other. Occasionally, a disabled wizard with a withered face and gloomy eyes passed by the roadside and stopped to cast a look at them, which made Harry shudder.

"Don't wander into those shops without signs on Knockturn Alley. You don't know what they do."

Melvin walked ahead leisurely, as if he were taking a student on an outing, and was interested in introducing him. "Even shops with signs should be treated with caution. Take that candle shop across the street. You only know they sell candles and oil lamps, but you don't know what the oil is made from."

A student who was about to enter the second grade looked up at the skull on the candle shop sign: "..."

Harry's face turned pale as a certain guess emerged in his mind.

He didn't really want to know.

"If you get lost in Knockturn Alley, don't try to ask for directions in a gentle and friendly manner. Try to knock the person down before asking. Veritaserum or the Imperius Curse will be more convenient."

Hearing Professor Lewinter's words and feeling the malicious gazes around him, Harry felt a little scared. He wondered if he hadn't happened to meet the professor, it would have been difficult for him to get out of here safely today.

As if sensing his thoughts, Melvin chuckled. "Don't think of Knockturn Alley as some kind of dragon's lair. Many dark wizards gather here, and there are many goods that can't be found in Diagon Alley. Therefore, it attracts many underground merchants and customers. All you have to do is find a crowded place, shout that you are the Boy-Who-Lived, and show the scar on your forehead, and many people will be willing to escort you out."

Harry had a strange expression on his face, and couldn't tell if the professor was joking or serious.

After turning a few corners in the winding alleys, Melvin continued, "If you're lucky, you might run into someone you know. As far as I know, many professors come here to buy teaching aids before school starts. Professors Sprout, Snape, and Barbie are all regulars. Hagrid also comes here to buy insect repellent."

"Hagrid isn't back yet..."

Harry said quietly, "I've been staying at the Weasleys' house lately. The Burrow received a letter from Charlie yesterday saying that Hagrid broke his leg in Romania and that Professor Kettleburn won't be able to take him home for two days."

Melvin couldn't help but smile. It wasn't surprising at all that this happened to Hagrid.

As they approached the exit of the alley, an old witch carrying a stack of dead people's nails passed by and stopped beside them, staring at the two of them. Melvin looked at her calmly, then calmly took Harry away and walked into the territory of Diagon Alley.

The rest of the journey was much smoother.

Melvin originally planned to send him to the Leaky Cauldron and hand him over to Old Tom, but on the steps in front of Gringotts, he met the Weasley family, with their families and children, and a huge crowd.

"Harry! Harry!"

"We hope you only missed an oven door. Mother is going crazy!"

"Where did you come from?"

"Knockturn Alley! Oh my god, that's so cool! Mom never lets us go there!"

"Why don't you stay a little longer so we have a reason to go in and look for you!"

As soon as the children met, the scene became lively. The boys pestered Harry with questions, and Mrs. Weasley pulled Ginny to check if Harry was missing any limbs, almost blocking the door of Gringotts.

Arthur Weasley, who had been squeezed out of the circle, realized it later and saw the young professor. He smiled and expressed his gratitude: "It's a good thing you found Harry in time, Professor Lewynter. If the dark wizard had discovered Harry's identity first, the consequences would be unimaginable."

Melvin smiled and whispered, "That's what a professor should do."

"Do you have time to go to the Leaky Cauldron for a drink, Professor? Old Tom always tells me about you, saying that you invented the shadow mirror and the film. It's amazing! Very Muggle-style. Were they inspired by TV and movies?..."

Mr. Weasley began to ramble on, and Melvin suddenly felt a headache. He suspected that gratitude for helping to find Harry was just an excuse, and what came later was what he was really interested in.

Hesitate and linger in front of illegal repair shops, and pester legal professors as soon as they catch them.

Melvin quickly shook his head: "No, I have other things to do."

"Okay..." Arthur's expression was quite regretful.

The greetings over there finally ended, and they turned to greet Professor Lewynter, and Melvin also formally greeted Mrs. Weasley.

"Professor Lewyn! I'm so glad to see you!" Molly Weasley was very excited. She shook Melvin's hand, almost tears welling up in her eyes. "I've been wanting to invite you to the Burrow since last semester. Thank you for taking care of these little guys and teaching George and Fred the right ideas. Especially for Ron's performance fee. Really..."

The slightly short and plump housewife witch choked up and expressed some sincerity: "I don't know how to thank you. This year's textbooks are very expensive. Ginny is also going to school and needs to buy new robes and stationery... If it weren't for... I really..."

The Weasley children next to them blushed a little. George and Fred's shoulders drooped. Ginny held her hand. She originally thought that her mother's behavior was a little inappropriate, but now she just felt that she was not considerate enough of their mother.

Only Ron tilted his neck back, his freckles on his face filled with pride, his chin almost raised to the sky.

He's had enough of his farts this summer.