Hogwarts: This professor is too Muggle

I was just a little worried that if Headmaster Fontana knew that I was leaving Ilvermorny without even getting my diploma and ended up heading to Hogwarts, he would be so angry that he would bury him under the snakewood.

While he was in Hogwarts missing Ilvermorny, the sun had already set and the clock pendulum made a dull sound.

The opening dinner was about to begin. Melvin stood up, took off his coat, took out a suit from his suitcase and put it on.

According to Dumbledore, Hogwarts holds several grand dinners every year, and the opening dinner is one of them. Professors of each subject must arrive at the auditorium before the students, and it is best to wear formal attire.

The wizarding world also has suits, but the styles are not as complicated as those of Muggles. In the minds of most wizards, suits are uniforms for Ministry of Magic employees to make it easier for them to interact with Muggles. The formal attire for wizards is wizard robes, and they wear dress robes on particularly grand occasions. Diagon Alley has the Extraordinary Clothing Store and Madam Malkin's Robe Shop, and Hogsmeade has an elegant wizard clothing store. If you are really short of money, you can try your luck at a second-hand robe shop.

Melvin chose a suit and tie to attend the opening dinner.

This professor is a bit of a muggle.

……

Learning about this castle from video materials and written stories is completely different from walking through the castle's corridors and stairwells in person.

The castle's main color scheme is dark, with its walls and domes made of sandstone and limestone, weathered by the passage of time, its slate-gray hues interspersed with mottled gray and black. The marble staircase offers a less stark contrast. The hallway is straight, with hollowed-out suits of armor and busts of wizards quietly placed on either side, their life stories engraved on the bases.

Next to the hollow relief hangs a green ribbon with the Slytherin House emblem printed on it. They were the champions of last year's House Cup, and this color scheme will last for the entire year until the new champion is decided next summer.

Melvin slowed down his pace and walked down the stairs. Memories of Hogwarts kept emerging in his mind. The real scene in front of him gradually overlapped with the scenes in the distant memory, becoming vivid bit by bit.

Stay at the corner of the stairs for half a minute to get a feel for the staircase's turning pattern before continuing downstairs.

There are a total of 142 staircases in Hogwarts, with different widths, lengths and sizes. Some steps will suddenly disappear, and some stairs will suddenly turn. If you rush in in a hurry, it is normal to be stuck for half an hour.

The last step, not far ahead is the auditorium, with two doors open and brightly lit.

"You must be the new Professor Lewinter."

Before Melvin entered the auditorium, a short, plump, middle-aged witch with flowing gray hair walked towards him from the entrance hall. She had a kind smile on her face and said, "Nice to meet you, Professor Lewynter. I'm Pomona Sprout, who teaches Herbology."

It was the witch busy in the greenhouse that I saw when I entered the school.

"Hello, Professor Sprout."

"I saw you in the greenhouse this morning, but I was covered in mud and the greenhouse smelled bad, so I didn't call you. Come on, come on, I'll introduce you to the other professors."

"Yes, ma'am..."

Melvin couldn't help but smile and followed her into the auditorium.

The banquet had not yet begun, and the four long tables of the colleges were still empty, with only simple fruits and snacks on the tables. The guest of honor seats were also empty. Walking closer, a voice came from the lounge next to it.

Following the direction of the sound and walking into the side door next to the guest of honor seat, Melvin saw the other three Hogwarts deans.

The witch standing in front stood straight, wearing a crisp emerald green robe with her collar buttoned to the top. Her gray and black hair was tied into a tight bun. Her calm gaze from behind her square glasses lingered on his suit for a few seconds before she nodded.

"Welcome to Hogwarts, Professor Lewynter, I am Minerva McGonagall, Professor of Transfiguration."

"It's nice to meet you, Professor McGonagall."

The man next to him was thin, with a hooked nose and greasy black hair hanging down on both sides of his cheeks. He had an expressionless face and a cold look when he looked at Melvin. He squeezed out a name from his mouth:

"Severus Snape, Potions."

Melvin nodded. "Hello, Professor Snape."

"Look here! Filius Flitwick, I'm the Charms Professor!"

Professor Flitwick was a half-goblin, short, only a little over three feet tall, but very agile. He came up to him in the blink of an eye and looked at his suit with great interest. "This is a Muggle suit, right? It's really beautiful!"

"Yes, formal suits for Muggle men can be tailored to your body shape. If Professor Flitwick is interested, we can go to London together this weekend. I happen to know a very good tailor shop."

"London? I thought it would be New York."

"Professor Flitwick knows me?"

"Of course, it's all in the newspapers. I'd like to hear about Ilvermorny. What are your Charms classes like? What do they teach?"

"I also want to know more about Hogwarts..."

The four deans and the new professor of Muggle Studies gathered together to chat. They asked about Melvin's experience, and Melvin also asked about their past indirectly.

The four heads of the Hogwarts school all have their own stories. One professor was reluctant to reveal them, so the topic turned to Professor McGonagall's youth.

Professor McGonagall is a half-blood wizard. Her father is a priest of the Muggle Church, and her mother is a witch who hides her identity and falls in love with a Muggle.

Minerva showed outstanding wizarding talent soon after she was born. As a baby, she was unable to control her own magic, which soon exposed her mother Isobel's identity as a witch. However, the family did not break up because of this. They still lived together. Not long after, Minerva had two younger brothers, who were also wizards.

There was no unrest during that period, and Minerva successfully entered Hogwarts and graduated.

Talking about the past, several professors became interested. Flitwick reminisced with emotion:

"I still remember the Sorting Party that year. When the Sorting Hat was placed on her head, it hesitated between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw, and it took five and a half minutes to make a decision. The result was Gryffindor. What a pity... If only there was one, Ravenclaw could have had this outstanding witch."

Sprout added in a reverent tone, "I enrolled in Minerva's fifth year. She was the Gryffindor head girl at the time, topped the grade, and showed amazing talent in Transfiguration. She was chosen as the best newcomer by Transfiguration Today..."

Mag pursed her lips, with a faint smile on her lips:

"Filius was also very good, and the Sorting Hat almost put him in Gryffindor. In his fifth year, no student his age could last three minutes in a duel practice with Filius, not even the senior students. Shortly after graduation, he became the champion of the Wizarding Dueling Tournament and held the title for several consecutive years.

"And Pomona. She was only twelve when I graduated, and she had already tamed all the dangerous plants in the greenhouse."

"That was decades ago."

"I really miss those wonderful student days..."

Snape remained silent, glancing at the few people chatting and laughing. He had been listening without saying much, but suddenly spoke up: "It's a pity that Professor McGonagall left some regrets when she graduated."

Melvin subconsciously asked, "What regret?"

"As the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, I lost the last game against Slytherin before graduation. I still want to win it back, but unfortunately I haven't been able to do so."

"..."

Flitwick and Sprout fell silent.

Melvin was also silent. Why did he respond just now?

Snape was a man who could chat.

Professor McGonagall frowned slightly. "That's because a Slytherin player committed a foul, causing me to suffer a concussion and break several ribs. I can't continue the game."

"He received the penalty he deserved, but Gryffindor still lost."

"Gryffindor later defeated Slytherin many times."

“Just not the last five years.”

"..."

Flitwick and Sprout listened to their conversation without any intention of interrupting to persuade them. After all, in the past few decades, the House Cup and the Quidditch Cup had mostly rotated between Gryffindor and Slytherin. Listening to them quarreling on such topics gave them a secret pleasure.

I just felt a little guilty for neglecting the new Professor Levent.

With mixed feelings, Flitwick's eyes rolled around, and he reached out and tugged at the corner of Melvin's clothes: "Melvin, do you want to try the Sorting Hat?"

"what?"

"It can also help with teaching. We all went to Hogwarts when we were young and experienced the Sorting. Students from the same house are more willing to cooperate with us. How about you give it a try?"

It was rare to see an adult wizard wearing the Sorting Hat. When Flitwick mentioned this, Sprout became interested, even more enthusiastic than the person himself:

"Yes, let's try it."

"..."

The two professors escorted Melvin out of the lounge and into the open space in front of the guest of honor seats.

Every year at the opening party of the school, a sorting ceremony is prepared for the freshmen. A triangular stool is placed in the open space in front of the guest of honor seats, and the sorting hat is placed on the triangular stool.

It was a wrinkled, pointed wizard's hat, made of faded fabric with a grayish-brown hue. The folds had been washed out, like parchment that had been crumpled and then dried. The tip of the hat sagged to the left, its surface covered in patches of varying depths. A crooked crack opened at the brim, the threads frayed to a fuzzy mess, and the mottled stains were of unknown composition.

The Sorting Hat was dirty and worn. Melvin lifted the brim of the hat and examined it carefully inside and out for a few times. After a lot of mental preparation, he put it on his head.

The brim of the hat was drooping, blocking the view.

My mind is in a mess.

There's no need to use any brain occlusion. Those memories don't exist in this brain, but are more like hidden deep in the soul.

Seven years ago, when he set foot in Ilvermorny, the four house statues reacted at the same time. Although the house characteristics of Ilvermorny did not strictly correspond to those of Hogwarts, overall, he should meet the requirements of all four houses.

The brim of the hat emitted a cool, faint magic that only brushed against his hair, without penetrating deep into his brain, nor did it show any sign of exploring the depths of his mind, as if trying to capture the chaotic thoughts overflowing from his brain.

"Oh!"

A subtle voice rang out beside my ears: "It's been many years since I've worn it on an adult wizard's head, and yet your thoughts are still so confused. When will you finally understand that thinking about dozens of things at once won't make you think faster or more efficiently, it will only turn your head into a mess."

Melvin was quite helpless: I think so too, but the brain has its own ideas.

The Sorting Hat seemed to sense his thoughts and whispered, "Don't be impatient. If you control your thoughts, you can control your magic."

"Thoughts...magic?"

Melvin wanted to ask more, but the Sorting Hat changed the subject: "Let me see, let me see, oh, a complex adult wizard, not lacking in courage, not bad at heart, with outstanding talent... complex, very complex..."

Melvin gradually calmed down. Just when he thought the Sorting Hat would hesitate for a while and finally ask for his opinion, the Sorting Hat seemed to sense something extraordinary and suddenly raised its voice and screamed:

"Slytherin! Absolutely Slytherin!"

"??"

No, why did he suddenly become Slytherin?

You haven't asked for my opinion yet?

Melvin looked up and found Flitwick and Sprout staring at him with complicated expressions, as if they wanted to say something but stopped.

The other two professors stopped arguing at some point and came to stand side by side. Professor McGonagall didn't say anything, but just frowned slightly and pursed her lips.

Only Snape's expression seemed to soften, and he looked much more pleasing to the eye.

"Woo! Woo!"

The sound of a train whistle came from outside the window.

Just... continue to default

Chapter 12: Professors at Hogwarts

The Hogwarts Express has arrived.

Professor McGonagall went to the entrance hall to greet the students. Professors from other subjects also arrived one after another, and there was another round of introductions and greetings.