Hogwarts: This professor is too Muggle

Without waiting for the diary to answer, Melvin quickly closed the book and stuffed it into the bottom, inconspicuous drawer.

About half an hour later.

School auditorium.

The magic dome was gray today, just like the sky outside, a gloomy gray.

Melvin sat at the side of the guest of honor seat and enjoyed breakfast, and the conversations at the long table in front of him and among his colleagues around him reached his ears.

On the first day of school, all the teachers and students were present, with professors of elective courses sitting next to them. The four deans walked around the long tables of the colleges, distributing the arranged course schedules. Even Dumbledore, who had been hiding in the principal's office for a long time, showed up.

Dumbledore tasted the pumpkin oatmeal with a smile, patiently introduced it to Lockhart, and responded to his self-boasting.

"Principal, the situation was extremely critical!"

"Um……"

"The Yeti's claws are already hitting me in the face!"

"what?"

"You know how I escaped? It was bacon! I stuffed it up its nose!"

"Oh!"

It was clearly just a simple, perfunctory interjection, but when it came out of the mouth of a legendary wizard, its emotional value was immediately maximized. Lockhart laughed so hard that he almost floated up.

Dumbledore noticed Melvin's look and looked at Lockhart beside him. He paused for a moment and said, "Professor Lockhart, could you show me the spell that you used to restore the werewolf to its human form?"

"Uh……"

Lockhart suddenly got stuck and pretended to choke on his fried eggs. He coughed a few times and waved his hands: "Ahem... Sorry, Headmaster, I have to go take care of this."

Dumbledore nodded and smiled, watching him hurry away.

Melvin sat down, glanced at his intact fingers, and skipped the pleasantries before getting straight to the point: "Principal, did you deal with the crown you found last year?"

Dumbledore tasted the oatmeal and thought silently for half a minute, then carefully decided to reveal some information. He left the matter of the Horcrux vague and said that he still needed to investigate the information about the dark magic items from the crown, but was currently at a stalemate.

Melvin analyzed it based on his own speculation.

Perhaps it was because Voldemort in the crown was more cunning and was familiar with Dumbledore's face. The headmaster tried role-playing to obtain some information, but the crown quickly realized that Dumbledore was fishing or really influenced, so he was very defensive and no longer revealed the core information of the Horcrux.

The principal and the crown are now at a stalemate.

"I plan to talk to Ms. Grey again. If there's no progress, I'll find good weather to destroy it."

Dumbledore's tone was calm and indifferent.

……

"Oatmeal, please! Pickled herrings, please!"

Harry was sitting in the middle of the Gryffindor table, his voice cheerful and his appetite thriving. No points were deducted, no detentions were given, yesterday's trouble was over, and except for the Whomping Willow, no one had been hurt.

He was praised by his classmates last night and felt that he was a bit cool.

Ron, who was standing next to him, was also in a good mood, smiling broadly as he added food to his plate: "Butter bread, one portion!"

"Mushroom soup, please!"

“Chicken and ham sandwich…”

Harry and Ron stopped at the same time, looked at each other, and their faces gradually turned pale: "Ugh..."

The roommates and classmates around them burst into loud laughter. They all knew about the two guys' stupid behavior. According to Simo, the two guys went home last night, lay in bed humming for a long time and couldn't fall asleep, almost suffering from insomnia.

While they were having fun, an owl postman flew into the auditorium through the skylight, bringing letters and packages from outside the school.

There are also roaring letters filled with maternal love.

Chapter 122 Riddle, My Best Friend

nine in the morning.

Muggle Studies classroom, sixth grade advanced class.

Everyone here is a student who has passed the ordinary wizard registration examination. If their grades are good and there are no major changes, these students will basically be able to obtain subject certificates in two years.

Melvin has looked at the data from the Examination Authority in previous years and preliminarily estimated that the number of people who obtain subject certificates will probably triple. The British Ministry of Magic and related British businesses will not be able to absorb so many professional talents. These students will go to other countries and gain a competitive advantage with their subject certificates, squeezing out the jobs of graduates from other magic schools.

The issues involved in this process are too complicated to be sorted out in a short period of time.

“The chapter on household appliances is fundamental.

“What’s more important is communication and language.

"We mentioned this before the exam last year. We had to analyze problems with Muggle thinking, become familiar with Muggle language, and try to abandon the magical thinking paradigm and adopt a Muggle perspective. That was before you even started learning magic."

This is a test review class.

The unified examination papers are collected by the Examination Administration Bureau and will not be returned to students after grading. However, professors usually have backups and copy them to distribute to students. Explaining the examination questions after a summer vacation can be regarded as a review before the end of the semester to help students get into the right state.

After Melvin's rote learning and the tactic of doing a lot of exercises, these students achieved very good results. The wrong questions were basically caused by negligence, so there was not much value in explaining them. The explanation was finished in less than half an hour.

Melvin felt a little unsatisfied. Looking at the laughing faces, he felt that it did not help to change the students' state of mind.

Melvin pondered for a moment, folding his Muggle Studies papers while looking over the class, his thoughts wandering.

The review of the test papers is over, but I haven’t prepared the content for the new semester yet, so there is nothing much to talk about all of a sudden.

We can't end the get out of class an hour and a half early, Professor McGonagall will go crazy.

Percy Weasley, sitting in the front row, watched the professor collect his papers. He folded his own and placed it in a manila briefcase. As a student with excellent study habits, he kept his notes organized. This briefcase was specifically for storing his Ordinary Wizarding Level Examination papers.

Melvin looked at the OWLs logo and his eyes lit up. "Well... we've finished the Muggle Studies exam. Since we have nothing else to do, let's move on to the Transfiguration exam."

"??"

The whole class looked up, confused.

Melvin nodded slightly to Percy, conveying the professor's will to the good student.

Percy's mind was a little confused, but his body had already accepted the professor's instructions. He unconsciously found the Transfiguration test paper and handed it over.

"You and Penelope share a copy."

Melvin took the test paper, flipped through it casually, and tapped the desk. "Come, let's look at the first question on Transfiguration. Which of the following does not conform to Gamp's law of transfiguration? A. Water turns into wine, B. A branch turns into a quill, C. A table turns into two deer, and D. A flock of birds appears out of thin air."

"Is this question testing the Law of Transfiguration? No, it's the five exceptions to the Law of Transfiguration. Let's look at option A first. Some students think of food when they see wine, and they remember the first exception to the Law of Transfiguration, which states that Transfiguration cannot create food out of thin air. But they chose option A."

"But is this done out of thin air? This is made with pure water, so option A is ruled out... so the correct answer is C."

The sixth grade students felt a little awkward, but Professor Lewynter's classes were always unique, and after a few multiple-choice questions, they got used to it.

After listening carefully, I found that Professor Lewinter’s lecture on transfiguration was also very good.

It's a different style from Professor McGonagall, quite fresh.

……

It just so happened that the second period of sixth grade was the Transfiguration class.

Professor McGonagall, wearing black-framed glasses, walked into the classroom. She first counted the number of students in the advanced class according to normal procedures, and then talked about the precautions for the sixth grade, which was very consistent with the identity of the vice-principal.

"Don't think you can relax now that the Ordinary Wizarding Level Examinations are over. Sixth grade is the most crucial year. There are still two years until the final wizarding exams. I hope you won't slack off."

Professor McGonagall pushed up her glasses and unfolded the test paper. "Now let's talk about the questions from last semester."

"..."

The little wizards below looked at each other in confusion.

As the professor's good helper, Percy silently raised his hand and said in a complicated tone, "Professor McGonagall, Professor Lewynter has already covered the Transfiguration paper."

"??"

Professor McGonagall's face was suddenly filled with question marks.

……

Melvin knew nothing about this at the moment. He was standing on the podium of the third-year Muggle Studies special classroom, looking down at the new classroom which had nearly tripled in size.

The young wizards who had just entered the third grade sat in their seats, looking around with expectant smiles on their faces. The four academies were taking classes at the same time, which was an unprecedented experience and full of freshness.

"Everyone, remember this seat. If anyone wants to change, please let me know!"

"..."

"Once you've changed seats, they won't change. You'll be sitting here from now on. Come, starting from the first seat on the left, introduce yourselves."

"..."

As soon as the words fell, there was another burst of chatter in the classroom.

Everyone here has heard of the self-introduction game in last year's Muggle Studies class. Everyone paid full attention and was determined to remember the classmates whose faces were unfamiliar and whose names they couldn't recognize.

A cute girl with a black ponytail stood up and said softly, "I'm Qiu Zhang, from Ravenclaw. I chose Muggle Studies because I heard it was a very interesting course..."

The girl sat down and there was applause in the classroom. As a rare oriental face, Qiu Zhang was gentle and helpful, and was very popular among her peers.

The second blonde girl stood up, looking somewhat arrogant: "Marietta Edgemore, Ravenclaw College, Qiu's roommate..."

The feedback after the introduction was not enthusiastic, even a little cold, and Marietta snorted impatiently.

The self-introductions in the classroom gradually got on track. Some people spoke concisely and in a cold tone, while others were cheerful and lively, adding content to deepen the impression.

The whole process was almost a replay of the previous sorting ceremony, except that they had just entered Hogwarts two years ago and were so nervous that they didn't pay any attention to their surroundings. Two years later, calling out the names of their classmates again felt new and subtle.

The third-grade students sitting in this classroom have been studying and getting along with each other for two years, and have taken many courses together. Even if they are not familiar with each other, they still have a general understanding of their faces and personalities. The main thing is to match their images with their names, which is a little difficult.

Immediate memory is always a wonderful thing, and the students who were asked the questions felt it deeply.

I clearly heard someone's self-introduction more than ten minutes ago, and I recited a few sentences in my mind. I even had the scene in my mind. I remembered his college, hobbies, and even the name of his roommate, but I couldn't remember the person's own name.

It seemed like it was right on the tip of my tongue, but I just couldn't say it.

Moreover, Professor Lewinter, who had a bad taste, deliberately picked out students who gave brief self-introductions and had unclear facial features for random questioning.

The students were so anxious that they scratched their heads, wailed and roared, and finally, under the jeers of their classmates, they had to go on stage to show their talents.

……

When the bell rang, the students were still immersed in the joy of the game. Melvin stood up and walked out. His quick movements to end the get out of class were even faster than those of the students.

Then came Lockhart.