Hogwarts: This professor is too Muggle

After leaving the office, Harry and Hermione were still thinking about the length of the paper, their heads were fuzzy. They walked back to the common room holding the mirror, and heard the noisy commotion, slowly coming back to their senses.

Dean and Seamus were playing Gobstones, their robes stained with smelly liquid. Captain Wood stood next to the table Quidditch board, explaining the tactics to the others with a serious face.

Seeing the two people walk into the portrait hole, Ron appeared from somewhere and stared at the mirror with shining eyes. "Merlin, I've only seen this thing in the tavern, and Old Tom won't let us get close!"

"It was shown in the school hall as well," Hermione corrected sternly.

Ron helped move the shadow mirror. As he stroked and examined it, he asked, "Why did Professor Lewinter give you the shadow mirror?"

"For practicing spells," Harry explained weakly.

"What spell? What did you study today?"

Hermione shook her head, glanced at the paper in her hand, which was only a little over three inches long, and sighed sadly.

Harry felt even more melancholy, as the paper in his hand was a full 14 inches long.

"Why are you sighing? Is today's spell difficult?" Ron was puzzled and helped move the shadow mirror to the corner.

"Isn't it just a paper? You can finish it if you take your time."

After listening to the content of tonight's tutoring, he couldn't wait to put the shadow mirror away, propped it up with a few soft pillows, pointed his wand at the mirror and began to stir: "Let's take a look at the shadow mirror first..."

Harry and Hermione concentrated and prepared to learn the spells.

A melodious and soothing music played.

The screen lit up, and a title appeared: "Second Year Defense Against the Dark Arts: Basic Spellcasting"

The picture was very rough, with white text on a blue background, the text was thick and bold, and there were snowflakes flashing on it, just like a TV program with poor signal.

Then, a wizard in a wizard robe appeared, his face unclear. With slow, mechanical movements, a rough, deep male voice began to explain: "The first step is to check the wand. The condition of the wand has a significant impact on the outcome of the spell, so checking the wand is a crucial step in casting..."

The voice was loud and deep, with a rigid teaching tone, the background noise of the current was slightly harsh, and the wording was old-fashioned as if it was from the last century, but it was surprisingly catchy.

Every movement seemed deliberately stiff, like an actor in a stage play, revealing a subtle feeling.

"..."

The three of them looked at each other in bewilderment. This instructional video was detailed and specific, yet crude and simple, conveying a simple and pure feeling to the viewers.

If you don’t know, you might think it was recorded by Professor Binns during his lifetime.

The image quality is extremely blurry, like it was shot with an early film camera. After multiple transcription and copying, the image quality has been severely lost. It is full of snow noise, color distortion, blurred edges, and occasionally flickering and ripple interference.

It makes people watch the video with full attention.

"Hold the wand tightly. First, pinch the end of the wand with your right index finger, middle finger, and thumb. Slowly knead and rotate it to transfer a small amount of magic power..."

The first half hour was all about the lasso spell that we learned last week. There were many trivial details, but it didn't feel boring.

Hermione leaned back on the sofa with a feeling of unsatisfied feeling. She had already mastered the spells, and recalling the explanation just now, she unexpectedly gained new insights.

"Instructional video, pure instructional video..."

So detailed!

From the intonation of spells and the transition between emphasis to the inspection of wands, the casting movements and the arc of arm swings, it is extremely detailed.

Hermione's previous experience of self-studying spells told her that this kind of teaching was aimed at lower-grade students with weak basics. Any student could be guaranteed to cast the spell successfully as long as they followed the steps in the teaching video.

Stir the light mist again, and the picture flows.

Hermione watched it carefully several times, rubbing her eyes to take a break in the middle, and found that there was a circle of people around her. She didn't know when the classmates came over, and they looked very focused, even more serious than in normal class.

……

The stars and the moon were moving in the deep blue night sky, and a few rays of bright silver light slanted into the window. Across a low table, Neville from Gryffindor, Marietta from Ravenclaw, and Professor Lewynter sat opposite each other.

Neville has grown a lot taller, but is still a little fat.

Marietta had reddish-blonde curly hair, regular features that could even be considered pretty, and a few freckles that were in line with the local aesthetic.

The two students were still wearing their school uniforms, white shirts and black robes, with only the tie colors being slightly different.

Marietta hung her head, feeling a little flustered because her familiar roommate was not around. She didn't understand why the professor suddenly called her over.

"Pumpkin juice or hot cocoa?" Melvin asked, holding the teapot from which both pumpkin juice and hot cocoa were poured.

"Pumpkin juice will be fine." Neville raised his hand and answered. He was a little nervous, but not panicked. He knew that Professor Lewinter was a good professor.

Marietta repeated softly, "Pumpkin juice."

"Sorry, we're out of pumpkin juice. Let's choose again. Hot cocoa or butterbeer?" Melvin looked at Marietta. "You choose first."

"I also can."

"Give me a clear answer." Melvin's voice was calm, but his gaze was so oppressive that Marietta dared not look him in the eye.

Marietta shuddered. "Hot cocoa, please."

"Are you sure?" Melvin's tone became more severe.

"So... Butterbeer?" Marietta winced.

"You're even weaker than I thought..." Melvin poured her a glass of pumpkin juice and said to himself, "Don't worry. Your mother asked you to come here to tutor you. Professor Lockhart and I attended a dinner party a few days ago and happened to meet Mrs. Edgecombe. We discussed your education and reached some cooperation."

"Tuition?" Marietta breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you, Professor. I will study hard."

"The original plan was to give you tutoring, but you were too weak and didn't pass my test." Melvin took a sip of pumpkin juice and said coldly, "Your grades are average and your talent is average. Even with tutoring, you can't catch up with the best students. I don't want to waste my time on you."

Marietta's shoulders began to tremble as she listened to the professor's blunt and almost cruel comments. She lowered her head to hide her red eyes, stammering without saying a word.

Neville blinked, looked at Marietta, then looked at the professor, hesitant to speak, with a conflicted expression.

"But considering Mrs. Aikman's cooperation with me, I can give you another chance." Melvin handed over two professor's notes, one for each person.

Marietta was a little overwhelmed by the strange contract-style document. It contained a statement of authorization, and she did not quite understand the detailed terms, but she still signed it with Neville.

Now she was sitting in the Muggle Studies office, and the professor in front of her was the one her mother had appointed for her, and she had no reason to refuse.

Melvin put away the two documents and said, "You may have heard of the Magic Mirror Club. We have been committed to exploring new forms and content of magical art and promoting it to the world. Drama and images are interconnected, so I plan to restart the drama club in school.

"Due to some unexpected events, the original drama club has been closed for decades. I need to rehearse a wonderful play and convince the principal and all the teachers and students. Your task is to write the script for me, recruit actors, and organize rehearsals and performances. Do you understand?"

Marietta nodded subconsciously. She didn't really understand, and nodded purely in response to the professor's question.

"Okay, Marietta Edgemore, from now on you are the person in charge." Melvin decisively decided and turned to look at the other young wizard, "Neville, you will assist as an assistant."

The professor's voice echoed in Marietta's head. She really couldn't understand why the professor would let her be responsible for such an important matter.

"what?!"

Neville opened his mouth wide, as if struck by a spell. If Leif jumped into his mouth at this moment, he would not spit it out.

"No accidents, no failures allowed. Report progress to me regularly every Wednesday. Do you understand?"

Both of them were very taciturn. They hesitated for a long time but could not say anything to refuse or refute, so they could only nod and agree.

They were called to the office in a daze, took on the task assigned by the professor in a daze, and left in a daze. When they walked out of the office, both of them felt dizzy.

As they walked, Marietta suddenly wailed, covering her face with her hands and trembling: "What...what should I do? I'm going to mess this up. Mom...and the professor, they'll be disappointed."

Neville watched her sobbing softly and scratched his head in distress.

Chapter 131 Clues in the Image

Gryffindor Tower.

The common room was so quiet that Neville felt a little uneasy.

It was Sunday night, and the weekend homework was almost finished. It should have been a time of noise and revelry, especially on the eve of lights out. Instead of hearing the screams and shouts of Gobstones and Wizard Chess, the lounge was silent and the lights were dim, which made Neville walk lightly.

After entering the portrait cave, he took the password list with him and slowly explored inside.

"Could this be a prank by George and Fred..."

Neville muttered to himself. He had just walked out of the cave and had not taken a few steps when a group of squatting figures appeared in front of him. They all gathered in the middle of the room, the tall ones sitting outside and the short ones sitting inside. The silver light of the mirror illuminated their faces. They all looked focused, not even blinking, and making gestures with their hands. They were more serious than in class.

"Second-year basic spells lesson, lesson 17, show me the way..."

It was clearly just a simple elementary spell, but the senior students were watching it with great interest. Occasionally, they would hear details that they had not noticed before and would imitate them themselves. The class leader Percy was even taking notes.

Neville quietly went over and sat down, lowering his voice: "Prefect... why are you studying too?"

"what?"

"Why are you studying too?"

"Professor Lewinter's teaching is detailed and specific. Many of the explanations of basic spellcasting movements are also very helpful for other subjects." Percy stared intently, imitating the wand-holding posture in the video with his hands, practicing repeatedly.

In the past, I never paid attention to the details of these movements. It was just like holding a pen to write or eating with a spoon. It was pretty much the same as long as it could achieve the purpose. Who would care how many fingers were used or whether the little finger was raised or tightened?

Even Professor Flitwick, who taught the most detailed lessons, would only mention specific gripping movements when explaining a few extremely difficult spells after they entered the senior grades, and let them practice accordingly.

Now when I watch Professor Lewinter's teaching, I suddenly find that many simple and basic spells, combined with the posture of holding the wand, can achieve better effects and faster casting speed.

"That's it..."

Neville didn't really understand, so he decided to go back to the dormitory to ask Harry for advice that night, as he had more important things to do now.

He sat quietly waiting and watched the teaching video for half an hour. When Harry and Hermione put away the mirror and left, and the candlelight illuminated the lounge again, Neville stopped Percy who was about to leave and asked sincerely:

"Prefect, Professor Lewynter asked me and Ravenclaw's Marietta Edgemore to help rebuild the drama club. I don't know how to do it. Do you have any suggestions?"

This kind of thing is different from homework and spell practice. Harry and Hermione can't help. The only person Neville can think of is the prefect Percy.

"..."

Percy stared at him in silence for a few seconds, his eyes complicated and inexplicably envious.

The professor is actually willing to hand over such an important matter to a second-year student?

This kind of complex student work can help one develop abilities other than magic. If the drama club is successfully rebuilt, it will be an honor to be proud of after graduation.

Neville stared at him blankly, waiting for the prefect's advice.

Percy patted his shoulder, sat down on the sofa next to him, and asked, "Do you know what this means?"

Neville shook his head.

"Did you see the video just now? That was Professor Lewynter's work, as well as last year's Quidditch and the movie... If my prediction is correct, the drama club will also be put on film and enter the vision of thousands of wizards."

Percy sat up straight, his expression serious. "This isn't the Hogwarts Drama Club. This is the drama club of the entire British wizarding world."

Neville had a sad face, his brows and shoulders drooped under the weight of every word he heard. These words seemed heavier than a giant squid, and he now understood a little bit how Marietta felt.