Hogwarts: This professor is too Muggle

The chubby second grader sighed: "What should I do?"

……

"Qiu! What should I do?"

In the Ravenclaw girls' dormitory, Marietta clung to Qiu Zhang's shoulders, covering her face and sobbing, her golden curly hair spread out.

Qiu Zhang and several roommates sat around the four-poster bed. They were all third-year students. They were not ugly, but not as pretty as Qiu Zhang. They had freckles and acne on their cheeks.

"Professor Lewinter's test is too difficult. What should I do? I'm going to mess it up!"

Listening to Marietta's complaints, several people looked helpless. They patted her shoulders to comfort her and gave her advice.

"Don't cry, aren't we trying to help you find a solution?"

"Woooo..."

"The prefects have more experience than us with this kind of work assigned by the professor. Should we go find Prefect Clearwater?"

"Woooo..."

"Ask your classmates and friends. Maybe someone's family is in a related industry. You can ask them for their experience."

"Woooo..."

"And the ghosts at school. Nearly Headless Nick rehearses a play and opera every year, acting out the harrowing story of his beheading."

"Woo——"

"Stop crying!" Qiu Zhang saw that her snot was about to flow onto her pajamas. He helped her up and put his hands on her shoulders. His eyes were gentle but firm. "We are all trying to help you find a solution. What's the point of crying all the time? Can crying really make the play come true? You are the person in charge assigned by Professor Lewinter. Make a choice quickly. Who should we go to first?"

Marietta sniffed and wanted to ask Qiu Zhang to help make the decision, but when she met his eyes, she lowered her head slightly and said, "Prefect Krivat, please."

The group set off slowly.

……

Penelope and Percy, both experienced prefects, quickly helped the two to sort out their thoughts and come up with a plan. However, a plan on paper was just a plan on paper; the actual implementation still depended on the two of them.

The next morning, the auditorium.

Marietta was anxious until late at night, munching on bread listlessly, her head dizzy. Sometimes she saw Professor Lewinter's slightly solemn face, and sometimes she saw her roommates giving advice.

Neville came to the Ravenclaw table with pumpkin oatmeal and sat down. While searching his pockets, he asked casually, "Marietta, have you come up with a solution?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt that he was being stared at by a resentful gaze. Looking at the dark circles under Marietta's eyes, he was silent for a moment and took out two pieces of parchment from his pocket.

One was the command he memorized, and the other was the advice given to him by his superior.

"Percy told me that we were rehearsing a play, not reorganizing the drama club, so there wasn't much pressure."

In fact, Percy meant the exact opposite. He said that this play would be the first to be performed on screen, facing the eyes of wizards all over Britain and even the world.

"Let's start with the preliminary preparations. The first step is to prepare the script. You can choose an old script to adapt, or you can write a new one." Neville looked at her and inexplicably felt that his words were a bit cruel. "You are the person in charge, and I need you to make the decision."

She has to make the decision again, she always has to make the decision!

Marietta opened her mouth and stammered, "Our prefect said... I can recruit some helpers and seek professional help first."

"Our prefect has also mentioned this." Neville nodded and moved his eyes to the next item on the list. "We have to plan first. We have to recruit helpers according to their roles. There are script writing, prop making, stage design, actors..."

Marietta's expression gradually became numb.

……

There are no classes on weekends, so the impact of teaching videos is not obvious.

In addition, since it was a basic spell, there was no significant change in the students and professors in a short period of time, and their understanding of the teaching video was not intuitive. However, in the past two days, many Gryffindor students had watched the Shadow Mirror teaching video.

On Monday morning, the first period was the transformation class for the second grade.

Professor McGonagall stood in front of the podium, explaining and demonstrating live transfiguration, which involves turning a small animal into a common object in life. No living characteristics can remain, and the animal will not be harmed after it recovers from the transformation.

"There's a beetle in the box on your desk. In this class, we're going to practice turning the beetle into a button, like this..."

Professor McGonagall held the beetle and slowly waved her wand so that the children could see the spell casting process clearly.

In front of the whole class, the beetle trembled and turned into a button, the spots became the button pattern, and the joints between the six legs turned into small holes.

Professor McGonagall walked around the classroom, making sure every student had a close look at the spellcasting process, and she was pleased to see that many Gryffindor students were looking and paying attention to the hand movements rather than just staring at the beetle.

Professor McGonagall was very pleased: "Start practicing on your own from now on. If you have any questions, please raise your hand at any time."

The young wizards began to torture the beetles, using their wands as their torture instruments.

Professor McGonagall walked around the classroom holding an iron box, which was half filled with teaching aids. According to her previous experience, when encountering new content of Transfiguration for the first time, usually only Miss Granger could master it quickly.

In the first ten minutes, many beetles will be killed, some will be stabbed to death, and some will be burned to death.

A certain Mr. Finnigan alone consumed several of them.

Sure enough, after a while there was a crackling sound, and the internal organs and intestines stuck to the desk, scaring the little witch to scream.

Professor McGonagall put the beetles back on them, reminded them to be careful about the casting distance, and continued to walk around the classroom, slowly pacing towards the Gryffindor area.

As she approached with light steps, she was surprised to find that Mr. Finnigan's beetle was still alive and kicking. Not only had it not been burned to charcoal, but it showed signs of successful transformation. The carapace on its back had almost turned into buttons, leaving only six legs dangling around.

Looking around, I saw similar scenes in front of many Lion Academy students around. Hermione and Harry already had buttons on their desks, and they were thinking about adding some patterns to the buttons.

Professor McGonagall asked in surprise, "How did you do that?"

"what?"

The two were stunned. The professor asked them about Transfiguration. Was it a random test in class? How should they answer?

After a brief exchange between the two sides, Professor McGonagall learned about the teaching video. After watching Melvin's explanation, these students understood the importance of hand movements and subconsciously paid attention to the casting movements during class.

The spells for second graders are relatively simple, with more than a dozen movements to be broken down and combined. The teaching videos are repeated every time and are so detailed that they are almost boring.

While the other students only knew that the tip of the wand had to move along a fixed trajectory, the Gryffindor students had already paid attention to the curvature of the wrist, the finger posture and even the arm swing, so of course they learned faster.

At this moment, Seamus in the front row suddenly raised his wand and cheered, "I did it! I did it!"

boom!

A red light rose from the button and it began to spontaneously combust.

……

"These basic standard postures are very helpful for beginners. Just like when we hold a pen, children who are just beginning to learn to read and write can write more correctly if they use standard postures.

"But as you get older, become more skilled, and write more, there's no standard pen-holding posture anymore; what's most important is to find one that suits you.

"Some are right-handed, some are left-handed, some like to hold their wands tightly, some like to hold them up. Different wizards have different habits..."

Melvin said to Professor Flitwick beside him as he walked down the corridor on the third floor.

It happened to be the morning break, and the corridors were full of little wizards chasing and playing. Wherever the two professors walked, the place became quiet.

As the Charms professor, Flitwick was the first to notice the changes in his students. He learned from the students that the changes were brought about by Melvin, so he left the get out of class five minutes early and waited at the door of the Muggle Studies classroom, discussing with him with great interest.

Professor Flitwick's eyes lit up. "So, can we also record detailed lectures for other subjects and show them after class, like after-school tutoring?"

"There's no dangerous base spell that can do that."

"I mentioned this to Professor McGonagall during lunch. Each college should be equipped with a small shadow mirror, and each subject should record a batch of teaching videos!"

"No need to record it specifically. Memorizing the lecture content is enough." Melvin paused. "By the way, Professor, could you give me a copy of your memories of Hagrid's incident decades ago?"

"What do you want this for?"

"..."

The voices of the two professors gradually faded away, and the students nearby gradually relaxed.

Harry and Hermione in the back also breathed a sigh of relief and made thankful expressions. Ron looked at them strangely: "Professor Lewynter is not an old bat, why do you look like that?"

"I'm worried about him asking about the paper."

Harry sighed, feeling rather melancholy. "I copied everything I could find, and it's still less than ten inches long. It's all your fault, Hermione. Why did you make it so long?"

Hermione was even more indignant: "I haven't even blamed you for the shortness of your paper! I only wrote an overview and it's already three inches over."

"It's all your fault!"

"it was all your fault!"

"..."

Ron listened to the two people arguing and couldn't get a word in.

A thesis is not a good thing, but two of his friends have it, but he doesn't. He always feels unhappy and a little uncomfortable.

He gripped his wand and suggested quietly, "We don't have classes later, and there's still some time before lunch. Let's find a place to watch a teaching video."

ten minutes later.

The three of them came to the shore of Black Lake and found a quiet and secluded place. There were not many classmates around at this time, which was very suitable for watching videos and studying.

Hermione stirred the silver mist with her wand, and before the picture appeared, the sound came out.

"There are no scars or signs of poisoning on the body. The one who killed Myrtle definitely wasn't an underage Acromantula, nor was it that kind-hearted child, Rubeus! Principal Dippet, we can't expel him until the truth is revealed!"

"Albus, I understand your thoughts, but this is the decision of the Ministry of Magic. Privately raising an acromantula is indeed a serious violation of school regulations."

"It's cruel to break a child's wand."

"..."

Chapter 132 Detective Game

After listening to a series of conversations, the three of them soon saw the scene displayed in the mirror.

A group of professors sat in an environment very similar to the side hall of the auditorium, but the furnishings were slightly different. Candlelight flickered on the crystal chandeliers, and various gold, silver and bronze objects shone with metallic luster. There was a round table in the center of the room, and adult wizards dressed as professors sat around it.

Harry looked at the wizard sitting in the main seat. The person sitting there was not Dumbledore with silver hair and beard, but a skinny and shriveled old wizard with only a few strands of white hair on his bald head. He was wearing an old-fashioned black wizard robe. He had no strength to speak and looked old and weak.

He had been to the principal's office several times, where portraits of past principals hung on the walls. The portraits were blurrier than the real images and had been appropriately beautified, but their image characteristics were very prominent, allowing Harry to recognize them at a glance.

"It's Principal Armando Dippet!" he exclaimed.

"The former headmaster of Hogwarts, he had a very good reputation during his tenure, but died of dragon pox in 1971 at the age of 334." Hermione quickly recalled the records in the school history and looked aside, somewhat incredulously. "That person next to him is... a young Dumbledore!"

Harry and Ron's eyes moved to the wizard next to the main seat. He was tall and slender, with a reddish-brown beard and hair that had not yet turned completely white. He wore half-moon glasses on his hooked nose, and behind the lenses were his iconic blue eyes, bright and gentle.

The meeting scene in the mirror continues, and this time the voices of the conversation can be matched with specific people.