Hogwarts: This professor is too Muggle

Melvin simply picked up the quill and calmly wrote a name in the diary: "Tom Marvolo Riddle"

Without waiting for the diary to reply, he wrote below: "I AM Voldemort"

The cover of the diary suddenly vibrated, the paper trembled and rustled, and dense ink marks were about to emerge.

boom--

Melvin closed the diary, temporarily disconnecting from his pen pal, shook his head, and smiled as he sealed it in a separate wooden box.

Let Riddle dwell on his internal struggles in his diary.

……

As time gradually approached November, the weather began to turn cooler.

A week after taking on the task of rehearsing the play, Neville had adapted to Marietta's slow and weak work style, made appropriate changes, and soon made substantial progress.

Preparing the script and recruiting personnel are two tasks that are carried out separately.

Neville took the initiative to take over the task of preparing the script, and often found opportunities to consult Nearly Headless Nick in his spare time. This ghost had performed hundreds of shows at Hogwarts, and it had to be admitted that he was a professional. Within a week, he persuaded Neville to rehearse an original script, a great drama that shocked the entire school.

Collecting true stories and adapting them, adding multiple styles such as pantomime, drama and opera, it sounds amazing.

Marietta's main task was to recruit new members. Such a large crew could not have only two people, so her roommate Qiu Zhang and several familiar classmates became the first group members, but this was not enough. At the suggestion of the class monitor, they posted a recruitment notice on the bulletin board.

"Professor Levent plans to relaunch the Drama Club. If you're interested in joining, please contact Ravenclaw Marietta Edgemore."

……

Lunch time, auditorium.

The two friends were discussing Hagrid. Ron, with a roasted chicken leg in his mouth, quietly moved over to George and Fred. While they were playing around, he stole two porcelain plates containing limited-supply fruit pudding.

The food in the school kitchen is made by house-elves and prepared in advance according to the needs of teachers and students. There are plenty of main dishes such as steak and bread, but desserts are in limited supply.

George and Fred were still playing around, completely unaware, until Ron tiptoed back to his seat.

Next door was the Hufflepuff table. Seamus and his friends were on good terms with them and chatted with them during the meal. In addition to Justin and Hannah, there was also the cocky Ernie MacMillan who was always pestering Ginny to chat.

But Ron didn't hear Ernie's voice today. Maybe he ate too quickly and choked in the school hospital.

He hid the two pieces of fruit pudding and continued to enjoy his roast chicken leg.

Several Hufflepuffs came over from the back, some of them sitting next to Justin. The cocky Ernie came back and grumbled to his friends, "I don't know what Professor Levent was thinking, entrusting such an important task to Edgecombe."

Justin was curious: "What's wrong?"

"They posted the recruitment notice themselves. We went to Aikemo to sign up, but she was hesitant and couldn't explain the process clearly."

"And then? How was it resolved?"

Ernie curled his lips. "Qiu Zhang saw that she was about to cry, so she asked us to come back and prepare the application forms. The interview will be held in the Muggle Studies classroom on Friday afternoon."

Ron grinned and laughed to himself. Arrogant Ernie deserved to be humiliated. It was his fault for always pestering Ginny.

Justin then asked, "Are you still going to participate?"

"Why not?"

Seamus suddenly became curious. He, Dean and Justin were all active students. They were involved in various organizations, such as the Wizarding Chess Association, the Gobstones Club, and Colin's newly established Harry Potter Fan Club. However, they were not that interested in the drama club. He didn't understand why Ernie was so active?

He turned his head and asked, "Do you like drama? Why didn't I see that before?"

"do not like."

"Then why are you in such a hurry to join?"

Ernie raised his chin and snorted disdainfully, "You guys don't understand, right? Who's the drama club's advisor?"

"The notice said it was Professor Lewinter..." Hannah beside him looked a little confused. "What's wrong?"

"Have you heard of Professor Lewinter's Magic Mirror Club?"

Everyone around him had thoughtful expressions. Several thoughts flashed through Ron's mind. Justin quickly realized what was happening and exclaimed in surprise, "You mean the drama club won't just perform at school, but will also be showing its faces nationwide through the lens of a movie?"

"Oh!"

The people who were listening were suddenly amazed, and now everyone was interested.

While tasting the fruit pudding he had received from his brother, Ron secretly planned to go back and fill out a registration form.

After swallowing two mouthfuls of pudding, he suddenly opened his eyes wide, turned around and patted Harry's shoulder quickly.

Harry and Hermione turned to look at him, confused.

Ron was anxious and opened his mouth to let out a barking sound.

……

In just a few days, the news of the drama club's restart became the hottest topic in the school. Students spread the word that the drama club was a stage built by Professor Lewinter, not only for the school's teachers and students, but also for wizards across the country and even the world.

Whether you are an actor or do other jobs, you have the possibility of becoming famous in the wizarding world, just like Harry and others last year.

Marietta and Neville are two lucky guys, but they are obviously incompetent, dull and slow, and walk and talk slowly. It is obvious that they can only do some insignificant jobs. Everyone has witnessed the process of recruiting new employees, and the screenwriter job can only be deceived by ghosts.

Many young wizards have high hopes that as long as they, who are talented, join the drama club and are noticed by Professor Lewynter, they will soon be able to appear on the screen.

Marietta actually knew what these people were thinking. She didn't feel angry or uneasy at all. She even thought it was a good idea. It would be best to let interested and capable classmates take over so that she could follow their instructions and do some simple and mindless work.

This is how she spent the first fourteen years of her life. She studied when her mother asked her to, and learned etiquette when her mother asked her to. Her mother didn't like brightly colored clothes, so her dressing style was steady and dignified.

This is all good, her parents won't harm her.

After entering Hogwarts, study and life became easier. Everyone wore similar uniforms, and her roommates and classmates took similar classes and practiced similar magic. She just had to follow Qiu Zhang and the others and do the same things.

This is also good. Qiu Zhang has excellent grades and a kind and gentle personality. She will not harm herself.

Forget Quidditch, most of the students are not Quidditch players.

Forget about the drama club, most of the students are not chosen to be the leaders.

Marietta took a deep breath, holding a thick stack of registration forms, and knocked on the office door. "Professor Lewynter, I'm here to report on the progress of the drama rehearsal."

"Come in." A calm voice came from inside.

Marietta pushed open the door and walked in holding the registration form. She saw Professor Lewinter, who was busy correcting papers. He had black hair and black eyes, a tall figure, and a brown vest over a white shirt. He looked young and handsome.

It would be perfect if it didn't make things difficult for people.

Melvin raised his head and chuckled softly, "Now that the timid feeling in you has faded, it's right to put pressure on you. When something is weighing on you, you will feel suffocated if you stay where you are. Only by moving forward can you feel at ease.

“When you can move forward on your own without being pushed by others or being swayed by their will, you have truly grown.”

Marietta didn't know how to answer. She didn't sit down. She put down the application form stiffly and slowly pushed it over. "Professor, these are the people who signed up to join the crew and will join the drama club in the future. Please decide which ones to recruit and which ones to eliminate."

Melvin placed the quill in the inkwell and shook his head gently. "I've appointed you as the person in charge. You should be fully responsible for these matters. I will only be checking in on the progress during the weekly Wednesday reports and will not interfere in any way."

Marietta was stunned for a moment: "But Professor... I..."

Melvin changed the subject: "Do you know why your mother made a deal with me?"

Marietta shook her head. She wrote home to ask, but her mother's reply was vague.

"In the entire Ministry of Magic, the Traffic Management Department is just a department at the bottom of the list. It is not taken seriously and is completely inferior to the Law Enforcement Department and the International Affairs Department..."

Melvin lowered his head and gathered the fourth-year papers. He didn't mark them with a pen, but simply straightened them out. "Your mother is only a mid-level official, unwilling to curry favor with the business community. The Aikmer family doesn't have much power either, so your mother had to work extremely hard to perfection in exchange for even a tiny bit of credit."

Marietta stood there, listening silently to the professor's judgment.

"If nothing unexpected happens, she won't be able to get the position of director before you graduate. Even after decades of hard work, it's uncertain whether she can even get a seat on the Wizengamot." Melvin casually flipped through a few pages of the application form without any intention of examining it carefully. "When I proposed a deal to her, I promised her wealth, position, and power, but she didn't agree."

"..."

Marietta was silent.

Her mother was like that. Whether at work or in life, she always strictly followed certain rules, with standards that were almost harsh. She was also used to her mother's personality and habits, and tried not to violate the rules she set and follow her guidance.

No need to think, no need to worry.

"Until I mentioned your name."

Melvin stared at the rather pretty witch. "I told her she brought her work habits into her family life. Her domineering style has oppressed your personality, leading to your current state. Then she agreed to my deal. Wealth and power are unimportant. I just hope I can help you grow up normally."

Marietta stood there in shock, watching the professor push the registration form back to her.

"The process of rebuilding the drama club is also the process of reshaping you. This is not only my idea, but also your mother's expectation."

"..."

Marietta stood at the table for a long time. When she came to her senses, she saw that the professor was still marking the fourth-year papers. She silently took back the registration form and quietly left.

……

It's the weekend again, in the Muggle Studies office.

Melvin was checking the cram school papers. Harry and Hermione exchanged arguments, trying to describe the battle in each other's style. The content of the papers, combined with the expressions of the two, was particularly interesting.

Harry's expression was numb. He had tried his best to enlarge the font within the limit on the fourteen-inch paper, but still managed to cram in nearly ten duel cases. Not to mention the analysis of fighting styles, just the copying work almost made his hands cramp.

Hermione looked frustrated. In the three-inch article, there was no case analysis and no reference material. In order to make the logic smooth and the structure complete, she had to delete most of the content. This feeling was extremely uncomfortable.

"We'll talk about the paper later." Melvin put the paper aside. "How's your investigation going on Hagrid?"

Hermione's eyes were still glued to the paper, reluctantly.

"Don't mention it! Hagrid is hiding from us now, and Professor Flitwick said he's quitting drinking," Harry muttered. "We went to the bathroom to ask about Myrtle's murder, and all she said was that she saw two yellow lantern-like eyes and then lost consciousness. We were about to ask more questions, but we nearly got soaked by the toilet."

He showed an expression of lingering fear.

Hermione added, "I found Tom Riddle's Special Contribution Trophy in the trophy display room. There's no other clue. It completely disappeared after graduation."

She pursed her lips and secretly looked at the professor's expression.

She always suspected that the video had something to do with Professor Lewinter.

Chapter 134 Entering the Secret Chamber

The truth behind Myrtle's murder fifty years ago could not be uncovered even by the combined efforts of the Ministry of Magic's Aurors and the school's professors, not to mention the detective team of three students, Harry, Ron, and Hermione. What they did had been done by someone else back then, and in a more detailed and specific way.

If they had any advantage, it was their unconditional trust in Hagrid.

Melvin nodded pretentiously, indicating that he was aware of the progress of the investigation, and then gave a few words of encouragement before turning the topic back to the paper on wizard battles.

Is it true that the professor didn't know?

Hermione muttered as she listened silently.