Hogwarts: This professor is too Muggle

“I am only responsible for the preliminary selection; the final members still need to be approved by Professor Lewinter.

“I’m very sorry, but the interview questions cannot be disclosed at this time.

"Besides, I don't like chocolate frogs."

Before the selection interview began, Marietta had rejected her classmates so many times that she had memorized all the excuses. Her tone was flat and rigid, like an emotionless dialogue machine.

Qiu, who was standing next to her, couldn't help but laugh when she saw her handling the situation skillfully. She jokingly said, "It's unbelievable. Little Kitty Mary has matured. She looks like Professor McGonagall."

Marietta sighed, "I hope this job will end soon and Professor Lewinter will let me go."

"I think you're doing quite well."

The two walked into the Muggle Studies classroom side by side.

Standing in front of the podium, she faced the gazes of those waiting long in the wings. Many of them were familiar faces, including her own classmates. Cedric from Hufflepuff sat in the front row, his smile so warm and so handsome. Percy from Gryffindor nodded at her, no one doubting he would become a prominent figure in the Ministry of Magic someday. Marcus from Slytherin, however, had a sinister expression...

In the past, she would silently watch these people's heroic performances from the audience, but now the two sides have switched seats.

Marietta felt her calves trembling and her breathing trembling. She took a deep breath and controlled her trembling voice:

"Drama Club auditions begin now!"

Chapter 136 Try it again

A greenhouse next to the site.

Melvin, wearing tan dragon-hide gloves and a gardener's hat, turned the compost with a small shovel.

Last week's late-night trip to the secret room had some twists and turns, but the final result was good. It was the first time to come into contact with the basilisk, and they became friends after a fight. In the end, the two sides reached a cooperation intention. He was responsible for feeding the food, and the basilisk was responsible for helping with the hatching. They both have a bright future.

He held the shovel and kept pushing hard to stir the fermenting compost evenly. The hot steam hit his face and the smell was a bit irritating to the eyes.

The main ingredient is imported dried dragon dung, mixed with some waste from boiled potions and a whole turkey. It is said to be a fine fertilizer that Mandrake likes. The extra part is just used for snake tree cuttings.

Professor Sprout was busy nearby, his body covered in mud, his round cheeks grinning, gentle and kind.

This short and fat witch has the gentle and diligent personality of a gardener. She has unkempt flowing gray hair and wears a thick hat full of patches. Whenever you pass by the site, you can always see her busy in the greenhouse.

From Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall to ordinary students, many people were conscripted by her.

Melvin originally planned to go to the Forbidden Forest to ask Hagrid for some fresh prey to take back to feed the basilisk. Seeing Professor Sprout busy, he stopped by to say a few words, but was recruited to handle the compost.

"I wonder if those branches will sprout after we plant them," Professor Sprout grumbled. "The last time I did something this time-consuming and laborious was when we transplanted the Whomping Willow. Speaking of that willow makes me angry. It got hit by that flying car, and it's already bald before the snow even fell this year."

"It will grow out next year." Melvin responded without raising his head. He thought this kind of work was quite interesting. Occasionally, he would fiddle with it and feel the freshness of playing in the mud.

The smell was a bit pungent. Melvin snapped his fingers and cast a bubble head spell on himself and Sprout, and their breathing immediately became much smoother.

Professor Sprout sniffed and said with a smile, "Originally, Neville had agreed to help me stir the fertilizer, but he suddenly told me that he had to take care of your drama club. It just so happened that you came to replace him. Coincidentally, this fertilizer is also used to cultivate snake trees."

"Longbottom, that kid has always had a bit of an inferiority complex. I taught him the Summoning Charm last time, and he's gotten better since he changed his wand. He usually greets me when he sees me, but he still doesn't dare to hold his head high and speak loudly."

Melvin paused. "So, let him do the drama club work this time. Let him interact with other people more and speak louder."

"It's much better now. Second graders are like this when they see their professor."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a burst of hurried footsteps approaching.

"Professor Lewynter! Professor Sprout!"

Harry, Ron, and Hermione ran quickly towards the greenhouse, seemingly wanting to rush in directly, but when they smelled the scent of fertilizer, they immediately stopped and clung to the greenhouse door, only three heads sticking out, three pairs of eyes rolling around.

Melvin was speechless and gave the professor next to him a look.

Sprout also smiled helplessly. Just as he finished saying that the second graders were shy, these brave Gryffindors came.

"It's almost dinner time. Why are you three running out instead of staying in the castle?" asked Professor Sprout.

"Let's go find Hagrid and ask him about Myrtle and see if there are any new clues," Harry replied.

The three of them had been asking around about this matter for a while now. The professor from back then had also asked about it. Sprout wasn't surprised. Students, after all, should always do what young people do. The professor just needed to remind them appropriately: "So many Aurors and Dumbledore couldn't find it back then. What new clues can you find?"

Ron was immediately dissatisfied: "We are going to ask Ba Wu——"

Harry and Hermione were quick to cover his mouth and one of them held down his struggling hand.

"Hehe..." Hermione forced a good student smile, "We plan to ask Hagrid again. We'll have dinner in the cabin. Make sure to be back before lights out. Goodbye, Professor."

"..."

Harry and Hermione dragged the suffocating Ron away.

Professor Sprout frowned slightly. He had originally thought of it as a detective game for his students, but seeing the three people's evasive behavior, he became a little worried. He looked at the young professor hesitantly: "Melvin, they..."

"I just happened to have something to do with Hagrid, so I'll go over and take a look." Melvin shoveled the turned fertilizer into the soil, and after finishing these things, he took off his gloves slowly.

"Don't take any risks with them."

Sprout warned earnestly that this was also a young wizard.

……

Hagrid was on patrol last night discussing the techniques of digging out beehives with the centaurs, and he didn't come back until late at night. This morning, taking advantage of the good weather, he dragged Firenze to dig out the beehive, and got a few big bumps on his face and a big jar of honey.

I ate a few pieces of rock cakes at noon, boiled a pot of ointment to apply on my face, and planned to grill meat with honey and drink two cups in the evening.

He was currently trying to recover from alcohol, and instead of drinking Firewhisky, he was drinking Three Broomsticks Butterbeer, the non-alcoholic kind that was only for students.

"Ugh……"

Butterbeer is delicious, but it's tasteless.

Hagrid applied the ointment with a grimace, grabbed Fang and started to beat him up. Listening to the puppy howling, the pain on his face and the mental annoyance were immediately relieved a lot.

"Bang bang bang!"

There was a rapid knock on the door, followed by Harry's voice: "Hagrid! Hagrid! Open the door! We're here to play with you!"

"..."

Hagrid felt the big bump from the bee sting start to hurt again, and his head also ached slightly. "Stop knocking. I don't want to talk about what happened in the past with you. Go back."

There was silence outside for a few seconds, and then there was a stronger knock on the door. This time it was Hermione who knocked on the door: "We are not talking about what happened in the past, we just want to play with you! It's the weekend soon, remember?"

"..."

Of course I remember. Two weeks ago, Hermione said the same thing. Then she got herself drunk during dinner and coaxed him into telling her about what happened that year. She cried so much that her eyes were swollen and she had a sore throat the next day.

Hagrid frowned and pulled the lump on his face, causing the pain to increase slightly.

He yelled in frustration, "I'm not in the mood to play right now! I got stung by a bee and I'm not feeling well!"

This time the three did not knock on the door. They just heard the little witch chant "Aho Aloud", the copper lock clicked, and the door was pushed open.

The three of them rushed to his side, looked at the bee sting with concern, and chattered about his health.

"Are you okay? Is it serious?"

This is Harry, and there is some sincerity in his tone and expression.

"You're an old hunter, how come you got stung by a bee? You don't even know how to wear a gauze hat. I'll ask my mom to knit you one for Christmas."

This is Ron, sounding like he's trying to stifle a laugh.

"You didn't make this ointment right. You added too much water. Normally it should be thick, but yours is too watery."

This is Hermione, and it's a headache to pronounce.

Hagrid took a deep breath, stretched out his strong long arms to push them away, glared at the three of them with a fierce expression: "What on earth do you three want to do? What should you say and what shouldn't you say? You got me drunk last time and got it out of me. What do you want to do now?"

Hermione felt guilty when she heard that. She put her hands behind her back and her eyes moved around, looking at the furnishings in the room and then at the tips of her shoes.

Harry observed his expression, sighed, and said to him earnestly, "Hagrid, we are investigating the truth of Myrtle's murder in order to appeal for you. Don't you want to restore your reputation?"

"This isn't something you kids should worry about."

"Okay, okay, if you don't want to tell us, we won't ask."

"Really?"

"Really, we came here because it's the weekend, and we wanted to hang out with you and hear you tell us about the latest happenings in the Forbidden Forest."

"I do not believe."

"Why wouldn't you believe it? I have a Quidditch match tomorrow and I want you to cheer me on."

Speaking of Quidditch, these words became believable at once. Hagrid gradually relaxed his guard, asked a few people to sit down, lit a fire, took out the honey he had dug in the morning, and prepared barbecue while chatting.

He didn't even touch Butterbeer anymore, just water, safe and reliable.

Hagrid took two bites, then stood up and walked towards the cupboard. "Wait a minute, I'll bake two rock cakes for Fang to grind his teeth."

Hermione secretly watched his movements, took out her wand, pointed it at the kettle beside her, and whispered: [Rabbit eyes gliding, harp playing, clear water turning into fine wine]

"..."

Harry and Ron stood on either side, blocking Fang's view.

Hagrid came back and threw two hard stones into the fire. He took a bite of the barbecue, picked up the kettle and took a sip. He smacked his lips and looked puzzled. "Why does it taste wrong?"

"Maybe the barbecue is too salty."

"is it?"

"Would you like to try again?"

“I still feel like it doesn’t taste right.”

"Drink a few more sips..."

"Hiccup~"

Hagrid couldn't remember the rest.

……

The sun sank into the hills behind the castle and the sky gradually darkened.

Melvin was on his way to Hagrid's hut, and was delayed a little by helping Professor Trelawney turn the fertilizer, but in less than half an hour, Hermione and the others shouldn't get into any serious trouble.

I don’t know how their investigation is going. I’ll find a chance to ask them later.

Speed ​​up the process appropriately so that they can reveal the truth before the Christmas holidays, and let Harry act as a translator at that time.

Now he entered the secret room to feed the basilisk, and could only communicate with it by guessing. He couldn't even ask about the hatching progress, and the way the basilisk looked at him made him feel like he was looking at some stupid creature.