Hogwarts: This professor is too Muggle

The size of the eight-eyed giant spider is just right, a circle larger than the basilisk's head, with a lot of foldable space, as if it was born to be food for the basilisk. It is stuffed into the mouth, pressed hard, and then crawled into the digestive tract.

The shell made a crackling sound when it broke. Although Melvin had never tasted it, he had heard from others that this kind of food with high protein content basically tasted like chicken.

"Click..."

The basilisk swallowed another giant acromantula and looked lazily in the direction of the statue, narrowing its eyes slightly, its bright yellow gaze locked on the young wizard.

It wasn't actually certain whether the wizard was the heir of Slytherin.

In the past, wizards who opened the Chamber of Secrets would communicate in Parseltongue, essentially giving it direct commands to leave the chamber and act according to their wishes. In reality, Slytherin kept it in the chamber simply to guard it. He didn't instruct it to follow the heir's orders, nor did he instruct it to kill any students. It simply agreed to cooperate because of its Parseltongue.

The wizard didn't speak Parseltongue, but the branch he brought had the owner's magic, and it was willing to cooperate.

Melvin had already circled the statue, lightly touched his robe, and rode the whirlwind he summoned out of thin air to the head of the statue and floated into the dark mouth.

As the basilisk's lair, the inner stone walls have been worn smooth by scales over the past thousand years. Stone chips and unknown dust are mixed together, and there is a strong and lingering smell.

But that's about it.

Melvin wandered around the lair twice and found nothing else. He didn't know whether Slytherin left no relics or Voldemort had taken all the relics away.

"After all, he's not the legitimate heir..."

Melvin shook his head, turned around and floated out of the statue's mouth, glancing at the basilisk below that had just had its full meal.

With more than a dozen giant spiders stuffed in, the snake's abdomen swelled up and became more than half as thick as the surrounding trunk. It turned from a strong snake into a fat snake, lying lazily on the ground, and it was difficult to move.

The basilisk sensed his contempt, turned over, and ignored it.

……

Hermione slowly opened her eyes, and saw a blurry, pure white in front of her. Her head was still a little dizzy, as if she had stayed up too late on Christmas Eve and slept too long the next day, and her body and consciousness did not match after waking up.

Feeling light and airy, with slow thinking and lazy body.

She used to not believe in heaven or the afterlife, but after coming to Hogwarts and coming into contact with ghosts, she changed her mind.

"Is this what a ghost feels like?"

The little witch was a little dazed. Thinking of Nick who was almost headless, she subconsciously wanted to touch her neck.

I touched it, it was intact and still had body temperature.

"I'm alive?"

Hermione's consciousness gradually regained, and her vision became clear. She was lying in the ward of the school infirmary. The dim morning light shone through the glass window, and the smell of herbs lingered in her mouth and nose.

She propped herself up and leaned against the headboard, looking at her limbs and torso. Apart from muscle soreness and minor abrasions, she had no other injuries.

"Do you feel fear now?"

Just as Hermione was stunned, Madam Pomfrey pushed the door open with a stern face and a stern tone.

"Aren't we surrounded by giant acromantula?" Hermione recalled the situation before she fell into a coma and asked the school doctor in panic, "Where is Professor Lewinter? He and we——"

"Melvin should be punished too! He's a professor, and yet he's fooling around with his students..."

Madam Pomfrey interrupted her questioning, twisted her arm to examine it, opened her eyes and pinched her fingers, leaving Hermione no room to resist. "I really don't understand what young people are thinking these days. Doing such a ridiculous thing with students. What do you mean by teaching you a lesson? If it were me, I should have caught you and put you in detention from the beginning. You Gryffindors..."

"Teach us a lesson..." Hermione said softly.

In fact, she had this guess in her mind. The professor was captured to teach them a lesson. Later, the battle became more and more intense, until the eight-eyed giant spider surrounded them and the professor did not appear, so she gave up this idea.

Now that I think about it, it's exactly what Professor Lewinter would do.

Hermione pursed her lips, twitched the corners of her mouth, and smiled silently.

"Open your mouth!"

Just as she was rejoicing that she had survived, Madam Pomfrey pinched her cheeks, pried open her mouth, and drank a bottle of blue potion.

There was a strong mint smell, and even a hint of slug, something she'd smelled before in Potions class! It was bitter and cold, and the little witch shuddered, her face wrinkled tightly.

"Keep quiet. I'll come back to check in half an hour. If there's nothing wrong, you can be discharged."

"Ok."

Hermione nodded obediently and watched Madam Pomfrey leave. Seeing her two friends lying beside her, she suddenly remembered whether there was a Quidditch match today.

……

Hogwarts Library.

Melvin searched for books related to black magic in the restricted section and found a lot.

Tom Riddle's teaching tends to be practical, mainly talking about how to practice and use black magic. The magic book focuses on the principles of magic and soul resonance, exploring the cruel thoughts when practicing black magic, and the impact of long-term casting on personality. Combined with the understanding of psychological knowledge, the understanding of black magic is deepened a lot.

Melvin can now easily cast magic like the Unforgivable Curse.

However, there was still no progress in the Dark Mark. This magic involved the cognition of one's own soul and the souls of others, which was more complicated than expected. He tried to adjust and modify the functional areas of the outer shell, but even drastic additions and deletions could not affect the core.

Holding a large book analyzing Helbo's black magic, I sat down by the window and heard cheers coming from the direction of the stadium in the distance. It seemed that the game had reached a critical moment.

In order to avoid Professor McGonagall's disdain, Melvin chose to miss the game.

I wonder if Harry has been discharged from the hospital?

He vaguely remembered that this game was rigged by a house-elf, and with the help of a certain incompetent professor, if Harry participated in the competition, he would still spend the night in the school infirmary.

Melvin shook his head and chuckled, turning the pages of the book and immersing himself in the world of dark magic.

After an unknown amount of time, Melvin noticed someone sitting down next to him. He looked up, a little surprised: "Hermione? Why are you here? Is the game over?"

Hermione had a complicated expression. "The Bludger was tampered with and lost control, hitting Harry. Professor Lockhart rushed to help, but he miscast the spell and ripped out Harry's hand bones."

"Is that so? Do you want to talk to me about something?"

Melvin answered as he turned another page.

Hermione unconsciously glanced at the page and saw that it was a record about a dark wizard. The last sentence read: After the despicable Herpo hatched the basilisk, he was exposed to dark magic for many years. His mental state was very unstable and his soul might have been torn apart.

Hermione didn't care and asked in a low voice: "Professor, you deliberately made us face the Acromantula, right?"

Melvin hummed, "Let you put into practice what you learned in the remedial class."

"Did you know from the beginning that asking Aragog would be fruitless?" Hermione looked up and stared at the professor's expression. In fact, she wanted to ask the professor if he knew the truth about Myrtle's death.

Is their investigation also an adventure arranged by the professor?

"I guessed a little."

Melvin nodded. "After all, the Acromantula is a beast. Unlike centaurs and unicorns, it's difficult for beasts to become friends with wizards. Even when Hagrid was wrongly expelled, the spider didn't stand up and point out the real murderer, let alone you little wizards."

"Yeah……"

Hermione was still a little unwilling to give up, so she asked a few more questions to test the waters. However, as a second-year student, she was still too immature in front of the professor, and in the end she didn't get the answer she wanted, so she had no choice but to leave.

Melvin watched the little witch go away, then looked down at the records in the book and fell into deep thought.

Is there any connection between the soul contained in the Horcrux and the soul imprinted in the mark?

Chapter 140: Dialogue with Ghost

"We won! Harry, we won!"

"You flew so well, catching the Snitch at the last moment."

"You didn't see Malfoy's expression. He looked like he wanted to kill someone."

"..."

A clean and tidy hospital bed was placed in the middle of the infirmary ward. The Quidditch teammates surrounding the bed had not had time to change out of their robes. Their faces were flushed by the gold and red cloaks. There were also Ron, Seamus, Dean and others.

George and Fred brought candy and pumpkin juice and were planning a happy celebration party.

First-year Colin could only stand on the periphery. More than a dozen people crowded the narrow ward, holding cameras bigger than their heads, capturing the smiles on their faces and taking a picture of Madam Pomfrey's livid face at the door.

Madam Pomfrey, the school nurse, had just gone out to prepare some medicine. When she came back with the bone spirit on the silver tray, she couldn't squeeze in.

"Merlin, are you going to rip the ceiling off the infirmary?"

Madam Pomfrey roared, "Get out! Everyone out! The child needs to rest. He has 33 bones to grow!"

In this room, the school doctor's power is greater than that of the headmaster. Even Professor McGonagall has to give way. A group of students put down their candies and pumpkin juice and left the ward in shame.

"That's outrageous! He was just discharged from the hospital this morning, and he's back again just a few hours ago. What's wrong with young wizards these days? In my opinion, Quidditch should be cancelled. This sport is too dangerous. Minerva and the others didn't know how to take proper precautions..."

Madam Pomfrey muttered to herself as she poured a bottle of Bone Spirit into his mouth. The liquid seemed to burn, spicy and hot, choking Harry and making him cough repeatedly. He drank half a cup of pumpkin juice in one breath before he felt better.

"Get some rest. Growing bones is not pleasant." Madam Pomfrey finished the examination, packed up the tray and left. "I'll be outside. Call me if you need anything."

In a blink of an eye, Harry was the only one left in the ward. He lay on the bed and looked at the ceiling quietly. He thought that Madam Pomfrey was right. It was really uncomfortable to have bones. His arms were soft and weak, and the slightest movement would cause a knife-like pain.

"Damn it, who cast the spell on the Bludger?"

This morning's game was very tense. Due to Slytherin's aggressive tactics, the Bludger was tampered with, causing them to fall behind in the early stages. The situation on the field was not optimistic at the time. He was eager to end the game and ignored everything. In the end, when he caught the Golden Snitch, he was knocked off his broom by the Bludger.

Malfoy threatened to fight him fairly before the game, so it shouldn't have been him.

Who else will it be?

Slytherin players don't seem to be good people.

With such resentment in his heart, Harry gradually fell into a deep sleep.

"what!"

Harry sat up suddenly, thinking it was the pain in his arm that woke him.

The dim night light shone into the ward, making it blurry and unclear. My arms felt as if they were being pricked by needles, and the room was so quiet that I could hear my pounding heartbeat.

Then he felt someone gently wiping his forehead with a wet cloth in the dark.

Harry asked dazedly, "Is that Madam Pomfrey?"

"What's wrong?" a slightly shrill voice replied.

"It's okay, I had a dream..." Harry answered subconsciously. He felt his throat a little dry and a layer of cold sweat on his body. He took the cup handed to him by the figure in the dark and gulped down half of it. When he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he found that the figure next to him was very strange.

"Who are you?" Harry quickly recognized the mysterious visitor and shouted, "Dobby!"

With a snap of fingers, the light at the head of the bed in the ward came on, illuminating the face of the house-elf.

Its body shape is similar to that of the goblins in Gringotts, only about two to three feet tall, but it is thinner, with gray-green skin that has a pale and wrinkled texture. Compared to its thin and short body, its head appears too large, with two round green eyes that are particularly prominent. Its nose is long and sharp, like a woodpecker's beak, and its ears are shaped like bat wings, large and thin, and look a bit funny when they flutter slightly.

During the summer vacation, it was it that broke into the Dursleys' house and caused Uncle Vernon to lock him up. If it weren't for Ron and the others' help, he might still be imprisoned now.