Hogwarts: This professor is too Muggle

Dumbledore's secret operation succeeded, his plan went smoothly, and he was all smiles.

Quirrell buried his head, observing Potter quietly, his lips moving slightly, as if he was talking to himself.

The most interesting one was Snape. His eyes had been fixed on Potter, but perhaps he noticed Quirrell was also observing him, so he immediately turned his head and whispered a warning.

"You'd better behave yourself. Don't think no one notices you..."

"I don't understand you, Professor Snape."

"..."

Melvin looked at the auditorium which was gradually becoming lively, and couldn't help feeling a little emotional. Someone was designing a savior training plan, someone met the child of an old friend, and someone was planning the Philosopher's Stone. A wonderful drama was about to begin.

Suddenly he felt a little weird. Although he was studying in Ilvermorny, he was more familiar with Hogwarts Castle.

Well, now that things have come to this, let’s eat first.

……

"Well……"

Hagrid threw the last piece of chocolate mousse into his mouth. No new food appeared on the plate, and the sound of metal knives and forks colliding gradually stopped.

"Cough cough..."

Dumbledore cleared his throat, his bright blue eyes swept around, and the hall returned to silence: "Now that everyone has eaten and drunk enough, I want to say a few more words to everyone.

"First, let us welcome Professor Lewynter, who will be teaching Muggle Studies."

Warm applause broke out in the auditorium. The students generally welcomed the young and handsome professor, especially the little witches in their third year and above who had chosen to take Muggle Studies. They clapped particularly enthusiastically.

"And Professor Quirrell has volunteered to take the Defence Against the Dark Arts vacancy."

There was no applause this time; it was scattered and sparse. Professor Quirrell had not left a good impression on him before.

“At the beginning of the new semester, I would like to give you a few points to keep in mind:

"Firstly, the wooded area on the school grounds is off-limits to all students. Mr. Filch, the caretaker, has asked me to remind everyone not to cast spells in the corridors during breaks. Quidditch tryouts will take place next week... and finally—"

Dumbledore raised his voice. "I must tell everyone that anyone who does not wish to suffer an accident or a painful death should not enter the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor."

Melvin always felt that he was not talking about precautions, but saying:

The mission clues have been updated, please go to the destination to check in time.

Chapter 13 First Lesson

The party ended and it was almost late at night.

The castle did not quiet down immediately.

After returning to school after two months, the students were in high spirits and restless on the way back to the common room. The boys gathered together to laugh and play, and the girls gathered in a group to chat and chatter about the interesting things that happened during the holidays.

The ghosts drilled from one side of the wall to the other, from one set of armor to another. In fact, it was all the same to them and they didn't feel anything. However, the screams of the little wizards gave them great encouragement.

Only after Professor McGonagall called out twice did the students behave themselves.

Melvin didn't feel much and returned to his room early. The castle walls were well soundproofed and the noise disappeared as soon as the door was closed.

He washed up briefly in the bathroom, changed into his summer pajamas, put on slippers, and sat down behind the desk.

Open the envelope you just received and read it quietly.

The written letter from the Wizarding Examinations Authority was written by Madam Marchbanks. It was a bit long, but the main points were clearly organized and the details were appropriate. It had five pages of parchment in total, and the first four pages were all about scientific questions:

Does the universe have boundaries?

Can the damaged atmosphere be repaired with magic?

Why are whales not fish, and bats not birds...

Some of these questions were from Mrs. Marchbanks, and there were also questions from many other wizards in the Administration. It seemed that the encyclopedia craze was still continuing.

The last two pages are the main text.

"...Also, remember to record your course content, organize it, and send it to the Administration regularly. The committee will re-plan the exam syllabus based on the teaching content."

According to Mrs. Marchbank's plan, the fifth and seventh grades, which are about to take the exam, will remain unchanged and will still be tested on the content of previous years. The other third, fourth and sixth grades will be taught according to his plan and will face the new exams next year.

I didn’t expect that wizard professors in magic schools also have to write teaching records.

He replied to each question one by one, saying that he would mail the lesson plans regularly every month, and at the end of the letter he recommended some books, which were no longer children's encyclopedias, but popular science books for teenagers.

I folded the letter and put it in an envelope, planning to mail it out tomorrow. Then I took out a blank piece of letter paper and thought about where to start writing.

The second letter was to be sent to Knockturn Alley. The business deal I had agreed to last time had not been completed, and the map of wizarding villages around Britain had not been received yet. I was writing to urge them to do so, and to inform them that the delivery address had changed and would now be sent to the Hogsmeade Owl Post Office.

You definitely can't receive it at Hogwarts, that would be no different from directly revealing your identity.

Finally he took out the class schedule Professor McGonagall had given him.

I have a class with him tomorrow morning, and it seems to be for third grade students.

……

Hogwarts is a magical castle, and this magic emanates from every corner of the school.

The magic of the Transfiguration classroom lies in Professor McGonagall waving her wand and transforming desks into fat, grunting pigs. The magic of the portraits lies in the wizards and witches who wander freely across the room and whisper to each other while clinging to the walls. The magic of the brick walls lies in the ever-shifting staircases and doors that move at any moment, making it easy to get lost. There are also ghosts that come and go, students practicing magic, and house-elves hiding in corners.

Freshmen and newly joined professors all find it new, other teachers and students have already adapted to it, and few wizards realize that this wonder has lasted for thousands of years without any obvious changes.

Such magic lacks novelty and change, and has long revealed many backward aspects.

Melvin walked on the shifting defensive stone stairs, gradually figuring out the pattern of its changes, and the novelty in his heart was gradually fading.

Other freshmen had similar experiences.

"Don't think no one noticed you!"

He heard a low voice that sounded slightly familiar. He stopped at the corner of the staircase, leaned out half of his body and looked around quietly, and found that Snape and Quirrell were confronting each other.

"You're keeping an eye on that boy, right?"

"I... I don't... no..." Quirrell stuttered. He didn't know if it was the sequelae of Voldemort occupying his brain, but his severe stuttering was caused by it.

"You don't admit it?"

"I don't...know...you..." Quirrell tried to speak clearly.

"Don't know what I mean?"

"I didn't know you were watching him too."

"..."

Snape stared coldly into his eyes, suspecting he had done it on purpose, as his last sentence was particularly fluent.

Melvin pursed his lips, unable to completely suppress his laughter, and let out a short breath, which immediately attracted the attention of the two people, and they turned their heads to look at him at the same time.

"cough……"

Melvin calmly walked around the corner and said, "Excuse me, where is the Muggle Studies classroom? I'm not very familiar with the castle environment yet."

Snape gave him a cold look, turned around and walked downstairs without saying a word.

Quirrell did point him in the direction, stumbling but more fluently than before: "It's... on this floor. Turn right in front, and it's the... the third room."

"Thank you so much."

Melvin smiled and thanked him, watching his figure gradually disappear into the distance.

Snape is really not friendly at all, look at Professor Quirrell.

The former Muggle Studies professor gave clear directions, and Melvin walked down the corridor, turned right at the corner, and found his classroom smoothly.

A few minutes before class, the third graders were almost all present, chatting and talking. The boys were mainly discussing why the fourth-floor corridor had suddenly been blocked off, while the girls were discussing his clothes from the previous night and the information he had published in the newspaper.

Melvin stopped and listened for half a minute, distinguishing the colleges from their conversation and recognizing several representative faces.

"Ding dong..."

The bell rang and the classroom suddenly became quiet. Melvin pushed the door open and walked into the classroom.

The professor still wore Muggle clothes, a pine green suit jacket paired with a jet black shirt, the notched lapels were naturally rolled up, the blended fabric draped naturally, the lines were not sharp, the fabric was soft but maintained a slightly wide version, the pleats were gentle, giving him a casual and comfortable outstanding temperament.

Many little witches' eyes lit up at this.

The boys also noticed that the professor seemed quite handsome.

"Melvin...Levent..."

The students followed the chalk with their eyes, watching the lime shavings outline the professor's name, and unconsciously muttered it to themselves.

This method is really unremarkable. You should know that when Professor McGonagall introduced herself, she simply deformed the entire blackboard, Professor Flitwick used magical glow to outline it, and even Professor Sprout of Herbology once used the branches of poisonous tentacles to spell out her last name.

What?, someone asked Professor Snape?

He didn't bother to introduce himself.

The professor's opening was a bit Muggle.

Melvin wrote his name on the blackboard and casually dropped the chalk on the table. "I believe many of you have already seen my name in your school notices, and perhaps even read about me in the Daily Prophet. Considering that some students don't read newspapers, they may have many questions about this change in course content..."

"Now, you have five minutes to raise your hands and ask questions."

The little wizard's eyes lit up.

It was always the professors who asked them questions and guided them to understand the relevant course information, but this was the first time a professor allowed them to ask questions.

There is a sense of equal dialogue.

The novel teaching method immediately piqued their interest, and even the new professor became much closer to them.

Swish!

A female student was the first to react. She raised her right hand and answered the first question as expected.

"The girl in the second row."

"Professor, are you really from Ilvermorny?"

"No question of value, but yes."

"..."

"The boy next to you, ask."