Hogwarts: This professor is too Muggle

As the Bloody Baron approached, the Grey Lady immediately floated up, and her illusory figure passed through the stone wall and disappeared into the Deathday party.

The bloodstained ghost sighed, and the gloomy atmosphere around him became even heavier. He did not chase after him as usual, but whispered a few words to Melvin and entrusted the research to Ms. Ravenclaw.

After finishing speaking, Barrow asked in confusion, "Professor Lewinter, does the world after death really exist?"

A thousand years have passed, but he still remembers that Lady Ravenclaw, lying on her sickbed, asked him to bring Helena back. Such a great witch, even if she couldn't cure the disease, could at least delay death. But she didn't even wait for him to come back, and the mother and daughter didn't even have time to say goodbye.

It is such a heartbreaking pity that Ms. Ravenclaw did not leave behind a ghost.

So many legendary wizards with extraordinary talents chose to go to the afterlife calmly, which made him a little suspicious.

If ghosts are really just magical creations that inherit the memories of wizards, then have the real wizard souls already gone away, and have Helena and Ms. Ravenclaw reunited in that world?

"You shouldn't ask me this question. You're the one who's experienced death. You should have your own answer."

Melvin patiently replied, "It's said that ghosts are the souls of the dead who are unwilling to return. They linger in the world out of fear of death, but Mr. Barrow is clearly not one who fears death. You know best why you're staying at Hogwarts."

Barrow and the other ghosts in the classroom fell into deep thought.

Many of them are not really afraid of death. They have been ghosts for so long that they have almost forgotten the reasons why they refused to accept death in the first place.

Regret, unwillingness, attachment... have all dissipated in the long river of time.

Melvin looked up at the dazed, blood-stained ghost and paused. "But I can answer this question. The afterlife is real. Wizards who die of natural causes will pass through a transit station called the Misty Illusion. By following this illusion, they can reach the afterlife."

Barrow's empty eyes flashed with a silver light: "How should we go?"

"Wizards can reach it through death, but how ghosts get there... I can't tell you." Melvin's tone was also filled with uncertainty. "Perhaps you don't need to look for it, and you can't find it. The Misty Realm isn't a real place. You should find your own way."

"My own path..."

The Bloody Baron repeated in a whisper as his figure drifted away, passing through the wall and disappearing quietly.

The other ghosts repeated this sentence and rushed towards the young professor.

The three young wizards watched silently from the side, watching them talk and answer questions. The ghosts were mainly asking about the existence of the afterlife and the hazy illusion. The professor could not give any answer, but only said that he had seen a record of ancient wizards in a book in the library, but he could not remember the name of the book.

Melvin occasionally took the reins. Since wizards didn't have a detailed and specific definition of the soul, he first explained the Muggle understanding of it: "The Muggle philosopher Plato believed that the soul is divided into three parts, responsible for reason, passion, and desire. Reason corresponds to wisdom, responsible for thinking, decision-making, and the pursuit of truth."

"Sounds like the spirit of Ravenclaw," said a ghost from Eagle House.

Melvin nodded. "Passion involves emotion, honor, and courage."

"It's a bit like a combination of the Gryffindor and Slytherin spirits," said Nick.

“Desire drives basic needs, eating and sleeping, enjoying music, appreciating beautiful things.”

"You could consider it a Hufflepuff personality."

Melvin patiently explained, then raised a question: "Although ghosts inherit their memories from their previous lives, they cannot learn new magic or knowledge. They have abandoned wisdom. The long years have washed away their passion and changed their personalities. Some ghosts even become paranoid and irritable. As for your past preferences, you have lost your senses such as taste and touch. Are your current preferences the same as before?"

"If you were given another chance to be sorted into a house, which house do you think you would be sorted into?

"Do you really still have the soul you once had?"

Most ghosts were unable to answer and could only fall silent.

This was the quiet scene they saw when the headless hunters rode their ghost horses through the stone wall and galloped in.

The ghosts in the room stared at each other in confusion, standing there, looking at the things on the table with complicated and incomprehensible expressions. They wanted to get closer but hesitated. The musicians looked at the musical saws in their hands with strange and terrifying sounds, with a look of melancholy and nostalgia.

Patrick leaned over and heard one of them murmur, "When we were alive, we played the violin..."

Even Nick, the host of this death anniversary and a keen participant in the team, stood there in a daze, staring at the words spelled out in tar icing on the cake.

Sir Nicholas Deminsey Porpington

Died on October 1492, 10

……

Ten p.m.

Melvin said goodbye to Nick and returned to the auditorium. The Halloween dinner was not over yet, and he even caught the last fruit pudding.

Because tomorrow was the weekend and there were no classes, Dumbledore suggested delaying lights-out a bit. The Vice-Headmaster had a few too many drinks tonight, and Professor McGonagall, looking slightly tipsy, remained silent. The students continued to make noise until midnight, then returned to the common room under the guidance of the prefects of each house.

Melvin followed at the end of the Ravenclaw group.

He caused a bit of a stir, calmed down the anxious Marietta, asked about the drama club's latest developments, and talked with the students in the Muggle Studies class about their papers. Suddenly, the number of young wizards surrounding him decreased a lot.

The Ravenclaw common room is located in a tower outside the castle. To enter the common room, one must correctly answer a logic riddle given by an eagle-shaped bronze door knocker. This is a rule set by Ravenclaw herself, who believes it is safer than some specific words.

Ravenclaw students all believe that they have extraordinary intelligence, but occasionally some students cannot answer the question, and at this time they can only sneak in behind other students.

But this is very shameful behavior.

Except for Professor Flitwick, other professors seldom visited the Ravenclaw common room, so naturally they were rarely seen solving the difficult problem of the bronze door knocker. The young wizards were all looking forward to Professor Lewynter's performance later, and it would be even better if they were stumped.

When they arrived in front of the circular arch, the young wizards stopped and looked silently at the young professor at the end of the team.

Melvin found it a little funny looking at these expectant little faces. There were many familiar faces among them, such as Penelope, Roger, Qiu, and even Marietta, who never dared to look him in the eye, was secretly looking at him.

It seems that I have to wait until the holidays to find out about Ravenclaw's research.

But he didn't turn away.

"It's all here..."

Melvin stood in front of the archway and knocked on the bronze knocker.

Only an indifferent female voice was heard: "I exist in everyone's heart, but no one can monopolize me. The bigger I am, the more I share with others, and the more I grow. What am I?"

Melvin paused for a few seconds and said, "Knowledge."

With a click, the archway opened.

Melvin stopped at the door of the lounge without stepping in. When he was about to make way for the passage, he heard the students behind him cheering. After a moment's thought, he took out a piece of parchment from his pocket, tapped it with his wand, and stuck it on the door.

After the professor left, the Ravenclaw students couldn't wait to gather around and saw a puzzle left on it:

"Theseus is a ship that gradually degraded over time. To keep it sailing properly, sailors constantly replaced the ship's planks, masts, ropes, and other parts, until eventually all the original parts were replaced by new ones. The question is, is this ship, with all its parts replaced, still the original Theseus? If not, at what point did it lose its original identity?"

……

"Mount my steed and charge!"

"Goodbye, my comrades!"

"If you need a noble heart and muscles of steel, remember to call me Sir Cadogan!"

In the Muggle Studies classroom, the drama club was rehearsing. After considering the life experiences of ghosts and portraits from across the school, they chose the story of Sir Cadogan, as it would best convey their unwavering courage.

"Everyone says that I only became a Knight of the Round Table thanks to Merlin's connections! But my courage will prove that I earned this knighthood myself! Wyvern, you fire-breathing beast, prepare to die! Here I come! My heart burns with a fearless fighting spirit!

"Oh my god, what a disaster! My wand, made of blackthorn wood, with a core made of a giant's beard, nine inches long, was burned to ashes by your flames! And you swallowed my steed in one gulp!

“Even though my armor is torn, my lance is broken, my wand is burned, and my horse is gone, I will never retreat!

"Come on, little ponies grazing on the roadside, let's charge towards that evil two-legged dragon together!"

"..."

Marietta and Neville stood outside, watching the performance which was already going well, feeling a sense of accomplishment and a little proud on their faces.

"I think it's time to report to the professor. What do you think, Neville?"

"Ok!"

They saved all of this up bit by bit, without relying on any professors at all!

At this moment, a figure pushed the door open outside the classroom.

Even before I got close, the drama club students were a little dazzling. Their bright golden wavy hair was meticulously combed, the buttons on their gorgeous blue robes gleamed, and their leather boots were reflecting the light.

Lockhart smiled his signature perfect smile, revealing a row of flawless, straight, dazzling teeth. "I hear you're looking for a good story, right?"

"..."

"How can a story about a knight who only knows how to shout slogans and relies on coincidence to defeat a wyvern? How can it compare to the story of a veteran adventurer who uses wisdom and courage to defeat dark creatures and protect the villagers? I have five stories like this."

"This……"

"The story's witnesses are always available for consultation and guidance. We have a large fan base for the original novel, and I can also contact many journalist friends to ensure that your drama performance is well received."

"Professor, we..."

"Professor Lewinter from your drama club also wants to work with me."

Seeing Marietta's hesitation, Neville stepped forward and pushed Lockhart out the door. "Sorry, Professor, our script has been finalized."

"boom!"

Lockhart looked at the heavily closed classroom door, his face flushed and a look of anger appeared on his face.

The drama club's affairs had been announced long ago, and he thought it was just a small prank by Melvin to train his students, but he didn't expect them to really make a big splash. Considering the possibility of being on the screen, he was willing to provide free guidance, but he didn't expect these students to refuse!

Lockhart planned to approach the heads of the Drama Club and the Magic Mirror Club directly.

Chapter 142 Memory Replacement

The castle seemed especially quiet on the weekends. The middle and upper grade students had gone to Hogsmeade, and the corridors were empty. Lockhart walked down the street, watching the lower grade students playing outside in the fields and by the Black Lake. The cold north wind blew softly.

The sounds of the drama club rehearsing disappeared in the wind.

"Flitwick has the Toad Choir and Lewynter has the Drama Club, so they're popular with the students..."

The more Lockhart thought about it, the more it made sense. "If I want to increase my influence among the student body and stand out in front of the faculty and students, I have to establish my own club."

"Wizard chess, Gobstones, Quidditch, choir and drama club..."

"These are just ordinary activities that can't show off my unique talents. I need a stage where I can show off my prowess and make them fall in love with me."

Lockhart walked while muttering to himself. The more he thought about it, the happier he felt. His perfect smile grew wider and wider, and his brows were beaming with joy.

When he arrived at the door of the Muggle Studies office, he had already thought about what he was going to do. Lockhart straightened his collar, adjusted the arc of his smile to just the right degree, and raised his hand to knock on the door.

"Dong dong..."

"Please come in."

Melvin was standing in front of the shelf, placing fresh young tree buds picked from the greenhouse into a glass bottle, replacing the water in the bottle cap, closing the glass jar, and turning to look at the Dark Arts Studies professor who had entered the room, raising an eyebrow:

"Professor Lockhart? What do you want from me?"

"Beetles? Melvin, you have quite a unique taste."