Hogwarts: This professor is too Muggle

His name would be on the front pages again, perhaps he would win the Order of Merlin again, and wealth and glory would be within his reach.

【Once forgotten, everything is empty】

There was a white light flowing at the tip of the staff. It was not dazzling, but it made people feel very uncomfortable.

Qiu Zhang closed his eyes silently.

Marietta subconsciously took a step back, but was then blocked by a stiff body. She turned her head to look at Neville behind her, an idea flashed through her mind, she clenched her fists, and rushed out without hesitation.

Just like Neville rushed towards the basilisk, Marietta didn't bother to cast magic, but rushed forward to block the wand.

"Now! Hermione, Cho!" Marietta shouted.

Qiu Zhang suddenly opened his eyes and saw the back of a figure with golden curly hair. His roommate, who had always been timid in the past, was now extremely resolute and did not leave him any room for maneuver.

Hermione on the side had already waved her wand, moved two steps to the side, and cast the magic that she was already very familiar with at Lockhart.

[fainted to the ground]

The white light of the forgetfulness spell bloomed, and the red light of the coma spell was brilliant.

The two spells crossed each other, and according to the direction of the wand tip, the Oblivion Spell was blocked by Marietta, and the Stunning Spell would fall on Lockhart.

When Lockhart saw Marietta rushing towards him, his heart suddenly sank. In the corner of his eye, not only was there a red light flowing, but the Oblivion Spell he had cast seemed to hit an invisible barrier and quietly turned back.

He saw two spells penetrate his body at the same time, followed by Marietta's fist, hitting him hard in the face.

Lockhart's vision went dark and he completely lost consciousness.

Marietta also fell to the ground, her head dizzy, but she actually felt a sense of joy in her heart - she was finally reliable for once.

It's a pity that I'm about to lose my memory.

Marietta closed her eyes and felt the world spinning rapidly. The sounds from the outside world entered her ears, and after being drawn out, they sounded like tinnitus, echoing repeatedly, making the silent room seem a little noisy.

"Marietta...Mary..."

Qiu Zhang seemed to be calling her name.

Professor McGonagall's voice came from behind, angry and worried:

"Oh my God...how dare you..."

……

Marietta opened her eyes, as if waking up from a big dream, and the noisy sound came into her ears again, so loud and exciting that it seemed like tinnitus.

"She's awake! Ma'am! Madam Pomfrey!"

Someone was shouting beside the bed. It was Qiu Zhang's voice.

Marietta had only heard her yell like that during Quidditch matches; it wasn't ladylike at all.

A witch came running over holding a silver tray. It was Madam Pomfrey. She pried open Marietta's eyes and looked carefully at her pupils, as if to see if her memory was complete.

"Child, do you still remember who you are?"

"Marietta...Ekmo."

"Do you know where this is?"

"Hogwarts, infirmary."

"Do you remember what happened before you fell into a coma?"

"..."

Marietta nodded slightly.

Madam Pomfrey examined her very carefully, and after some questioning, she seemed to finally confirm that her memory was intact. She patted her shoulder and asked her to drink a bottle of strange-tasting potion.

It's obviously sweet, but it just doesn't taste good, like honey fed to slugs, then ground and squeezed into juice.

Marietta frowned tightly, and didn't even hear Madam Pomfrey's medical advice clearly. It was not until Qiu Zhang fed her a few sips of ice water that her brain slowly came back to its senses.

"Merlin's blessing! Goddess of Luck's blessing..."

Qiu Zhang muttered these words, hugged her head in his arms, and shed tears of joy.

It was only then that Marietta learned what had happened next. Someone had noticed that all the members of the drama club were absent at lunch, reported it to Professor McGonagall, and found their way all the way to Myrtle's bathroom.

"When Professor McGonagall arrived at the Chamber of Secrets, she happened to see you punching Lockhart... The professor took all the injured to the infirmary..."

Qiu Zhang recounted this with genuine gratitude, "Thanks to the goddess of luck, no one lost their lives. Even Cedric, who was the most seriously injured, only had over a hundred broken bones. He's not in danger of death. Those who are petrified can be treated with mandrake."

Marietta listened quietly, feeling a peace she had never felt before.

……

In the transparent glass cup was a bone spirit with a blue halo, and on the silver tray next to it was a blood-stained bandage.

In the Hogwarts infirmary, in the boys' ward, the school principal and deans stood silently around a simple bed, and Melvin, the mastermind behind the scenes, also stood behind.

Madam Pomfrey called them over to hold them accountable. The school doctor simply couldn't tolerate this major safety accident. Previous Quidditch matches were okay, with the worst that could happen being broken limbs and concussions, or a few broken ribs. This time it was completely outrageous.

Nearly twenty students were petrified by the basilisk, as well as a ghost.

The worst-case scenario was Cedric Diggory, who had multiple fractures all over his body and was wrapped in bandages like an Egyptian mummy, with only his two eyes exposed. He stared at them eagerly, stirring up guilt in the hearts of these professors and principals.

"Poor child, it was the Basilisk of the Chamber of Secrets left by Slytherin that harmed you like this." Professor Sprout said distressedly, "Even though he is the founder, I still have to say that this is too much."

Snape had a blank expression on his face and glanced at the student lying on the hospital bed. This level of injury looked serious, but in fact he only needed to be rested for one night. The bloodstains on the bandage were just scratches, and he could be discharged tomorrow.

Among the dozen or so students who restrained the basilisk, only Cedric suffered multiple fractures because he remained calm and kept his eyes closed the whole time until he was swept away by the snake's tail. The other students were petrified before that.

"Mr. Diggory will be discharged tomorrow. I don't think he wants us to disturb his rest." Snape said calmly. The petrification suffered by other students is not fatal. They can be recovered by brewing potions with mature mandrakes. I remember there are some in the greenhouse."

Sprout looked embarrassed. "The mandrakes in the greenhouse won't be ripe until after Easter."

"Can't you do the shopping, Pomona?" asked Professor McGonagall, with a sullen look on her face. She was really irritated by Lockhart.

"You can't buy them in Diagon Alley or Hogsmeade. The climate here in Britain isn't suitable. We only have a batch grown in the school's greenhouse, originally for teaching purposes," Sprout explained. "We can only purchase them from other countries, but it's almost holiday time, so we might have to wait until the holidays are over."

Melvin cleared his throat and offered, "Let me take care of the purchasing. I have a channel in Budapest, and it should be shipped over before the holiday."

Snape gave him a calm look.

Professor Flitwick's eyes rolled around, holding Cedric's wand in his hand. It was made of ash wood, 12 inches long, and the core was unicorn hair. The material was tough and the core was pure.

Dumbledore's eyes also looked a little subtle, and he nodded: "So be it."

The door of the ward was pushed open, and Madam Pomfrey walked into the room. She reprimanded them with an angry look and said in a very rude tone, "The girls have all woken up. I won't stop you from asking about the situation, but please keep your voices down and don't disturb the patients' rest."

The school doctor had a serious expression on his face, and even the principal could only smile and nod.

The Hogwarts Hospital is well-equipped and occupies almost half of the floor. The outermost part is the clinic, and there is also a pharmacy and warehouse inside, with the ward in the middle.

Under normal circumstances, if two or three students suffer minor injuries, they usually do not need to be hospitalized. Hospitalization can be separated by white curtains, and only one ward is set up. But this time it was different. Almost all the students in the drama club were sent here, and different wards were divided for convenient care.

One is for caring for petrified patients, and the other is for minor abrasions and exhaustion.

The last time the school infirmary had so many patients was because of the drama club and Professor Kettleburn who set fire to the auditorium.

The dean and the principal walked between the beds, talking to the injured little wizards.

The young wizards leaned against the head of the bed, and after confirming from the professor that no one had lost their lives, they completely relaxed and even found it amusing to watch each other bandaging their wounds.

The atmosphere in the room was much lighter. Melvin lifted the partition curtain and came to Marietta's bedside. He found that not only Ravenclaw Qiu Zhang was there, but also his tutoring students.

Hermione, Qiu Zhang and Marietta huddled together, talking in low voices, occasionally covering their mouths and laughing softly.

"How are you, little witches? Are you still feeling unwell?" Melvin summoned a chair and sat down beside the bed.

"I'm fine, just slightly exhausted. I've rested well." Hermione answered and then huddled aside, secretly observing the professor's expression, like a sea otter stealing fish.

"Professor Lewinter." Qiu Zhang was a little reserved, which was the normal reaction of a student meeting a professor.

"Professor Lewynter..." Marietta became even more nervous and shook her head quickly. "I'm fine. Lockhart's Oblivion Charm went astray, and I fell unconscious."

"He didn't faint on his own. He risked his life to stop the evil wizard who stole my memory. In Gryffindor's words, this is unparalleled courage. I will write to your mother. Mrs. Edgecombe will be proud of you."

Melvin said gently.

"I'm from Ravenclaw..." Marietta buried her head, feeling a little embarrassed.

"This has nothing to do with the academy. Courage, like wisdom, is humanity's most precious treasure."

Melvin looked around and saw no fruit basket by the bed, so he pulled an apple out of his pocket, fumbled for a fruit knife, and patiently peeled it. "When I first saw you in class, you didn't even dare to introduce yourself. You were used to hiding your thoughts and following behind Qiu Zhang..."

Three students were listening nearby. Marietta was the most attentive. She initially thought that the professor paid attention to her because of her collaboration with her mother, but she didn't expect that he had noticed her even earlier.

Hermione gave a suspicious look.

Why does the professor explain it in such detail?

It was as if he had witnessed the scene with his own eyes and understood it better than she, an eyewitness.

"Remember this experience, remember the moment you rushed forward and punched Lockhart, and the terrified look in Lockhart's eyes. In the future, when you face oppression from others and face difficult choices, this courage will enable you to make the right choice."

Melvin handed over the peeled apple.

Marietta took the apple blankly and nodded. She didn't quite understand what the professor said, but it seemed like he had a hidden meaning.

"Have a good rest..."

Melvin stood up and met Hermione's eyes next to him. He paused, took out a handful of candy and handed it to her. Then he looked at Qiu Zhang next to him and handed him a handful as well.

Qiu Zhang and Marietta showed similar expressions and watched the professor leave, once again realizing the difference between this professor and other professors.

On the other side, the four deans and the principal had almost finished their condolences and understood most of the situation. Since a certain Potter was still petrified, the principal had no intention of staying.

After talking to a few junior students and confirming some matters regarding contacting students' parents with Professor McGonagall, the headmaster prepared to return to his office to deal with the troublesome board of directors.

"By the way..." Dumbledore turned around, "Melvin, could you come to my office?"

Melvin raised an eyebrow, "Okay, Principal."

……

Three o'clock in the afternoon, in the principal's office.

Portraits of past principals hung on the wall. The current principal sat behind the desk, holding a steaming cup of black tea, his blue eyes slightly narrowed, and the exquisite silver ornaments on the table emitted white mist.

The silence lasted for half a cup of tea. Melvin didn't say anything, guessing that the principal was also considering his words.

"The legend of the heir has been passed down for thousands of years. It's been fifty years since Myrtle's death. Ever since my old friend Tom disappeared, no one has ever found the Chamber of Secrets. I'm very curious..."

Dumbledore took a sip of his tea and said, "Melvin, how did you find and open the Chamber of Secrets?"