Hogwarts: This professor is too Muggle

Chapter 2 Direct Recruitment of Principals

The show is over and the audience leaves.

The huge theater gradually became quiet.

Melvin returned to his office, leaned back on the wooden chair, closed his eyes and rested, the magic of nothingness flowing through his body like a stream, refreshing and comfortable.

My mind is clear and my thoughts gradually drift away.

According to the alien water snake, emotions and beliefs are connected to the soul, and the secret of magic lies deep in the soul. As early as thousands of years ago, ancient wizards began to study the soul and magic. Some were obsessed with the pursuit of power and lost themselves, falling into the field of black magic. Some were gifted and achieved brilliant achievements. The founder of Hogwarts was the latter. Unfortunately, with the decline of ancient magic, all the achievements were lost in the long river of history.

Influenced by the immigration waves over the past few hundred years, Ilvermorny has absorbed wizards from all over the world and has become a school comparable to Hogwarts. There have always been a few gifted teachers and students in every generation, and they have left their footprints in various magical fields. Unfortunately, no one has ever truly touched the essence of magic, and those achievements have turned into valuable knowledge in the library.

The long-horned water snake, nourished by the snakewood and with a lifespan of a thousand years, eventually absorbed this knowledge and, combining it with its own unique talents, created a new and unknown path...

Melvin twirled the ring on his ring finger, calculating silently in his heart.

Although ordinary human emotions can also increase magical power, the efficiency is still too slow. Compared with his peers, half a year only helps him save the hard work of several years of Auror training.

If you want to absorb magic power more efficiently, a wizard is a more suitable candidate, especially a powerful wizard.

What happened tonight confirmed the conjecture.

"..."

There were still sporadic noises in the corridor outside the door. The actors were removing their makeup, and the staff behind the scenes were arranging the props. When they passed near his office, they all fell silent and walked lightly.

Although this young chief stage designer is gentle, he always exudes a mysterious sense of alienation.

And the former chief designer proved one thing with his own demonstration: this young man is not to be trifled with.

That was five months ago. The previous designer attempted to plagiarize his stage design, submitting the stolen plans in the morning. Then, at noon, accidents started happening. He was passed by a normal car on a corner, nearly hit by a thrown object as he passed a high-rise building, and stumbled all the way, barely making it out of the street...

From that day on, bad luck would plague him whenever he stepped onto Broadway.

The whole incident has become an urban legend circulating on Broadway. Influenced by this, the atmosphere in the entire theater industry has become much clearer, and it is possible that it will be put on stage many years later.

"Dong dong!"

"Please come in."

Melvin sat up and looked up.

The door opened halfway, and it was Claire who knocked on the door. The usually smart assistant looked a little confused at this moment. After opening the door, she was stunned for two seconds, then blinked, as if she suddenly remembered something.

"Sir, your guest has arrived."

"guest?"

Melvin frowned slightly.

Without waiting for Claire to explain, the door opened completely, revealing the figures of two old men with warm smiles. One had white hair and beard and looked energetic, while the other had silver hair and silver eyes and a mysterious temperament.

"I don't remember having any guests tonight, let alone the famous guest who is the President of the International Confederation of Wizards, the President of the Wizengamot, and a member of the Council of Merlin's Order...

"What do you say, Mr. Dumbledore? Mr. Nicolas Flamel?"

Melvin raised an eyebrow and chuckled.

It was a bit unexpected, but not shocking. These famous figures always like to disguise themselves and sneak into inconspicuous places, and then suddenly appear. This is how it is written in drama scripts.

Both were living legends in the wizarding world, appearing numerous times in alchemy textbooks, not to mention various newspapers, magazines, and Chocolate Frog cartoons...

Of course, Melvin was able to recognize the two men mainly for other reasons.

On the one hand, there are those distant memories deep in the soul.

On the other hand, there was the International Confederation of Wizards Convention last summer. He had observed the chairman from afar while attending the meeting. Dumbledore was dozing off in the guest of honor seat at the time, which left a particularly deep impression on him.

"Ah……"

Nicolas Flamel gave Dumbledore a teasing look, grinned, and put something golden into Claire's pocket as an apology.

It was not the wizarding currency, the gold Galleon, issued by Gringotts. Melvin could see clearly that it was a genuine gold coin. One side was engraved with the Statue of Liberty holding a torch and an olive branch, and the other side was engraved with the double eagle of Saint-Gaudens. It should be the Eagle Gold Coin issued by the Federal Reserve five years ago, each coin containing one ounce of gold.

It's really a substantial apology.

The assistant lady who was under the confusion spell was completely unaware and turned away on her own.

"My full name is long, but it certainly doesn't include such a long string of names."

Dumbledore blinked, then apologized and explained, "Please forgive our two old fellows for being so rude. I had planned to make an appointment with the beautiful assistant for tomorrow, but she said that you don't have any programs for the next week... I'm so sorry."

"That gold coin is enough to make Claire forgive."

"how about you?"

"I am only delighted to have two legendary wizards visiting so late at night. Please take a seat."

Melvin smiled meaningfully, stretched out his index finger and shook it a few times, and the drawer under the table opened by itself. The documents and miscellaneous items on the table suddenly came alive, jumping into the drawer, and the table became spacious and tidy.

With another wave of his hand, the tea set in the cabinet flew out of thin air. A teapot with a lilac flower print and three teacups landed on the table, and stood in a row with a ding-dong sound.

Dumbledore and Nicolas Flamel sat opposite, watching with interest. The magic was not amazing, but the smoothness of the whole process and the age of the caster were worthy of all praise.

Just when they thought the spout of the kettle would pour out black tea, they saw several streams of burnt brown bubbly liquid fill the cup, emitting tiny bubbles and a faint sizzling sound.

"There's no tea prepared in the office. This is my own collection, Coca-Cola." Melvin smiled gently and gestured for the two to taste it.

Dumbledore and Nicolas Flamel looked at each other, then they both lifted their cups and took a sip.

Hundreds of years old teeth could not withstand the ravages of carbon dioxide. Nicolas Flamel frowned slightly and put down the teacup calmly.

Dumbledore's eyes lit up. The rich sweetness, the refreshing vapor, and the sizzling bubbles were like candy exploding in his mouth, which was very much to his liking.

This Muggle drink has been popular for a century. He had tasted it seventy years ago, but the bubble ratio of the drink at that time was not right, it was too stimulating, and the fusion of sweetness and herbal flavors was not harmonious enough.

Considering his image when they first met, Dumbledore drank the tea in two draughts with great care, then slowly put down the cup, his eyes casually sweeping over the teapot.

As a result, before I could release my fingers, the bottom of the cup just touched the table and the cola water in the cup was immediately filled up.

"..."

Melvin wasn't sure if he was seeing things, but he felt that Dumbledore's smile seemed even brighter.

Nicolas Flamel also smiled and nodded: "Nice to meet you, Mr. Levent."

"My pleasure."

"..."

Although he was puzzled by the sudden visit of the two legendary wizards, Melvin did not immediately ask about their purpose. Instead, he followed the conversation and chatted about some irrelevant topics.

That's how British wizards behave.

So goes the wizarding fable: an English wizard mispronounces a levitation spell, summoning a bison whose hooves are about to stamp on his face, while he still shouts that his grammatical pronunciation is more in line with pure Latin.

For the next half hour, they talked about tonight's stage, various Broadway theaters, from Goethe to Dante, from "Faust" to "Macbeth", and the evolution of stage effects over the centuries...

It was mainly Melvin and Nicolas Flamel who were talking. Dumbledore was addicted to the sweet drink and just listened quietly on the side, stroking his beard and drinking Coke sip by sip.

"...through the mouth of the devil Mephistopheles, the author conveys the nihilistic power of absolute rule, arguing that all of Faust's achievements will ultimately be destroyed. He hears the clanging of shovels and thinks it's the people building, but in fact it's the devil digging his grave."

After saying this, Melvin picked up his Coke and took a sip. He glanced at the old wizard opposite him calmly, feeling a little complacent.

You have the experience of the past, and I have the wisdom of the future.

Nicolas Flamel pondered for a moment, then revealed an expression of amazement. "I never thought there could be such a level of interpretation. Indeed, art, once completed, is the work of the interpreter. Even Goethe didn't have such profound insights when he wrote. Believe me, I lived next door to him at the time."

"..."

Melvin opened his mouth, but considering the man's age, he couldn't say anything in rebuttal.

He was silent for a moment, then turned to look at the person next to him: "Mr. Dumbledore, what can I do for you?"

Dumbledore looked at the two of them and chuckled:

"Mr. Lewynter, I would like to hire you as a professor at Hogwarts."

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Ilvermorny: A History

In 1620, Isolt Sayre encountered a strange species of horned water snake on Mount Greylock. As a member of the Gaunt family, Isolt Sayre had not inherited Slytherin's Parseltongue, but she was surprised to find that she could understand the horned water snake's speech and thoughts. The two happily became friends. After founding Ilvermorny School of Magic, Isolt Sayre named one of the houses the Horned Water Serpent...

On the eve of her adopted son Chadwick Boot's 11th birthday, Isolt Thrall promised to make him a wand. However, she could not find a suitable core. One night, Isolt dreamed of walking to a river, where a horned water snake emerged from the water and asked her to cut a horn from its own horn. After waking up, Isolt also went to the river and received the water snake's gift as in her dream. Using the water snake's horn as the core, she crafted a wand with powerful magic.

One late autumn evening, the horned water snake warned Aesop Searle: Danger is approaching, your family is doomed, stay alert, your friends in the mountains will help you.

Thirteen days later, Isolt's aunt, the dark wizard Gormlaith Gaunt raided Ilvermorny and cast a powerful curse on Isolt and James, putting them into a deep sleep in an attempt to kill them and kidnap their newborn twin daughters. While she was casting the spell in Parseltongue, her adopted son Chadwick, who was out, suddenly received a warning from the wand of the Horned Water Serpent. He quickly returned and defeated Gormlaith Gaunt with the help of William the Pukki, the Panther and a young Thunderbird.

Chapter 3 Muggle Studies

"Me? A professor at Hogwarts?"

Melvin was stunned for a moment.

"Professor of Muggle Studies."

Dumbledore nodded and explained with a smile, "Originally, this subject was taught by Professor Quirinus Quirrell, but he has changed his research direction and will take over the school's Defense Against the Dark Arts course next semester. I am currently looking for a new professor of Muggle Studies. Having seen your play and learned about your deeds, I think you are a perfect fit."

Melvin was not moved by his praise. Recalling the report on himself in the Ghost column, his expression was subtle: "I really can't think of where it fits in."

"First of all, you have excellent grades."

"You should know that I didn't finish my studies."

"Don't worry about those rigid evaluation methods, Mr. Levent. In my opinion, your resume is very impressive."

Dumbledore spoke slowly, "Since Madam Seraphina Picquery graduated, you are the only one who has been recognized by all four houses of Ilvermorny. You have performed well and achieved excellent results while at school. Interviews have shown that the professors of Ilvermorny are very optimistic about you. Headmaster Gilbert Fontana revealed that although you did not take the Ultimate Wizarding Level Examination, you obtained full certificates in the Ordinary Wizarding Level Examination.

"Achieve your own success in Muggle society, skillfully combine magic and Muggle skills, and flexibly manage the boundaries of the Statute of Secrecy. This is exactly what students need."

"..."

Nicolas Flamel remained silent, but his expression was a little strange.

Albus was still the same, looking up news in The Ghost an hour ago, but now pretending to be very knowledgeable.

"Principal Fontana never hesitates to give praise to all students."

Melvin didn't refuse, nor did he accept immediately: "I am honored to receive this invitation, but it is really too sudden. I need time to think carefully about it."

Dumbledore didn't ask any further questions, but tactfully said goodbye: "I think I'll have another chance to enjoy your wonderful performance next weekend."

"See you next week then. I'll have Claire reserve the best seats for you. Have a good night, gentlemen."