Hogwarts: This professor is too Muggle

"A chance encounter, just a coincidence." Melvin did not answer in detail.

"That's right..."

Dumbledore paused and winked at him. "Please keep it a secret. The castle's secrets should be explored independently by students."

"I promise you that."

Melvin made a solemn promise, then changed the subject and asked, "Principal, why are you here?"

"There was a guest staying in the corridor on the fourth floor. It was almost lunchtime, so I came to deliver food to him. I happened to hear a noise when I walked nearby.

"I thought another student had discovered this secret passage and was using it to buy candy from Honeydukes... It's a nice coincidence. Come on, let's go meet that friend."

"..."

Melvin followed the principal, with some vague guesses in his mind.

Most of the rooms on the fourth floor of the castle were abandoned, with only three places in use. The Charms classroom was in another direction, the trophy display room was a few miles away, and the only remaining area was the forbidden corridor.

According to the information sorted out from those distant memories in my mind, the room at the end of the corridor is connected to the secret space where the Philosopher's Stone is stored. The entrance is guarded by a three-headed dog, and there are protective measures set up inside by several main subject professors.

The protective effect is not as good as the stone door in the hunchback of the one-eyed witch statue.

"Click..."

I turned the ball door handle, and the door opened with the sound of the old lock cylinder turning.

A giant beast was crawling in the room, with three heads, three pairs of ferocious scarlet eyes, three bloody mouths, and ferocious canine fangs that were slightly yellowed.

The three-headed dog looked ferocious and not very smart. It lay motionless on the floor, its six eyes rolling around before locking onto the two people who had just entered. Its constricted pupils indicated that it was gradually coming to its senses. It was about to roar when it was interrupted by the principal.

"Lu Wei, it's time for lunch."

Only then did Lu Wei recognize that one of them was the keeper. His eyes quickly lit up, and he rushed towards Dumbledore who was standing at the door with his four claws. His sharp nails left shallow scratches on the ground. He crashed into Dumbledore's arms, and the three heads rubbed against each other, making a dull sound as flesh and bones collided.

Melvin's eye twitched as he watched. Judging from the physical fitness displayed by the old headmaster, if it weren't for Voldemort, he could have lived for at least a few hundred more years.

Dumbledore almost fell backwards, rubbing his aching chest, feeling somewhat helpless. He ignored the three-headed dog's wet saliva, reached out and touched its nose with a bright smile.

"Fluvia was bought by Hagrid at the Hog's Head Inn. We originally planned to keep her in the Forbidden Forest, but the centaurs disagreed..."

Dumbledore pulled out half a piece of raw beef from somewhere and introduced it while feeding it, "So he's being fostered in the school temporarily, helping with some guarding duties. He's been doing his job diligently and conscientiously. I've even grown to like this little fellow."

"..."

brat?

Melvin remained silent.

If you say so, then that's it.

"Come, let's meet each other." Dumbledore turned slightly: "This is Fluffy... Fluffy, this is Professor Lewynter."

Lu Wei was concentrating on tearing raw beef. He paused, stretched out his leftmost head to sniff, then stretched out a front paw and offered it to Melvin.

"Woah..."

Melvin was stunned for a moment, then reached out and placed his hand on its paw: "Hello?"

Lu Wei shook his paw, as if shaking hands, to show that the man and the dog knew each other.

Who said the three-headed dog was stupid?

The three-headed dog is so smart.

Dumbledore rubbed its head, which was concentrating on eating. "Fluwei, move aside. Melvin and I need to go downstairs."

Lu Wei buried his head in the beef without raising it, and moved his two hind paws to move his whole body to the side, revealing a trap door under his belly: "Mmm..."

"let's go."

Without giving Melvin time to react, Dumbledore pulled him and jumped directly in. What followed was a long free fall. Only then did Melvin realize that the foundation of Hogwarts Castle was so deep.

There were no torches or oil lamps, and it was pitch black and nothing could be seen.

The passage was very quiet. If you listened carefully, you could hear some subtle sounds, rustling, as if something tiny was moving slowly.

Nearly ten seconds later, Melvin suddenly felt a gentle force lifting his body, slowing down his rapid fall, and his feet soon stepped on the solid, cold floor.

Looking around, this was a one-way passage that had been dug out. There were some slender black vines attached to the rough stone walls on both sides. As if they had sensed someone breaking in, the tender tendrils slowly crawled towards them, rubbing against the walls and making a faint sound.

Devil's Snare in the seedling stage, a magical plant of the vine family, prefers dark and humid environments and is afraid of light and heat.

"I didn't know there was a Herbology classroom beneath the castle."

Melvin waved his hand, giving birth to several blue flames that emitted a soft glow. The warmth was just enough to dispel the Devil's Snare, but not too scorching.

"Pomona doesn't want to take classes here. These Devil's Snares have just been transplanted here, and they will take a few weeks to mature."

Dumbledore led him inside. "This is an abandoned underground classroom. There happens to be a passageway connecting to the corridor on the fourth floor. It was temporarily renovated to store the Philosopher's Stone. It will take some time to complete."

"Magic stone?"

"During the summer vacation, Nico and I met alone in New York to discuss this matter." Dumbledore's voice echoed in the corridor. "For reasons that cannot be made public at the moment, the Philosopher's Stone needs to be temporarily stored at Hogwarts. I have received intelligence that a powerful and cunning Dark wizard is plotting to seize the Philosopher's Stone."

"Are these protective measures?"

"It was assigned by several professors of the main subject."

"..."

The footsteps gradually went deeper, and the four rooms that the passage passed through were revealed one by one.

The Charms room that Professor Flitwick had arranged currently only had a heavy wooden door.

The Transfiguration room that Professor McGonagall had set up currently consisted of only a few stone pillars.

There are several bottles of poison in Professor Snape's potion room.

Finally, there was Quirrell's Defense Against the Dark Arts room, with its stacks of hay.

"..."

Compared to these semi-finished products, Professor Sprout is far ahead.

Melvin looked at the last wooden door. He knew that these levels were meant to test the students, but he still felt that the principal's acting was too crude.

The four deans have clean backgrounds and are absolutely reliable. The checkpoints they designed are placed on the periphery.

Quirrell was just promoted to professor of compulsory courses this year. During the summer vacation, he went to Albania, where dark wizards gathered. He was full of doubts, and the level he designed was placed at the innermost part.

Is this how you test the Dark Lord?

"Principal Dumbledore..."

Melvin pursed his lips and couldn't help but complain, "This powerful and cunning dark wizard must have some physical defect. Lost his limbs and unable to wave his wand? Or is he mute and unable to cast spells?"

If you think about Voldemort's situation carefully, it seems that there is nothing wrong with saying this.

Dumbledore smiled and said, "So I hope you can also participate in strengthening the protection of the Philosopher's Stone."

Melvin observed his surroundings and casually said, "I suggest putting up a sign next to the Philosopher's Stone saying, 'This is not the Philosopher's Stone.' Maybe the dark wizard will see it and leave."

"It's an unexpected idea. If you were to design it, it might actually work..."

Dumbledore seemed to sense his curiosity. He turned his head, stared into his eyes, and gently invited him, "Would you like to go in and see the legendary Philosopher's Stone?"

"Is it okay?" Melvin was indeed a little curious.

"of course."

So the two of them opened the door and walked into the room.

Inside was a circular hall, surrounded by steps and a pool in the middle. In the middle of the pool stood a crude stone platform with a crimson halo embedded in it.

Melvin stared at it for a moment, then looked away: "Looks pretty ordinary."

"Nothing special, really."

Dumbledore smiled widely, his blue eyes narrowed into slits.

……

"Sodium metal is not necessary..."

"We can do the explosion ourselves."

"That's right, that's right."

“But ammonia is important.”

The two red-haired students huddled together, muttering to each other as they walked down the stairs.

Autumn had not yet officially arrived, the days were still long, and in the evening, before it got dark, the torches and lights in the castle were still on.

The students were chatting in the courtyard, gathered in groups of three or four. The corridor was rather deserted. I walked along the dim aisle for a while, and then it suddenly became cool near the courtyard.

After the summer homework was submitted, the second week of classes was not so stressful, and the little wizards enjoyed the leisurely late summer time.

A Hufflepuff student teetered over, pouring iced pumpkin juice for her friend. Listening carefully, they discussed going to the giant squid to play in the water the next day. By October, the water in the Black Lake would be cold.

The Weasley twins found a step to sit down and started scribbling on their notebooks. They were worrying about how to buy metallic sodium and ammonia water. Both of them were Muggle things, and chemical products in particular, so most Muggle students didn't have access to them.

Try to get the raw materials during the school term. It will be troublesome if you leave it until the holidays. Breaking the broom if found out by your mother is no big deal. The key is that their father works in the Office of the Prohibition of Misuse of Muggle Artifacts. If he is found out, he might even be killed for the sake of justice.

Just when I was worrying, I saw a figure walking out from the stairs.

The twins perked up and immediately gathered around him: "Professor Lewinter!"

"What do you want?" Melvin slowed down.

The twins hurried closer, eager smiles on their faces. "Professor, is there a chemistry course in Muggle Studies? Will the raw materials be provided?"

"Well..."

Melvin paused. "The sixth grade curriculum includes basic science knowledge. I do plan to use some materials for demonstrations, but I definitely won't be using sodium metal and ammonia. One is dangerous, and the other smells terrible. Even showering wouldn't be enough to wash it off."

George and Fred looked at each other, their eyes flickering.

"I advise you to give up this idea as soon as possible. If you make a mess, Mr. Filch will punish you to clean up yourselves, and Professor McGonagall will definitely not stop you."

"Look down on us?"

The twins puffed out their chests. "We've already cleaned the bathroom, even the actual poop and urine. Are you still worried about this?"

“…Is this something to be proud of?”

George and Fred chuckled and followed closely behind him: "Just clean it up, we're not afraid of it. Can you tell us more about chemistry..."