Hogwarts: This professor is too Muggle

"Thank you for the moonstone."

"..."

Walking out of the theater door, the neon street lights are still bright, the view becomes open, the midsummer night breeze blows, and the smell of gasoline and dust lingers in the nose.

Two old men with strange looks walked on the street without attracting anyone's attention. Passersby seemed to be unable to see them, but they were able to accurately bypass them when passing by.

"Let's go."

Dumbledore walked happily on the roadside holding a can of soda. Vending machines are a wonderful creation of Muggle technology.

The two men walked slowly, but their speed was beyond imagination. They were on the street one second ago, and appeared at the end of the street in one step.

Nicolas Flamel showed a thoughtful expression: "Hogwarts has never had a foreign professor, Albus, why did you suddenly invite this young Mr. Levent?"

"That's a false stereotype. Hogwarts has had many foreign professors, most of whom were from Beauxbatons."

"You still haven't answered my question."

"Because Mr. Lewinter already has a wonderful connection with Hogwarts."

Dumbledore took a sip, a satisfied look on his face. "Did you notice his ring?"

Nicolas Flamel paused, a silver light floating in his light-colored pupils. He quickly searched his memory for the details just now, and the image of the young wizard with a ring on his left ring finger appeared before his eyes.

It was a matte black ring, without any precious gemstones or delicate carvings, only some shallow lines, ordinary... The strange thing was that even with hundreds of years of experience and vision, this alchemist could not tell the material of the ring.

Nicolas Flamel narrowed his eyes slightly and looked carefully, finally seeing some traces among the lines that looked familiar.

"Is that... the sigil of Slytherin?"

"belch……"

……

Gershwin Theatre.

The cast and crew have already left.

The corridor was silent. In the office, the sound of the clock hands ticking could be heard and the crystal chandelier cast soft light.

Melvin looked out the window, glanced at the wall clock, his thoughts floating with the light and shadow.

Dumbledore and Nicolas Flamel, one the most powerful living wizard, the other an alchemist whose legacy spanned centuries, were surprisingly affable and conversational upon their initial meeting. He had invited him because he understood Muggle society. He knew there were many doubts about his past, but he didn't press for details, and there was no sign of Legilimency...

At least he didn't sense it.

I glanced at the commemorative calendar on my desk. It was the summer of 1991, when the story began...

No matter how open-minded and tolerant Ilvermorny is, after experiencing the Salem witch trials in the 17th century, the Purger riots, and the 1926 New York riots, the Magical Congress of the United States of America has always implemented the strict International Statute of Magical Secrecy.

The Aurors and the Inquisitor were fooled in the last trial. Perhaps they will be scrutinized more strictly in the future...

No matter what the situation in the No-Maj world is, Britain is always the center of wizarding culture. The British Ministry of Magic is more influential than the American Magical Congress, and the environment there is more suitable for him to sow seeds and harvest magic.

"Click."

At twelve o'clock midnight, the sound of the mechanical clock gears meshing is most obvious.

Melvin put away his chaotic thoughts and was about to put away the tea set on the table when he suddenly found something golden under one of the teacups. It was another gold coin.

When you take it in your hand, it feels cool, thick and exquisitely carved.

It wasn't No-Maj currency, nor was it the gold Galleons issued by Gringotts. It was a gold coin issued before the Goblin Rebellion, when the Goblin Kingdom was fully established. The gold coin was made of real gold, weighing about 1.7 ounces.

Because it is out of print, the collection value of the goblin gold coin far exceeds its face value. If you take this to Gringotts, even the most greedy goblin will become friendly.

"Zheng..."

The gold coins were thrown into the air and turned rapidly, and the reflected light presented a dazzling metallic luster.

What an exciting wealth.

……

a week later.

"I didn't expect Hogwarts to provide a hefty settlement fee to foreign professors."

After Melvin finished reading the Hogwarts employment letter, he looked up at the two old wizards and felt a strange feeling in his heart.

"This is the right thing to do. Hogwarts is more like a home for teachers and students."

Dumbledore was quite pleased with himself.

"..."

Just say yes.

Melvin closed a few pages of parchment, the cover of which bore the Hogwarts crest. "I have no objection to these terms. Hogwarts's benefits are very generous. However, there are some personal matters that I need to confirm in advance."

"You said."

"Teaching will not occupy my whole life. I will also study and develop my own career while I am in school."

Melvin noticed Dumbledore's slightly narrowed eyes, paused, and explained, "Of course, it has nothing to do with the Dark Arts. It's mainly about stage plays, writing stories about wizards and exploring the forms of expression of magical art."

“Very welcome.”

Dumbledore smiled brightly. "Hogwarts has its own ghost company, and in the past, there was also a student troupe. I even participated in a performance when I was a student, although the result was a disaster... The school is very welcome to professionals in this field. Believe me, both teachers and students will be happy to see the drama club established again."

The principal was so forthcoming that Melvin wanted to agree on the spot, but he restrained himself: "Also, I have some ideas about the course content."

"Ok?"

Dumbledore's eyes lit up slightly, and he immediately became interested.

-

Descendants of Slytherin: House of Gaunt

As direct descendants of Salazar Slytherin, the Gaunt family was inducted into the Sacred Twenty-Eight in 1930. To maintain the purity of their bloodline, the Gaunts practiced inbreeding for generations. Once quite wealthy, the Gaunts' extravagant lifestyle led to their dissolute fortunes, spawning many restless and mentally disturbed wanderers known for their unstable personalities and violent behavior.

Borgin and Burke's shop in Knockturn Alley once housed many silver ornaments sold by the Slytherin family, most of which were engraved with Ouroboros patterns, including Ouroboros, Kundalini, Merkaba... and combined with Slytherin's unique [S]-shaped mark.

All the collections sold by the Gaunt family were removed from the shelves after 1947, and the staff of Borgin and Burke's claimed that they were looted by Death Eaters.

Chapter 4 Accepting the Invitation

The window, which was not completely closed, revealed a small gap, through which scattered neon lights and street lights could be seen.

The sound of stage singing and background music penetrated the wall, passed through the corridor, and entered the office, becoming somewhat muffled.

The crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling rotates slowly, causing the light and shadow in the room to float slowly.

"I've looked up relevant information and discovered that the Hogwarts textbooks are all decades old. 'The Life and Social Habits of British Muggles' was published in the 70s, and 'Muggles Who Discovered' is from the 50s... No-Maj, or rather, your research on Muggles, is still stuck in the steam engine era and is completely outdated."

Melvin spoke eloquently, the result of his correspondence with the No-Maj professor at Ilvermorny:

"As Professor Fleming wrote in his paper, wizards look down on Muggles with a self-righteous and arrogant perspective, and can only see the superficial surface. Students should adapt to the new era instead of memorizing adventure novels from ten or even dozens of years ago..."

"An insight as profound as the mark of a sword in a stone..."

Dumbledore looked up at Melvin, his deep blue eyes filled with admiration. "Ms. Burbage has expressed similar sentiments. She always said that wizards' arrogance is withering magic, but most wizards still cling to ignorant pure-blood beliefs and refuse to even step out of the castle to see the concrete sky."

"Ms. Bubbaji?" Melvin expressed his confusion at the right time.

"A friend of mine, an expert in Muggle lands."

"He's also a candidate for Muggle Studies professor, right?"

Dumbledore couldn't help but smile, and didn't deny it. "Compared to staying in school to teach, she would rather learn more about Muggle society. She plans to lock her wand in a box and live in London as an ordinary person for a few years."

"A pure-blooded wizard can have such thoughts. She reminds me of the naturalists in the Age of Exploration."

Dumbledore was a little confused: "Naturalist?"

Nicolas Flamel, standing nearby, explained, "The scholars aboard the ships of the Age of Exploration were generally well-educated and well-educated, yet they were willing to risk their lives to explore the wider world."

Melvin nodded and added, "Their mission is to open the eyes of ignorant and backward people to the world. I hope that Hogwarts students can also become naturalists of the wizarding world."

"Praise your aspiration." Nicolas Flamel raised his teacup, this time containing genuine black tea.

"In the name of the Headmaster of Hogwarts, I promise you."

Dumbledore's voice was gentle but firm.

After seeing the two old men off, Melvin leaned back in his chair, his eyes slightly narrowed, staring at the hanging crystal chandelier.

The last time they met, Nicolas Flamel was the one chatting with him, and Dumbledore was listening in and rarely interrupting. This time, it was Nicolas Flamel who was silent. If there was anything in common, it was probably that both of them had glanced at his ring many times.

There was no sign of Legilimency, relying entirely on the knowledge and vision accumulated over many years.

It took me nearly half a year to confirm that the marks on it belonged to Slytherin.

Learn until you are old, live until you are old.

Melvin stroked the ring, thought for a moment, then stood up and walked out of the office.

There was no small talk tonight and the negotiations went very smoothly, so the main hall had not yet cleared. The carefully designed lights illuminated the stage and the audience seats were shrouded in shadow. The assistant lady stood near the VIP passage, looking up at the stage with a slightly smug expression on her face.

Melvin turned his head to look at the stage and just caught the most exciting part.

The musical currently being performed is "The Green Witch," the first play he designed at the Gershwin Theatre, and the one that helped him and Miss Assistant gain a foothold on Broadway.

There are many magical scenes in the play, and the stage effects are designed by Melvin, who is a professional in every sense of the word.

Looking back now, I already feel a little nostalgic.

Melvin approached with light steps and said in a low voice, "Claire."

"Mr. Levent."

"I'm going to leave."

"Going to Hollywood?" The assistant was not surprised.

"No, I plan to go to the UK for further studies and explore the market at the same time."

"Oh……"

“But you have to go to Hollywood.”

"what?!"

……