Hogwarts: This professor is too Muggle

Chapter 35 Professor Lewinter's Malice

Monday, morning.

The first class in the morning was the fifth year Muggle Studies class.

Melvin stood at the side of the podium, wearing a woolen vest over a gray-blue shirt, with his sleeves half-rolled up, one hand supporting the desk, his body slightly leaning on the desk, looking a little lazy.

The brown and black trousers make her legs look straight and slender. At first glance, they don’t seem to be very outstanding and not as eye-catching as her previous outfits, but this outfit just highlights her figure, which is tall and straight, making people unable to help but stare at her.

Over the past few weeks, the students have become accustomed to the unique Muggle style taught. Some little witches have begun to pay attention to the shape and characteristics of these clothes. Students from Muggle families are planning to buy new clothes when they go back home for the holidays, and students from wizarding families are also learning to adopt similar combinations.

Melvin glanced around. "It's been half a month since the start of school. In the past two weeks, we've completed the new knowledge for this school year and reviewed the basics of Muggle Studies for third graders. I believe everyone has adapted to this teaching method..."

A whispering sound was heard.

Percy Weasley sat in the front row, looking down at the notes in his hand.

There are more than a dozen densely packed pages, clearly organized, containing the basic third-grade knowledge copied down last week. Various rows, columns, tables, and tree diagrams fill the paper. Most of the complex and difficult-to-remember nouns have been replaced with abbreviations, and the concepts that need to be remembered have been simplified to a few isolated words. The grammar is so incomplete that it cannot be connected into a sentence, but as long as I see these prompts, the complete description will naturally emerge in my mind.

Percy was a little distracted when he recalled the scene of Professor Lewinter giving them a lecture and reviewing their lessons.

Not all the content in the textbooks is useful. Some descriptions are knowledge, while some seemingly important examples are just reading material. Knowledge is divided into general knowledge points, key points, easy-to-make mistakes, and difficult points based on difficulty. And based on importance, it is divided into test points and non-test points. There are also test points that were tested last year and therefore unlikely to be repeated, and test points that haven't been tested in five or six years and therefore are very likely to be repeated...

Percy felt that he was an excellent student who was good at studying and taking exams. His grades in the past few years and the praise from his classmates and professors were strong proof of this, but he had never thought that he could review and prepare for exams in this way.

"The review progress is slower than I expected, but fortunately we have plenty of time."

Melvin flipped open the textbook and pulled out a stack of wood pulp paper exam papers. He placed them on the table, shuffled them, and straightened them out. "Before we begin the fourth-grade review, I've prepared a simple in-class test to assess your understanding of the material you've reviewed. The test results aren't important; what's important is identifying and addressing any gaps."

There was wailing from the audience.

Students said the professor's attack was too sudden.

Percy squeezed his quill, his palms sweating with nervousness.

Professor Lewinter bent his fingers slightly and tapped the test paper twice with his knuckles. The test paper flew out immediately, like an owl swooping out of a shed, and landed on the students' desks with a clatter.

"You have two class periods to complete the test. The timer starts now."

"..."

There is plenty of time.

Percy exhaled and did not rush to open the test paper. Instead, he put the quill into the ink bottle. It took about half a minute for the quill to absorb ink. The time waiting for it to absorb ink was just enough for him to browse the test paper, get an impression of the questions that would come later, and be able to answer the questions more smoothly.

These are the test-taking techniques he has summarized.

Multiple-choice questions (1 point each, 15 points total): Choose one correct answer from the four possible answers for each question below and fill in the letter of the correct answer in the brackets in the question stem.

"Multiple-choice questions: Each question has at least two correct answers. No points will be awarded for selecting more than one answer, fewer than one answer, incorrect answers, or no answers."

True/False Questions (1 point each, 15 points total): Answer the following questions: True or False. Fill in the blank with the letter T in the bracket after the question stem if the answer is true, or F if the answer is false.

It's all about choice and judgment, no time-consuming and laborious discussion, not even filling in the blanks

"The number of questions is not large, I should be able to finish it..."

Percy took out his quill and began to answer, but soon discovered that it was not that simple.

The options in multiple-choice questions are extremely tricky. Two wrong answers can be eliminated quickly from the four options, but the remaining two options are difficult to decide. The similarity and correlation are very high, and it is almost necessary to sort out all the knowledge points related to the options before getting the correct answer.

"The following do not meet the definition of Muggle public transportation... Knight Bus, Express Train, Portkey, Thestral Carriage."

For the first time, Percy felt that the multiple-choice questions were more difficult than the essay questions.

The same four-option multiple-choice question should be simpler in theory, but the actual experience is only more entangled. Every time I fill in the answer, I can't help but doubt myself.

This question has three options. Is it multiple choice?

There are two options in the previous question. Did you miss one?

Percy struggled with the answers over and over again, finally reaching the last question with his tenacious willpower. He read the question stem, checked the options, and tried to eliminate them, but failed...

"Ok?"

Percy was stunned for a moment: "This question...why do all four options feel correct?"

Read the question again and check the options.

Confirm that the correct answer to this question is to select all.

"Is there a question with the first three options that you missed?"

Percy was stunned. It was already September, early autumn, and the temperature hadn't dropped significantly, but he suddenly felt cold all over.

The quill pen left a smudge of ink on the test paper, just like Professor Lewinter's dark and deep malice.

"hiss……"

The other students in the classroom had similar reactions, with gasps of shock emanating from them.

Melvin sat behind the desk, where he had an excellent view. He looked out and saw that the Ravenclaw Head Girl, Penelope Clearwater, had her eyebrows knitted together, the Ravenclaw Head Boy, Robert Hilliard, was gritting his teeth, and the red-haired Percy Weasley had a pale expression...

These are all good students. Only when they have mastered enough knowledge will they fall into deeper entanglement.

Students with weak foundation cannot see the hidden traps in the options and just choose them casually.

Fortunately, this is a fifth-grade advanced class, and most of the students here are hardworking and studious, so almost everyone is struggling.

Melvin listened to the students' sighs and appreciated their struggling expressions, and he felt a sense of satisfaction in teaching and educating.

"It's almost time."

"..."

Hearing the professor's prompt, the whole class stiffened for a moment, then quickly buried their heads in filling in the answers, answering the questions much faster because there was no time to hesitate.

The bell rang and the exam time was over.

As a professor with extremely high moral qualities, Melvin never stayed in class and never delayed the students' meals. As soon as the bell rang, he stopped the students from continuing to answer questions and used the Flying Spell to collect the papers in an instant.

The ringing ends.

The thirty advanced students in the classroom had dull expressions and lifeless eyes, with feather pens in their hands. These good students who were usually keen on checking their answers after the exam now felt physically and mentally exhausted and had no motivation.

Melvin walked out of the classroom with decisive steps, without stopping for a moment.

"Professor Lewinter."

A voice suddenly sounded from behind, a little scary.

New book recommendation period, students please give Professor Lewynter a thumbs up and read~

Chapter 36 A Friendly Exchange with Quirrell

Quirrell, the former Muggle Studies professor, stood at the side of the corridor, his hands clasped together, as if he had been waiting for a long time. Seeing him, he immediately forced an awkward smile: "Professor Lewynter, are you going to the Great Hall or back to your office? I have some questions about Muggles that I'd like to ask you, the psychology knowledge you mentioned earlier."

"..."

"Professor Lewinter?"

"Professor Quirrell, I remember you were also the Muggle Studies professor."

"I have some Muggle relatives who know some superficial Muggle knowledge, but not in-depth. After graduation, I have been hanging around in the wizarding world, so I don't really understand the in-depth knowledge and customs of Muggles."

Quirrell's voice trembled with excitement at his willingness to talk, and he stopped stuttering.

He had waited for several days for this right opportunity. Today, the bat had several classes in a row and had no time to bother him. He switched classes with Trelawney, which gave him this free time.

In order to talk to Lewinter smoothly, he specially changed his turban and the herbs in the turban before going out today.

Yes, herbs.

The Dark Lord is not an Irish leprechaun, but a ghost that exudes the breath of death all the time. In the hope of resurrecting the Dark Lord to gain power, they offer their body and soul, but they did not expect that the evil parasitism does not bring gold coins and good luck, but weakness and withering.

The ghost resides in the back of the head, constantly absorbing the flesh and magic of the living. In order to nourish the ghost, the body is on the verge of death, rotting and stinking, and the pus in the back of the head must be relieved by powerful magic potions.

Quirrell didn't know how to make potions, so he could only apply some herbal ingredients and mix in a lot of garlic and onions to cover up the smell.

He could adapt to the foul smell, but he couldn't ignore the feeling of his body constantly decaying. He could clearly feel his skin gradually softening and festering. He hid in the bathroom at night to clean his body, and the black and smelly pus made him feel terrified.

Things had developed to this point, the Dark Lord had already taken control of his soul, and Quirrell didn't even dare to have any regrets.

I can only be driven by the voice in my head.

Quirrell followed Melvin upstairs, his stuttering less intense. "I'm very interested in psychology. Last time, I heard you talk about fear. I want to overcome my own timidity and want to know how to apply this knowledge in practice... For example, the theory you used when you decorated the room last time. Can you tell me about it?"

"Oh, I can't reveal the layout of the room. Dumbledore specifically instructed me to do so..." Melvin wore a friendly, colleaguely smile, his eyes lingering on Quirrell's expression and turban. "I do have a few books I can recommend to you, just for entertainment. You know, although psychology is interesting, it's all theoretical knowledge and difficult to apply in practice."

Quirrell forced a smile.

"Look! Just like now!" Melvin stared at his face and said, "Your eyebrows are lowered, your upper eyelids are slightly raised, and the corners of your mouth are drooping. According to psychological explanation, this means that you are angry and resentful towards me."

"..."

Quirrell's face froze instantly, neither smiling nor crying, his expression looking extremely ugly.

"Avoiding my gaze now is a sign of embarrassment and guilt, a sign that you're trying to hide or escape. Turning slightly to the side with your arms stiff means you're on guard against me..."

Melvin continued his analysis, and seeing Quirrell's expression becoming increasingly grim, he suddenly changed the subject: "But how is that possible? We're just colleagues, and I only joined this year. What's there for you to be wary of?"

"That's right!" Quirrell breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's how psychology is. A lot of knowledge remains at the theoretical stage and has no practical value." Melvin said nonchalantly, "Muggles don't know Legilimency, so how can they know other people's true thoughts? By the way, do you know Legilimency?"

"Know...know."

When Quirrell met those dark and deep eyes, a chill ran down his back and his heart trembled.

He subconsciously wanted to turn away, but then he remembered his previous analysis and tried his best to restrain himself. "I... I have something else to do... I'll leave first. We... can talk later."

"Okay Professor Quirrell. Goodbye Professor Quirrell."

"Goodbye."

Melvin smiled friendly as he watched his back hurried away.

The Philosopher's Stone...

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The third floor of Hogwarts Castle.

The wooden door of the Muggle Studies office was locked.