Hogwarts: This professor is too Muggle

Melvin looked down slightly and saw that her eyes and nose were red, but it didn't look like she had been crying, more like it was from the cold wind:

"The Three Broomsticks are having a Halloween special tonight. I just came back from Hogsmeade and was planning to go to the bathroom to wash my hands before the dinner. I saw you sitting here when I passed by. Considering that the average temperature in Scotland is seven degrees Celsius lower than in London, if you continue to sit here in the wind, you will probably catch a cold tomorrow morning. Although a cold is not a serious illness for wizards, I always prefer to look at things from the Muggle perspective. Dizziness and a runny nose are very uncomfortable."

Hermione's mind was a little confused after hearing this. She blinked hard at her eyes that were sore from the wind, and her throat was blocked. "Professor, don't worry about me. I'll be back in a while."

Melvin found a stone bench nearby and sat down. He sighed, feeling a little cold. "Considering that Hogwarts doesn't have a psychological counselor, and I happen to have learned the relevant knowledge, out of my professional ethics as a professor, I can reluctantly tutor you part-time."

Hermione said nothing.

"Tell me about your experience first."

"..."

Hermione sat down beside him. Perhaps the candy from last time worked, and the little witch was willing to confide in this temporary psychological counselor.

She thought for a long time before she began to speak:

"When I first received the acceptance letter, my parents were actually reluctant to let me go to Hogwarts. It was too far from home, and I could only go home during Christmas and summer vacation. When they dropped me off at the platform, my mother was still trying to persuade me. She said I only knew how to study and couldn't get along with others. I said I could learn..."

“My mom told me that I should try to put myself in other people’s shoes, but I tried that and it didn’t seem to work.

"When chanting a mantra, the wrist should swing 15 degrees, and the mantra should be chanted in an ascending tone rather than a descending tone. These are the standard movements that the teacher emphasized. I saw that they forgot them, so I reminded them.

"Ron always fails at casting spells because he uses his brother's old wand. I think he might feel inferior because of this, and outsiders might feel uncomfortable mentioning it, so I try not to mention it. I don't understand why he still says I'm a nightmare."

Miss Granger does have issues with her emotional intelligence. In comparison, Potter, who has been living with his aunt and uncle for a long time, has performed better. Even though he has inherited the Potter family's underground vault, he has never offended others in terms of family background and money.

If you think about it, Potter may appear to be a Gryffindor, but he actually gets along well with everyone.

Except for Malfoy from Slytherin.

Melvin remained noncommittal. "Have you ever considered that this deliberate avoidance is a form of discrimination? Your attempt to avoid it has become a form of emphasis. Every time you correct other students' spells, you emphasize Weasley's wand problem, triggering resistance and anger."

"Then what should I do?"

Hermione was immediately confused: "Is pointing out his wand problem treated equally?"

"You may not realize that your behavior is actually a manifestation of anxiety," Melvin explained. "Ms. Granger, it's been three months since the start of school. I want to ask you, have you adapted to the environment of Hogwarts?"

"I..." Hermione wanted to answer in the affirmative, but she was not very confident.

"As a wizard born into a Muggle family, you grew up in a Muggle world devoid of magic. Your parents are highly educated dentists. You believe in rationality and science, and you think you will go to school like your parents and become a doctor or lawyer. It wasn't until you received the acceptance letter from Hogwarts at the age of eleven that you discovered there are wizards in this world who don't believe in science..."

Melvin paused. "You spent two months reading a large number of relevant books, accumulating a vast knowledge base. Besides your thirst for knowledge and curiosity, you also had the inherent influence of overturning your past and establishing a new self-perception."

Hermione was a little confused, as if she understood, but also as if she didn't quite understand.

"Throughout this process, you've lived in Muggle society. Aside from back-to-school shopping in Diagon Alley, you've never met real wizards. Your self-awareness is incomplete. You know you're a wizard, but you haven't fully mastered magic. Hogwarts can help you learn magic, but there's the risk of expulsion. Your pursuit of perfection and fear of making mistakes exacerbate this anxiety, so you can only seek recognition in other ways, such as by constantly correcting others and demonstrating your magical knowledge and ability."

"..."

Hermione's eyes were completely blank. This time she was sure she didn't understand anything.

She could only ask questions that she could understand: "Why don't other students have this problem?"

"Essentially, your actions stem from the anxiety and insecurity of being in an unfamiliar environment and unable to connect with those around you," Melvin asked. "Do you think other students have perfectionist tendencies, are afraid of making mistakes, and are anxious about being expelled?"

Hermione thought of her friends, who were late for the first class, did their homework carelessly, and would rather break school rules than not duel at midnight... She shook her head.

“Do other students have advanced knowledge reserves to correct others?”

"..."

"The most important point is that their self-awareness and sense of belonging to a group are not based on their wizarding identity, but on the connections with their companions and small groups."

"Then what should I do?"

"Don't try to correct and educate your friends; that's the professor's job. Just be a normal freshman, study hard in class, and play in your spare time."

Hermione stared at the moonlight on the ground, thinking for a long time, and slowly came to her senses. Only then did she realize that there was a thin layer of bubbles covering all around her. The cool evening breeze was isolated outside, but it did not affect her breathing. She didn't know what kind of magic it was.

"Thank you, Professor Lewinter."

"Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

"A little more," Hermione said truthfully.

"If you want to cry, just cry. It's best to cry until your nose and tears flow together. Crying loudly can quickly relieve depression."

Hermione: "..."

She didn't cry just now, and she won't cry now.

Melvin observed her expression and felt that it was unlikely that she would cry, which made him feel a little sorry.

There weren't many opportunities to observe this Gryffindor witch weeping bitterly up close, not to mention that she would be growing up very quickly. If it could be recorded in memory and put into the memory mirror that Wright had just made, the image would definitely be very clear.

Keep it for a few decades, and when she becomes Minister of Magic, she will broadcast it publicly. It will definitely be on the front page of wizarding newspapers.

The courtyard was quiet on a late autumn night, and a professor and a student were in different moods.

Melvin wanted to persuade them again, but suddenly turned his head to look towards the auditorium. He heard the screams of students inside, followed by the loud voice of Dumbledore with magic.

"Prefect, take the students from each house to their dormitories immediately!"

Hermione wasn't sure what was going on and looked in the direction of the sound.

The door of the auditorium was pushed open, and several prefects from different colleges led the first-year students out. Students from other grades followed closely behind, forming neat lines and walking towards the lounges of their respective colleges, with hurried steps and solemn expressions.

"What happened?"

"I don't know, maybe a troll broke into the school."

"How can it be."

Hermione felt that Professor Lewynter was always talking nonsense and was not as steady as Professor McGonagall. She continued to observe the crowd and saw Harry and Ron huddled together in the distance, whispering a few words to each other, then sneaking away from the main group and walking towards the other end of the corridor.

"What are Harry and Ron doing?

“Why don’t they go back to the dormitory with everyone?

"Why is Professor Snape going that way too?"

Hermione frowned and asked three questions in a row.

"..."

Melvin glanced around and quickly noticed the sleek-haired Snape. He watched him walk straight towards the fourth-floor corridor. "My guess, just a guess, is that there might have been an emergency at school, like a troll breaking in. They're worried about you being outside alone, so they want to go and inform you."

"Why don't they go to the professor?" Hermione continued to ask.

"That's a good question, but they are now alone and could encounter an accident at any time. To prevent your friends from falling into danger, you should take your wand and reunite with them."

"Why don't I go to the professor?"

"Good question. I suggest you hurry up. I saw Dumbledore and the professors going upstairs."

"..."

Hermione looked up at Melvin and walked forward, tugging at the Muggle Studies professor's clothes.

Chapter 42 A very gentle professor

Outside the girls' restroom.

The dim light barely illuminated the corridor, and the aisle was filled with a foul odor, similar to the smell of fermenting excrement and socks piled together.

Low muttering mixed with the sound of heavy feet pounding the stone floor.

Two first-year students hid behind a corner, only a dozen feet away from the troll, sticking half their heads out and peeking through the wall. They felt a mixture of fear, excitement, and nervousness, a complex mix that made their legs feel a little weak.

"It got into the room."

"I saw it."

"The key is in the lock." Harry murmured in a low voice, "We can lock it inside, so that we can eliminate the danger and go to find Hermione in peace."

"good idea."

"..."

The two men whispered to each other for a while, then tiptoed towards the door, leaning against the wall, fearing that the giant monster would suddenly come out waving a club. They were so nervous that their heartbeats were clearer than their footsteps.

After Harry estimated that they were about the right distance, he suddenly jumped forward, pulled out the key, and slammed the door.

The lock cylinder made a click sound and locked tightly.

"It's done!"

The two cheered, their hearts beating faster.

They defeated the troll!

It's safe now.

The two freshmen's faces flushed with excitement as they prepared to run down the aisle to find Hermione, but just after turning around and running a few steps, they saw a professor and almost bumped into him.

"Professor Lewynter."

This violation was caught red-handed.

Harry felt uneasy and quietly observed the professor's expression. "Professor, we didn't mean to break the school rules. We were looking for Hermione. Hermione wasn't in the hall during the evacuation. Lavender said she was in the girls' bathroom, so we came here to tell her about the troll."

Melvin paused for a moment. "A question, gentlemen. If the little witch you're talking about is in the bathroom, guess what room you locked the troll in just now?"

! !

Harry and Ron's brains exploded, cold sweat soaked their backs, and they had the same expression of horror on their faces.

One was a mountain giant that was over ten feet tall, and the other was a freshman that was less than four feet tall, locked in a narrow bathroom with no way to escape... The two hardly dared to think any further.

Ron was a little desperate, and said in a trembling voice: "Professor, go and save Hermione, save her!"

"Didn't you say she was a nightmare? Why did you save him now?" a female voice asked lightly.

"I'm just kidding. She's not a nightmare. She's a good student. Please save her."

Harry heard something wrong in the voice and looked behind the professor. He breathed a sigh of relief and then looked at his roommate who was almost crying. He couldn't help but feel hot in the face and reached out to pull his robe.

Ron pushed his hand away and continued to sob and tremble: "Why are you pulling me? Explain clearly to the professor and ask him to save Hermione. If anything happens to Hermione, the two of us will be accomplices of the troll. It's all my fault..."

Harry sighed helplessly, twisted his face and turned to the little witch next to him: "Look who this is."

"Hermione? Hermione!"

"..."