Hogwarts: This professor is too Muggle

"..."

Quirrell was a little annoyed.

If he didn't know that the stupid guy was not very smart, he would have suspected that Hagrid was deliberately teasing him. What dragon, what hound, what he wanted to talk about was the three-headed dog!

He suppressed his emotions and continued to guide, "I think ordinary hounds are definitely not suitable for dragon herding dogs. At least their size is not up to standard. Are there any dogs that are larger, almost comparable to fire dragons?"

The gamekeeper pondered for a moment, his drunken mind turning. He replied earnestly and carefully, "Ya Ya could be a dragon herder for a Hungarian Horntail, a smaller dragon, or any other young dragon."

"..."

Quirrell clenched his hands into fists behind his back, suppressing the impulse in his heart.

For the next ten minutes or so, Quirrell tried to steer the conversation towards the three-headed dog from various angles, trying to extract information, but Hagrid's focus always remained on the dragon and his dragon-herding dog.

"Don't mention the fire dragon anymore!"

Quirrell finally couldn't stand it anymore and roared in a low voice.

But at that moment, the gamekeeper turned to look at him, slowly squatted down, and asked sincerely, "Why can't we mention fire dragons? Don't you like fire dragons? They're so cute. How about the Swedish Short-Snout Dragon? The Welsh Green Dragon? The Ukrainian Iron Belly?"

"..."

Quirrell could no longer suppress the impulse in his heart. He took out his wand and cast a Confusion Charm at the drunkard.

Hagrid finally calmed down and leaned against the wall stupidly, his eyes dull and his expression confused.

"call……"

Quirrell finally felt relieved.

Finally, I don't have to continue talking to that stupid drunkard.

The Dark Lord was just too cautious, saying something about the possibility of giant blood, and the spell he cast might be ineffective. He was just a gamekeeper without a wand, only slightly better than Filch, the Squib, who would be obedient after being hit with a Confounding Charm.

"Tell me, what is the three-headed dog's weakness?"

Hagrid stared at the masked wizard in front of him with dull eyes, opened his mouth and burped at him, his breath mixed with the stench of alcohol and stomach acid.

Quirrell's cloak and mask could not block the stench. After inhaling a little, his vision suddenly went dark and he almost vomited on the spot. He was almost suffocating.

Uncontrollable malice surged in his heart. He had never had such a strong premonition that this Imperius Curse would definitely work. Quirrell raised his wand and shouted angrily:

[Soul leaving body]

Undisguised malice transformed into magic power and condensed at the tip of the wand. Some ominous curse was brewing.

Two bright white lights flashed out from the back door of the tavern.

The whistling sound of breaking through the air was piercing, the energy rolled up the snow, and the moonlight illuminated the snow, like waves rising and emptying in the narrow alley.

Two snowballs came one after the other and arrived in front of the hybrid giant in an instant.

A snowball knocked the wand crooked, and another hit the head under the hood, making a sound with a crisp top note and a dull aftertaste.

Hagrid murmured, "The dragon is breathing fire."

Compared to the half-giant who was expelled from school and had his wand broken before graduation, Wright, the former Unspeakable who graduated with excellent grades and worked in the Ministry of Magic for several years, is more knowledgeable. The elective course professor next to him, who hurriedly condensed a snowball to attack after seeing the Imperius Curse, is definitely the top dueling wizard.

When the Imperius Curse sounded, he activated Snowball, casting the spell silently and without a wand. It was launched the moment the Imperius Curse ended. He was the first to arrive, and was not inferior to many senior Aurors of the Ministry of Magic.

The powerful impact knocked the masked wizard away and he fell headfirst into the thick snow.

Fortunately, the wand was still in his hand. Quirrell gripped the wand tightly, pressed his temples and struggled to stand up. His head was splitting with pain, and he could even hear the Dark Lord whispering in his ears:

"You...you! You must pay for this!"

Melvin and Wright cast their eyes over there.

The two ropes broke through the snow, like a poisonous snake that had been accumulating energy for a long time and biting its prey, with a terrifying sound.

Wright retreated and hid in the back door of the tavern. He was worried that this foreign wizard was not familiar with the British black magic, and wanted to invite him to hide in with him:

"Melvin, be careful! This is the dark magic version of 'Quick Imprisonment', a masterpiece created by dark wizards three hundred years ago. These thick ropes not only bind and imprison, but will also entangle anyone who gets close. You could be hanged to death, or strangled like a python..."

Melvin narrowed his eyes, estimated the paths of the two ropes, and muttered: [Huge Obstacles]

More than a dozen invisible obstacles blocked the two ropes released by the masked wizard. Even if he penetrated the obstacles one after another, he could not continue and fell into the snow. The magic power was cut off and the ropes dissipated.

The hooded dark wizard jumped out of the snow, and the two ropes were broken. He knew that he could not deal with Professor Lewinter in a short time, so he wanted to retreat immediately, but the splitting pain in his head made him unwilling to give up. He grasped his wand and communicated with the Dark Lord, wanting to teach him a lesson.

Perhaps it was one of the snowballs that hit him right in the back of the head, and the Dark Lord unexpectedly agreed.

Quirrell pointed his wand at the figure and heard a muffled spell from the back of his head, and suddenly a brand new rope shot out.

The rope swung taut and leaped from the air towards the back door of the tavern, leaving an arc. Three strands of brown hemp rope were twisted together, and the surface looked like neat and dense snake scales, emitting a dark glow, cutting through the cold air. If you listened carefully, it sounded like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue.

Quirrell sneered to himself twice, then turned and left without hesitation, though his head was still a little dizzy and his body was staggering.

Melvin tried to block it with an obstacle again, but this time the rope was attached with a strange magical power. With a slight touch, the barrier constructed with the magic power melted.

He immediately changed his strategy, giving up on using illusory magical defense and instead intercepting the rope from a physical level. He stared straight at the rope, his eyes wide open and his pupils constricted, able to see every texture on the hemp rope.

"What are you standing there for?!"

Wright was anxious as he watched. This black magic was obviously more dangerous than the previous two. Melvin's mind was affected by the black magic. He reached into his inner shirt pocket, ready to save the young professor in the critical moment.

Just as the black hemp rope was about to hit him, the surrounding space seemed to change.

Wright heard a slight splash of water and his vision blurred for a moment, but when he looked carefully, it seemed that nothing was different.

Under the bright moonlight, a hazy mist appeared out of nowhere, consisting of countless crystal clear water beads, emitting a faint glow.

The water particles condensed into water droplets little by little, which attached to the surface of the hemp rope and quickly turned into white frost. The white frost covered the rope layer by layer and condensed into ice. The whole process seemed long, but it actually only took the blink of an eye.

The rope was frozen by the ice and suspended in the air like a magical ice sculpture. Melvin waved his hand, and the ice sculpture made a fine and crisp cracking sound and shattered instantly, and the hemp rope inside was turned into powder.

But Melvin did not stop. These ice crystal powders were controlled by Transfiguration and turned into an ice ball. With the sound of whistling wind, it shot towards the masked wizard who was fleeing far away.

The figure flew backwards, fell into a snowdrift farther away, and disappeared completely.

Is this the student who dropped out of Ilvermorny?

Wright, looking dazed, sighed, "Dumbledore shouldn't have hired you as a Muggle Studies professor, he should have hired you as a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. With dueling skills like that, you'd at least win the championship in your age group in a dueling tournament."

Melvin didn't bother to pay attention to him. He went forward to check on Hagrid and found that he was just drunk and asleep. He waved to Wright behind him and said, "I'll take Hagrid back first. As for the shadow mirror, tell old Tom that we'll meet at the Leaky Cauldron at 7 o'clock tomorrow night."

"understood."

……

Melvin left Hogsmeade and walked slowly towards the school. A layer of transparent bubble film floated on his body. Snowflakes fell, and when they were about to land on his body by an inch, they were gently deflected, as if pushed away by a gentle force.

Because he was with the drunk Hagrid, Melvin did not Apparate, but chose to walk and sort out his thoughts.

The snow intertwined and surged like a long silver snake. The half-blood giant was lifted up and suspended above the snow. The moonlight fell on his body, like a cobra's neck.

Looking back at the battle just now, the first two ropes clearly showed Quirrell's true level. His black magic seemed fierce, but his skills and magic needed to be improved. Even the malice in his heart seemed not pure enough because of his cowardice. In fact, it was just that.

The black rope at the back was obviously different. The magic attached to it was eerie and evil, and extremely tricky. It was obviously the work of Voldemort.

Magic is the product of a wizard's soul and body. Voldemort is just a ghost without a physical body, like a dead tree without roots, which can only consume Quirrell's life to generate magic.

He was already being corroded by the breath of death, and the situation now would only be worse. If Quirrell had wanted to resurrect Voldemort before, he should now consider maintaining his own life.

The Forbidden Forest was densely wooded and covered in deep snow. The paths in the forest were already buried in the snow. There was no light in the cabin, so they could only follow the footprints left by the half-blood giant on the road that morning.

"Wang Wang..."

Before he even entered the vegetable garden cleared by the game keeper, the hunting dog Yaya came out to greet him.

This black and gray Neapolitan Mastiff was particularly conspicuous in the snow. It ran over excitedly with its tail wagging, but failed to wake Hagrid up. Instead, it smelled the stench of alcohol on him and immediately turned away in disgust, howling as it wandered around Melvin's feet.

Melvin carried Hagrid to the wooden bed in the house, covered him with a plush blanket made of some unknown animal, and turned to leave.

Yaya crawled over, pulled at his shoes with one paw, looked up at him, his eyes dark and bright, and made a whimpering sound in his throat, sounding a little pitiful. The other paw pointed at the dog bowl in the corner - it was empty.

Chapter 57 Late Night Conversation

Melvin sat by the fire, looking at the hound wolfing down its food bowl, and fell silent.

"Hululu..."

"Clap clap clap..."

Yaya was concentrating on enjoying his dinner with his head buried in his rice bowl, which was a broth that Melvin had made with a few ingredients from the cabin.

Take a piece of bacon hanging on the wall and shred it into meat strips. Take a few rock cakes that have been frozen as hard as iron in the cupboard and break them into small pieces with the splitting spell. Add water and put them in the pot to cook together. You will get a pot of salty and fragrant thick soup.

It has meat, salt, carbohydrates, and it's served piping hot.

"Aww..."

Yaya took the time to look at Melvin, licked around his mouth with her pink tongue, nudged his calf with her head, rubbed it twice, and then buried her head to continue eating.

"Eat it quickly, or it will get cold."

Melvin rubbed its head, rubbed its teeth a few times, and narrowed his eyes in satisfaction.

"Hululu..."

Yaya finished up a small pot of meat pie soup and licked the soup on the edge of the dog bowl. Melvin wanted to give it another bowl, but there was still some left in the pot. However, Yaya didn't want to eat it and lay on the ground with his belly exposed, groaning.

Then keep it as food for tomorrow.

Melvin used a cleaning spell to dispel the smell, confirmed that the cabin was well ventilated, added two more pieces of firewood to the stove, and then slowly got up and left.

Seeing that he was about to leave, Yaya didn't care about her bloated belly, and quickly got up, howling and leading the way, until she sent him out of the forbidden forest before returning to the house.

After a few hours of traveling back and forth, it was already lights-out time in the castle.

Melvin looked up at the dim lights coming through the windows.

Only a few windows were still lit, such as Professor McGonagall's office, the Defense Against the Dark Arts office, the abandoned classroom next to the library on the second floor, the Gryffindor common room, and the headmaster's office where a figure was still faintly moving...

Ten minutes later.

Principal's office.

A cup of hot cocoa with four sugar cubes on it steamed on the desk, and a phoenix pecked at its perch. Behind the desk sat the current president, and on the wall hung a list of past presidents, all of them silently listening to the young professor recount his experiences tonight.

Hogwarts was founded nearly a thousand years ago. It has heard of all kinds of evil and cruel dark wizards, and even trained many famous dark wizards recorded in books. Every headmaster has to deal with several dark wizard cases every few years while in office. Dumbledore's achievements are the most brilliant. Before he officially took over as headmaster, he defeated Grindelwald, the leader of the Witch Party, and ushered in the Dark Lord again more than ten years ago. He saved the wizarding world twice, and his achievements are almost comparable to those of the four founders.

The portraits of previous headmasters were actually not interested in the dark wizard who suddenly appeared in Hogsmeade, but they found that Dumbledore, who had the best record, was listening attentively and seemed to take it very seriously, so the portraits of the headmasters perked up and became serious.

Melvin sniffed the aroma of hot cocoa and finished recounting his experiences tonight.