Hogwarts: This professor is too Muggle

Fortunately, the Wizengamot members were not fooled by her and upheld the original verdict, allowing them to have a peaceful Christmas holiday.

Kingsley Shacklebolt took a sip of his beer and sighed softly.

"If Umbridge knew about the memory mirror, it would probably cause another farce..."

This Auror was not the only one who had similar thoughts. There was also the golden reporter in the corner, Rita Skeeter, a special contributor to the Daily Prophet.

The witch sat alone at a round table in the back row. Her hairstyle was extremely elaborate, with her blonde hair fixed into stiff and strange waves, making her broad-chinned face look particularly awkward. She wore a pair of jewel-encrusted glasses on her nose, and her fingers with bright red nails held a glass of gin and tonic, sipping it in small sips.

As one of the best journalists and writers in the country and even the world, she knew all the senior officials in the Ministry of Magic. Dolores Umbridge, who was promoted to Office Director before the age of 30 and became the powerful figure in the Department of Law Enforcement, was her main focus of observation.

Always wearing pink cardigans and frilly skirts, liking pink girlish accessories, and loving fat cats wearing bows are personal preferences that can be inferred from simple observations and are superficial and useless.

More importantly, this director is domineering and self-righteous in private. She is keen on controlling her subordinates, flattering her superiors, and is good at manipulating things in the direction she wants.

This is the same as mine, but my way is more elegant and secretive, while the office director manipulates power, is clumsy and vulgar, and often makes his colleagues disgusted.

Skeeter had already investigated clearly. Umbridge had always claimed that she was born into the pure-blood Selwyn family in Wiltshire. In fact, her mother was a frivolous and sloppy Muggle, her father was just a cleaner in the Ministry of Magic, and she had a Squib brother at home.

Ms. Umbridge was a conscientious worker, but her abilities were limited. She was able to rise through the ranks by hypocritically currying favor with her superiors, taking credit for other colleagues' achievements, and slandering wizards who had made minor mistakes as serious criminals.

Skeeter has already prepared a complete and comprehensive personal biography for her, just waiting for Umbridge to fall or retire. It would be even better if she could be promoted to minister in the future. The sales of the biography will be further improved, and the name of the gold medal reporter will then spread throughout the British wizarding world, catching up with the adventurer Lockhart.

"Perhaps I can give her another credit..."

Skeeter raised his heavily painted eyebrows.

An alligator leather handbag was placed on the round table in front of him. A green shorthand quill quickly scratched across the parchment, leaving behind a string of fluent sentences:

This Shadow Mirror appears to be a completely magical artifact, but any wizard with even a passing knowledge of Muggle Studies can see that it's an imitation of Muggle television. I won't delve into the deeper intentions behind this imitation, but even the slightest observation reveals that the Shadow Mirror's influence, like a vast net, has quietly enveloped the entire British wizarding community, desperately awaiting the intervention of knowledgeable wizards...

……

The next day, the day of rework.

Deep underground in Whitehall, London.

The Prime Minister's Office had not yet fully resumed operations and was not busy, so Kingsley had time to return to the Ministry of Magic and attend the morning meeting of the Department of Law Enforcement after the holiday.

Green flames continued to rise from the fireplace outside the round hall, and the wizards who arrived by Apparation always made crisp air explosions. The staff of various departments had basically returned to work, and the footsteps of hundreds of male and female wizards were chaotic, with the unique lifeless expressions of returning to work after the holidays.

The golden elevator carried staff to various departments. Except for the interrogation room and the Department of Mysteries on the ground floor, the other floors gradually became lively.

"Second floor, Law Enforcement Division..."

Many wizards thought the female voice was too cold, but Kingsley thought it was good and more in line with the temperament of the wizarding government.

Walk out of the elevator and go straight through the corridor. Turn right at the end of the road and push open the two heavy oak doors. You will find the Auror office. Although it is called an office, it is actually an open area separated by wooden boards. Ordinary Aurors work in the cubicles. Continue walking forward and you will reach the meeting room.

The Law Enforcement Department holds a morning meeting at the end of each holiday. Representatives from various offices within the department attend the meeting to report on the cases handled by the staff on duty during the holiday. Most of them are cases where drunk wizards use magic to send themselves or their relatives to St. Mungo's Hospital. There has been no trouble in ten years.

Entering the conference room, Kingsley glanced around. The meeting hadn't even begun yet, but most of the staff had arrived, save for Umbridge and Madam Bones, Head of the Department of Law Enforcement. He quietly greeted his colleagues and sat down with the trainee Auror who was recording the meeting, rather than with his immediate superior, Rufus Scrimgeour.

Sitting at the end of the round table was a playful and lively witch with bright pink hair and black, shining eyes that darted around, examining the captain with a rude look.

Nymphadora Tonks grinned, "Captain, you're here."

"Ah."

Kingsley glanced at her notebook, which showed a pink figure blowing a gum bubble. The boss chuckled softly. "How was the Auror training session?"

Tonks sighed, her expression melancholy. "It's terrible. I failed the stealth test twice in a row. Mad-Eye said he could spot me with one eye closed."

"Which eye should I close? Wouldn't it be fair to leave the evil eye behind?"

"That's what I asked," Tonks agreed. "Then he assigned me to be the assistant to that pink toad during the rotation. Mad-Eye said that as long as I stayed in Umbridge's office for three months, Merlin would let me pass the stealth test."

Kingsley laughed. "I agree with him. Your most important job for the next three months is to try not to attract Umbridge's attention."

"It should be over for today. I have to report to her separately after the meeting."

Tonks turned a page in her notebook, which contained neatly written matters accumulated during the holiday: Willy Weathersing had cast a spell on the toilet seat of a Muggle public restroom, causing a Muggle's butt to be bitten into seven pieces; a batch of antique furniture was found in Knockturn Alley, and it was suspected that a Dark wizard had stolen and sold the stolen goods...

They were all trivial matters, but the last one caught Kingsley's eye: "Gold medal reporter Skeeter reports: Memory mirrors have appeared in taverns across the country, suspected of imitating Muggle products, and may have uncontrollable effects..."

The handwriting was fresh, as if it had been added just this morning. Kingsley looked away and fell into thought.

Last night at the pub, he also thought that Umbridge might make a fuss about this new thing, so he asked about it while chatting with old Tom and learned that it was a new toy created by the Hogwarts professor.

Considering Dumbledore's relationship, he decided to help the professor first and communicate with the headmaster later.

So the Auror Captain and the trainee Auror started chatting.

"Tonks, Umbridge was recently promoted. Do you think she has completely taken over the Improper Use of Magic Office?"

"Well...even though I hate this person, to be honest, she manages things pretty well."

"No, Tonks, if she takes over the office completely, things won't be good. Given Umbridge's desperate nature to gain credit, her meddling in specific matters will only cause chaos in the Department of Law Enforcement. Remember the minor incident of the magic tea set leaking last time? It was she who spread the rumor that caused wizards everywhere to talk about the impending danger to the wizarding world..." Kingsley's voice was calm and steady. "Do you want to see her continue like this?"

"Of course not, Captain, what do I need to do?"

"Don't report anything that can't be determined yet to her, and don't let her see any unfounded news."

"What if she asks? What if she wants to see it herself?"

"Remember your stealth training? If you don't want to be discovered, you need to make the surroundings more conspicuous to attract the target's attention. You have to make sure Umbridge has no time to notice other things. Fill her schedule and find things for her to do. Let her review documents and patrol around. She likes to talk about her achievements, so let her spend her time dealing with ministers, pure-blood families, and reporters..."

After receiving guidance from the senior Auror Captain, trainee assistant Tonks was deeply shocked and hurriedly wrote down the key points on parchment.

Is this Muggle political wisdom?

Learned, learned...

……

Hogwarts also returns to school today.

Hermione was packing her luggage in the dormitory.

She changed into new pajamas, took out the wizard robes for spring and summer from the box, hung them on hangers and put them in the closet. In the end, only some candies and a few medical toothpastes were left in the box. They were Christmas gifts for her roommate and for the professor. Her parents said that she could make friends in the new school and she needed to thank these people for helping her.

The 12-year-old little witch sighed silently.

It’s very convenient for my roommate, he can send it out when he comes back in the evening.

How do I send it to Professor McGonagall and Professor Lewynter?

Besides, which normal student would give toothpaste as a gift?

"Ugh……"

With mixed feelings, Hermione left the dormitory and went downstairs to the auditorium to attend the opening dinner.

……

The carefully decorated Christmas tree in the auditorium was moved to the courtyard, surrounding the frozen central fountain. Some holly branches and ribbons were still left on the dome and corridors, and the school seemed to become lively all of a sudden.

After a relatively long Christmas vacation, the students were looking forward to the start of school and excitedly talked about what happened during the vacation.

"My distant aunt came to visit us this year. I didn't expect that even she, a French wizard, knew Harry's name. Do you know why?"

"why why?"

"Because the Three Broomsticks are showing images of their match!"

"And the Leaky Cauldron. It was on the front page of the newspapers. My dad and grandad went to see it every night and my grandma beat them up for it."

"..."

Sitting in the guest of honor seat, Melvin was reading the Daily Prophet with great interest. Special reporter Rita Skeeter's article was inevitably a bit extreme in order to stir up emotions, but some paragraphs did hit the key points. This illegal Animagus had not systematically studied communication knowledge, but her professional experience had accumulated some almost intuitive instincts.

Maybe I can ask her for help with publicity in the future.

Just as I was thinking about cooperating with the reporter, several senior students, all Quidditch players, walked up to me. Led by Cedric, they stood in front of me with a smile and said, "Professor Lewynter, we're here to thank you."

"Oh? Thank me for something?" Melvin closed the newspaper.

"Thanks to your mirror, Professor, many team managers have seen our game videos and sent us tryout invitations," Cedric explained briefly. "Me, Roger from Ravenclaw, Captain Wood from Gryffindor, and Flint from Slytherin..."

Flint is the captain of Slytherin. He is tall and strong, has buck teeth, and looks very unfriendly. At this moment, he tried hard to force a smile at the professor, but he still looked a little scary.

Although he lost the match against Gryffindor, his rough and wild tactics were noticed by the Argentine team, who said that they were very suitable for their strangulation tactics and invited him to join the youth national team for trials.

“We are all very grateful to the professor.”

"It's because you guys are so good at playing football."

Melvin smiled and talked to them about the situation, and reminded them that they should study hard now and consider their professional career after graduation. He also got the contact information of several teams.

Watching the students return to the long college table, looking to both sides, Hagrid was whispering with Professor Kettleburn, the other three deans were chatting and laughing about the team's broom change, only Professor Snape was sitting alone on the side, and Professor Quirrell was still absent.

Melvin looked up at the magic dome. It was a dark and windy night, not a good day.

Dumbledore noticed his worry and turned to him and said, "Don't worry, I have already spoken with the centaur elders and the unicorn leader. The centaurs will send people to patrol the Forbidden Forest every night. The unicorns are safe."

"What about Quirrell?"

"The only thing we can do is ask Harry and the others to speed up their investigation..."

Dumbledore paused for a moment, then looked him in the eye sincerely. "We need a professor to secretly help guide their investigation. Who do you think would be most suitable?"

Melvin couldn't understand his look and turned away, just in time to see three freshmen talking together at the Gryffindor table.

The little witch frowned, as if complaining that the two boys were only interested in playing and hadn't found any clues during the entire holiday.

The other two students who stayed on campus looked helpless but were unable to refute.

Chapter 61: Group Fights and Helping Out

The new semester dinner was sumptuous and the ghosts' performances were clumsy and funny, except for Dumbledore's weird jokes which were not funny at all.

The little wizards all had a great time.

After eating and drinking, they returned to the common room together.

Slytherin Flint and Warrington walked together. The captain was asking Professor Lewynter about his Muggle Studies class and whether those anecdotes were true. He was asking if he could still attend advanced classes for the next two years if he passed his Ordinary Wizarding Levels, even though he was already in his fifth year. Warrington was silent. Considering Flint's grades were near the bottom of his class, he actually admired the captain's willingness to think this way.

George and Fred were pestering Captain Wood, trying to figure out which team was so blind as to invite a mediocre goalkeeper instead of the twin Beaters. Harry and Ron walked nearby, watching them playfully, wondering if he had a chance of getting invited. He figured becoming a professional Quidditch player after graduation wouldn't be a bad idea.

Hermione touched the medical toothpaste in her pocket and walked behind to block Professor Lewinter.

Lavender and Parvati wanted to follow and see, but were sent back by Hermione.

In the main guest seat in the auditorium, Melvin stood up and walked slowly at the back, looking at the school's magic dome. He thought about the task assigned by the principal and how to guide the little witches without leaving any trace.

"Professor Lewinter."