Hogwarts: This professor is too Muggle

Hermione stood in front of the professor, seeing that he seemed lost in thought. She subconsciously called out to him, felt the toothpaste in her pocket, and still felt that this gift was too strange. She stammered, "During the holidays, I told my parents about school. They asked me to thank you and even prepared..."

The little witch was halfway through her words when the second half became unclear. She took out a tube of medical toothpaste and handed it to him, then turned her head away silently to avoid his sight.

"Granger...never mind, I'll just call you Hermione."

Melvin thought about this and ruffled the little witch's hair. He took the toothpaste and put it in his pocket. He also took out a few boxes of chocolate frogs and said, "Thank your parents for me. These are my return gifts."

The little witch's head swayed slightly along with her hands. She looked at the pile of chocolate frog boxes with a confused expression. She lowered her head to look at the pocket of her coat and fell silent.

Hermione took the candy from the professor in a daze, and only realized after she had walked away that she had forgotten to ask Professor Nicolas Flamel about it.

Holding a few boxes of chocolate frogs, Hermione returned to the common room. There was still some time before lights out, so she found two friends at the round table by the window.

"Did you notice that Professor Quirrell is absent again?" Harry sorted out the information he had gathered. "He obviously didn't leave school during the holidays, but he missed almost all the banquets. I wonder if I can see him in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class tomorrow?"

"I don't know if I can see him..."

Ron collapsed on the sofa after eating and drinking, his blood concentrated in his stomach and intestines, his mind was empty, and he didn't care what Harry said at all, just repeating it stupidly.

"There must be something hidden in this!" Hermione sat down at the round table, placing the Chocolate Frog on the table. "It would be great if we could find out who Nicolas Flamel is."

"It would be nice if we could find Nicolas Flamel..."

Ron stopped halfway through repeating, his unfocused eyes immediately focused on a pile of unopened chocolate frogs. He pretended to look away, but his peripheral vision remained glued to the packaging.

"Professor Lewynter gave it to me," Hermione explained briefly. She divided a few boxes between the two of them and left a few for her roommate. She then went back to the story of Nicolas Flamel. "I feel like I've heard that name somewhere before. It feels familiar."

"It feels familiar..." Ron continued to repeat, this time with a more excited tone.

Harry, on the other hand, was examining the candy normally. "I've searched all the famous wizards of modern and contemporary times, but I can't find this name. He could just be an ordinary wizard. How can I find him?"

"Maybe an ordinary wizard..."

Ron was absent-minded, his attention focused on the Chocolate Frog. He slowly took out the picture and prayed devoutly that it was the rare Agrippa card that he didn't have. But when he saw that it was the common Dumbledore card, he was disappointed.

Just as he was about to give way to Harry, he accidentally glanced at the introduction below and exclaimed in a low voice, "I know where I've seen it!"

"Albus Dumbledore, the current headmaster of Hogwarts, whose contributions include defeating the dark wizard Grindelwald and his significant achievements in alchemy with his partner Nicolas Flamel..."

After reading the introduction, Hermione was happy to find the clue, but also a little confused.

Is this a coincidence, or...

……

Monday, morning.

In the morning, there was Muggle Studies class for seventh graders. The classroom did not have any magical teaching aids and looked very ordinary.

The classroom was illuminated by candles hanging from the ceiling. The orange flame burned quietly in the fireplace, making it warm and a little stuffy. The glass windows were covered with mist, leaving a thin gap for ventilation.

There are not many students in the advanced class, and they are all familiar with each other. The novel courses in the previous few months have made their relationship closer. Half an hour before the class starts, almost all of them are there, whispering to each other and chatting about recent interesting things.

The neighbor next door sent himself to the hospital, a sea monster appeared in the Caribbean, a fire dragon appeared in Romania, a tryout invitation came from a sports team, and mirrors appeared in wizard taverns all over the world...

As seventh-year students, they would become adult wizards after graduation. A few perceptive students had already noticed that there was a clear boundary between the school and the outside world. Even though the principal was hailed as the greatest wizard of the contemporary era, it was difficult to hear positive news about him outside the school. The four deans were all top figures in their respective fields, but their names only appeared in a few professional journals, not to mention other elective course professors.

There seems to be an imperceptible force limiting Hogwarts' external influence.

The students felt an indescribable sense of freshness as they could actually hear news about Professor Lewinter during the holidays, and that it had a real impact on their relatives and friends.

Melvin walked into the classroom carrying some materials, wearing a crisp black windbreaker that was somewhat similar in style to a robe, and the students gradually quieted down.

"Before the new semester begins, I have something to say." Melvin spoke at an even pace, a smile lingering in his voice. "Last year, we successfully completed four rounds of review. We learned what we needed to learn, memorized what we needed to memorize, did the exercises, and wrote the papers. We endured almost all the hardships we needed to endure. I believe that you will all be able to successfully obtain your certificates for the level exams, unless someone is attacked by a dark wizard with a forgetfulness spell during the holidays."

There was loud laughter in the classroom.

"Talk about something unrelated to the exam.

"I know that some of you will inherit your family's business after graduation, or work for the Ministry of Magic as arranged by your family. If your parents run a restaurant or grocery store, you will also run a restaurant or grocery store. If your parents are the director or chief of a department in the Ministry of Magic, you will also become a director or chief, get married and have children in a few years, live a happy life, and pass this on to your next generation..."

"I have no intention of judging whether these phenomena are right or wrong, nor do I think you who are involved in them need to be held responsible for them.

Melvin raised his voice slightly to suppress the noise in the classroom: "Actually, compared to Muggle Studies, I think History of Magic might be more suitable for me. The current History of Magic simply records the history of magical creatures. The textbooks only contain objective but boring information. Wizards have not yet developed a historical perspective. There are many things worth discussing here.

"However, Professor Binns has no intention of retiring anytime soon, and I, being lazy by nature, don't want to delve into the vast and complex research of historical materials. So, in the next six months, when I have more time, I would like to present to you some simple and interesting, yet profound Muggle content."

"Professor, you said the same thing last year!" Alastair Chastin shouted with a smile. He was the captain of Hufflepuff. He was average at playing football but had a cheerful personality. He was currently training Cedric to take over.

"This year it's for real, I promise," Melvin promised with a smile.

Time is precious for seventh-grade students, so the young professor hurriedly finished his opening remarks and began reviewing holiday homework.

A few students were lazy during the holidays and showed signs of being perfunctory in their homework. Melvin did not criticize them directly, but only made a few jokes in class.

Five minutes before the bell rings,

Melvin ended the get out of class early to give this group of graduates some convenience, and he didn't have to squeeze in the corridors and stairs with other students.

When he reached the corner of the stairs, Melvin saw Hagrid sneaking down the stairs with his neck hunched. His moleskin coat was wrapped around several thick books, and words such as "dragon", "breeding", and "hatching" could be seen on the spines of the books.

The half-giant, over eight feet tall, was sneaking around in a comical way, making him even more conspicuous than usual.

Hagrid turned and saw the young professor, and greeted him cheerfully, "Melvin, do you want to go for a drink sometime?"

"Let's drink later. By the way, why did you suddenly want to read?"

"Uh..." Hagrid looked away guiltily and quickened his pace down the stairs, "I suddenly feel interested in reading. Goodbye."

Professor Quirrell is also taking action.

Melvin chuckled softly and was about to continue downstairs when he heard a commotion in the hallway.

……

"Class is... dismissed."

Professor Quirrell at the podium had a sallow and pale complexion. He had lost a lot of weight due to a serious illness, but his skin was still swollen due to swelling. His face was stained with soy sauce, and his purple headscarf was also stained with soy sauce, as if it had not been washed for a long time. When he heard the bell, he hurriedly announced the end of get out of class and left the classroom without paying attention to the spell he had not yet finished.

Many students speculated that the professor might be absent, but they didn't expect that the Defense Against the Dark Arts class went on as usual. However, the stench on Professor Quirrell was even stronger. It happened to be winter and the classroom was poorly ventilated in order to maintain the temperature. After a long class, the whole classroom was filled with an indescribable stench, like the smell of rotten and fermented mutton, covered up by many strong-smelling herbs and spices, making it impossible to open your eyes.

Hearing the signal for the end of get out of class, the first-year students fled the classroom as if relieved. They wanted to go to the courtyard to get some fresh air before the next Potions class.

Only Neville Longbottom lagged behind, slowly packing his things.

He found that if he slowed down and repeated things more often, he would be less likely to forget things. Whether it was textbook knowledge or a list of commands, he could remember them all if he slowed down.

Neville still used the old wand, which always felt sluggish when casting spells, but it was barely enough. He put the old wand into the pocket inside the lining of his robe, clipped the list of passwords into the textbook, and put it into his schoolbag together with the notebook, and put the wrinkled candy wrapper into his coat pocket.

Neville stood up and found that he was the only one left in the classroom. He turned his head to look out the window and found that it was a good day today. The sun was hanging in the clear sky in the morning, making the clouds and snow shine. The sunlight cast spots of light on the walnut desks through the window, and the whole classroom was bright.

His mood suddenly brightened because of the rare good weather in winter.

Neville picked up his bag and walked out. As soon as he walked out of the classroom, he almost bumped into two people who were fatter than him. Fortunately, he was slow and stopped in time. He looked up and saw that they were Goyle and Crabbe from Slytherin. Standing next to them was a boy with platinum hair, neatly dressed and somewhat noble. It was Malfoy.

Their expressions were unfriendly.

Draco Malfoy raised his chin, his eyes arrogant: "Look who this is? The Squib of the Longbottom family. He stayed in the classroom for so long. He likes the stench in the classroom, right?"

"..."

Neville pretended not to hear anything and walked away from them.

Draco became even angrier when he saw him like this. It was him who caused him to fall from mid-air during the flying lesson last semester. His flying experience was more profound than Potter's. If it weren't for that accident, he might be a player recruited by the team now, and the broadcasts in pubs across the country would be of him leading the team to victory.

[Legs stand stiff and dead]

Neville turned around when he heard the voice. His classmate with an angry expression raised his wand with the tip pointing at his chest, and a small red light burst out.

Neville had heard of this little evil curse before, and watched it sink into his chest. Then his legs were pressed together tightly by a huge force that came out of nowhere, and the whole person fell straight forward.

In fact, he felt nothing in his heart. His eyes swept across the winter sky outside the window. He still felt that the weather was very good. It was just an insignificant little evil curse. Once they were far away, he could cast the curse to break it himself.

Crabbe and Goyle grinned, and Draco, with a mocking look on his face, felt that this ridiculous and embarrassed appearance declared their victory. He deliberately walked to his side, kicked his fallen shoulder bag, paused for a moment among the books and lists scattered on the ground, and stepped on the crumpled candy wrapper twice.

It was no harm, just an insulting gesture. The three Slytherins didn't think there was anything wrong with it, nor did they think that this behavior was more excessive than a curse.

But Neville, who was lying on the ground, suddenly looked up and stared at them.

Draco felt like he was being stared at by a lion. He panicked a little and pretended to be calm, preparing to turn around and leave.

Neville, who was lying on the ground, did not remove the spell from himself. Instead, he bent his legs to regain his center of gravity, climbed up and made a half-squatting jump. He kicked his legs and jumped up instantly, leaning his upper body forward slightly, making a flying pounce.

He clenched his right fist, raised it high, and swung it in a neat arc.

The fist hit Draco's left cheek, and his thin body was blown away and fell to the ground like a top. Half of his face was swollen on the spot, and his snot and tears flowed uncontrollably.

Crabbe and Goyle were stunned for a moment, then saw Neville pressing on Draco and about to throw a punch, so they quickly rushed towards Neville, and the four of them immediately started fighting.

"what!"

There was a scream from the side aisle.

Harry and the others who had returned from taking a breath opened their eyes wide to see the three Slytherins beating Neville alone. The little wizards from Gryffindor hardly thought about it. Seamus and Dean screamed and went up to help. Lavender and Parvati threw their hair back, rolled up their sleeves and rushed forward immediately.

Hermione gave some advice, but seeing her friends suffer, she subconsciously picked up the Charms textbook.

Pansy Parkinson from Slytherin saw Draco being kicked by Harry and rushed over screaming, followed by Millicent, Daphne and others.

The peaceful corridor suddenly turned into a battlefield, with new students joining the battle every few minutes.

……

Melvin and Professor McGonagall arrived at the scene one after another, and saw this scene: the students who were watching the fun were gathered in a circle, and almost all the first-year students from Gryffindor and Slytherin were standing inside, with bruised faces and noses, their hair pulled out like an owl shed, and their magic robes askew.

"I've been at Hogwarts for so many years, and I've never... never seen such a vicious fight!"

Professor McGonagall was so angry that she couldn't speak clearly. Her black-framed glasses flashed with a glare that almost spitted fire. "How dare you! How dare you!"

"Deduction of points! Confinement!

"Everyone must be locked up!"

Professor Snape, who arrived late, had no objection to this. He looked at the fighting students coldly with no expression on his face.

These injuries were nothing to the wizards, and Melvin did not think the situation was serious, and even found it amusing.

If I saw it correctly, the little witch left clear footprints on Pansy and Millicent's backs, and she even kicked them again when the professor arrived.

She is worthy of being the little witch of Gryffindor.

The Sorting Hat was right.

Chapter 62: Malfoy and Longbottom's Past (5k)

Muggle Studies Professor's office.