Hogwarts: This professor is too Muggle

Melvin was looking through the notice distributed by the vice-headmaster to all teachers and students in the school. The group fight last week was so serious that Professor McGonagall was furious. This notice was posted in the common rooms of each college, on the bulletin board outside the auditorium, and a copy was mailed to each student's parents.

"Several Gryffindor and Slytherin students engaged in a brawl during recess. This behavior seriously violated school rules and had a negative impact...

"After discussion and discussion by the Headmaster and the Headmaster, Gryffindor and Slytherin Houses will be reprimanded and the students involved will be given weekend detention as punishment.

"I hope other students can learn from this and study hard and strictly abide by all rules and regulations..."

For a whole week, parents' shouting letters could be heard in the school auditorium every morning and evening. The sound was deafening and more stimulating than coffee.

Melvin learned a lot of British wizarding slang, which was indeed more elegant than the Howlers of Ilvermorny, but it also inevitably involved some words like shit, piss and fart. In order to protect his hearing and appetite, he recently had the house elves deliver meals to the office, and used the time saved to study magic.

As the Shadow Mirror spread to wizard taverns across the country, Melvin Lewyn's name appeared on the front page of the Daily Prophet many times. Although it was unclear why the beetle reporter favored him, it did not prevent Melvin from expressing his gratitude to her.

Melvin put down the parchment, grasped his wand, squinted his eyes and felt the magic flowing through his body.

The influence of newspapers gradually became apparent. Thousands of wizards on the British island had chanted his name, and thus developed a secret and subtle connection with him. A small number of wizards experienced emotional fluctuations, and these emotions gave rise to unknowable changes, crossing the mountains and turning into his weak but continuously growing magic power.

"armor……"

Melvin whispered.

A silvery-white metallic luster flashed by, accompanied by a slight but harsh metallic clanging sound, and a circle of bubble film constructed of magic power enveloped the entire body and disappeared quietly.

It covers an area several inches from the body, far exceeding the range of ordinary armor spells.

The protective ability has yet to be tested. Unfortunately, other spells cannot be cast while maintaining the Iron Armor Charm, and it is not convenient to use any powerful spells at a distance of several inches.

Judging by intuition alone, it should be easy to resist common spells such as Stunning Spell, Disintegration Spell, and Binding Spell, but I'm not sure about dark magic.

Maybe we can ask Professor Snape to help with the test...

Just as Melvin was considering the feasibility, there was a knock on the office door, and the voice of administrator Filch came into the room:

"Professor Lewinter, the principal wants you to go to the side hall of the auditorium for a meeting."

"understood……"

Melvin agreed out loud, and while thinking in his heart, he sorted out the documents on the table, put his wand in his pocket, put on his coat, and went out to the side hall of the auditorium.

Meeting... Is there any emergency?

Dumbledore is still in school, and Quirrell is in danger now, so he probably doesn't dare to act rashly.

Dinner was over, but it was not yet lights out. There were still students wandering around in the corridors and stairwells. I didn't see many first-year students. Occasionally I saw a few, who were also from Badger House and Eagle House. None of the students who participated in the fight that day were there.

Melvin had some guesses in his mind.

When I arrived at the auditorium, I finally saw the students. They were sitting quietly around two long tables, with their heads lowered like quails. When they heard footsteps, some of them looked up.

Melvin saw Hermione and the main culprits from that day. The bruises and redness on their faces had completely subsided, their clothes were neatly arranged, and they were all lively and active again. The two groups exchanged glances, their expressions fierce. Draco and Neville stared at each other intently, and they were sure to find another opportunity to compete.

Walking into the side hall, not all professors were present at the meeting. There were only four deans and Quirrell. The main professor looked listless, with a sallow complexion, a swollen body, and red eyes, as if he had been crying. He was leaning in a corner to rest.

Dumbledore stood in the middle of the room, talking in a low voice to Professor McGonagall and Snape beside him, his expression unclear.

Feeling the light and shadows floating in the room, everyone's eyes were focused on Melvin. Melvin frowned slightly and showed his doubts at the right time.

"Melvin, I'm sorry to call you here so late." Dumbledore said in a steady voice, "There are too many students serving detention. After assigning them to clean the prize room, clear the greenhouse compost, and clean the bathrooms, there are still a few major offenders left. After discussing with the headmasters, I have decided to punish them by sending them on a patrol in the Forbidden Forest."

The confinement quota was fully booked, an achievement worthy of being recorded in school history.

Professor McGonagall had a serious expression on her face, still angry about the vicious fight.

When Melvin heard the last item, he glanced at Quirrell in the corner calmly, his thoughts churning.

"The first few tasks are being looked after by Mr. Filch, Professor Flitwick, and Professor Sprout. As for the Forbidden Forest, two more professors are needed, including Hagrid. It was originally headed by Professors McGonagall and Snape, but Professor Snape said he had a potion that was crucial tonight and couldn't leave for too long. I also found Professor Quirrell, who said he still needed treatment for his illness..."

Dumbledore paused, "I'm sorry to trouble you, Professor Lewynter."

Melvin caught a glimpse of Quirrell in the corner. His body stiffened for a moment, his right hand tightly grasping his headscarf. His swollen fingers turned white from excessive force, and he looked extremely angry.

Melvin had a strange expression on his face. Could it be that the principal had calculated that his body was on the verge of collapse and was going to the Forbidden Forest to hunt tonight?

During the Christmas holidays, Quirrell used a dragon egg and alcohol to extract information from Hagrid. Since then, he has been hiding in the school infirmary to recuperate. After school started, he rarely went out and basically only appeared in class.

Melvin suspected that he had been holding on for a while, and found that his vitality was rapidly decaying. Only when it reached an irreversible situation did he remember the matter of the unicorn. Unfortunately, the headmaster and several tribes in the Forbidden Forest had taken protective measures early, so Quirrell could not find a suitable opportunity.

Judging from the time, the vitality of this body is almost exhausted.

If hunting the unicorn failed, Quirrell couldn't delay any longer. He had to get the Philosopher's Stone before his body completely withered. Dragging his weak body to take this risk would only pose less of a threat to Harry and the others...

The principal's calculations are really meticulous.

"I understand." Melvin nodded in agreement.

Quirrell, leaning against the wall, clutched his drooping turban tightly, veins bulging from his clenched fists.

……

Edge of the Forbidden Forest.

The winter in the Scottish Highlands is long, the snow has not yet melted, there are no clouds or stars in the sky, the bright moonlight makes the snow look white, and there is silence.

The gamekeeper walked in front carrying an oil lamp. The half-blood giant carried a crossbow and quiver on his back, with his pink umbrella hanging on his waist. He wore beaver fur boots and stepped steadily on the soft snow. The sound of his footsteps was particularly obvious in the forest at night.

Behind Hagrid were two groups: Harry, Ron, Neville and Hermione from Gryffindor on one side, and Draco, Theodore, Pansy and Daphne from Slytherin on the other.

"Don't be afraid. The centaurs have organized patrols. The forest is actually very safe." Hagrid said in a loud voice. "The giant acromantula and the nasty venomous snakes are hibernating in their caves. There are no blood-sucking leeches or stinging wasps in this season. We'll be back after two rounds."

"..."

The young wizard sniffed and silently slowed down his pace so that he could be closer to the two professors behind him and feel safer.

The temperature was very low at night, and there was a bitterly cold wind. The air felt chilly when breathed into the noses. Several little wizards' noses were frozen red and they couldn't stop running their noses.

Behind the team were Professor McGonagall and Melvin, who were in charge of the security for this mission.

"Thanks to your Muggle Studies class, no senior students participated in the group fight, otherwise the situation might have been much worse." Professor McGonagall thanked Melvin and explained the reason. "At that time, the senior students of Slytherin were ready to get involved. Cassius Warrington, who took Muggle Studies, discussed with Lee Jordan that they should fight on their own. Marcus Flint from the team agreed, and so did the other students."

Melvin thought of Marcus with the buck teeth. He did not choose to take Muggle Studies, but expressed his gratitude to him at the beginning of the school year, saying that it was because of Yingjing that he received an invitation to try out for the Argentine youth team.

"That was also beyond my expectation."

"There has always been a conflict between Gryffindor and Slytherin. Similar clashes occur in almost every class, and occasionally there are fights. It's very unpleasant, and few students can reach an agreement."

Professor McGonagall sighed. "I used to think it was due to the family backgrounds of the two houses. Slytherins have many pure-bloods, and their parents have instilled in them the idea of ​​superiority since childhood. Gryffindors, on the other hand, tend to misunderstand the true meaning of courage and act irrationally."

"School is just a stage in life. They can learn these more important things after graduation." Melvin kicked Yaya at the edge of his trouser leg. This guy always wanted to bite his heel.

"I think it's because the school doesn't attach enough importance to this aspect of education, or we professors haven't guided them properly."

Melvin didn't think it was all Hogwarts' fault. "Hogwarts is the only wizarding school in the area. Maintaining its independence, unaffected by outside influences, and refraining from indoctrinating students with the ideas of its teachers and principal, is actually a sound and safe choice. Back in the days of Principal Black, pure-blood ideology was the mainstream, and the school didn't favor either side. Even now, with the burgeoning trend of equality between Muggles and pure-bloods, the school hasn't taken sides either."

"is that so……"

Professor McGonagall repeated in a low voice, looking at the young professor beside her, wondering where Professor Lewynter, who was obviously so young, got such profound thoughts.

Is the level of education in Ilvermorny so high?

Walking along the path deeper into the dense forest, they soon came to a three-way fork. Hagrid turned to look at the students and professors behind him and said, "This is the fork in the road. Let's go our separate ways. There's a centaur patrol in the woods. They know Professor McGonagall and me. Professor Lewynter, take Fang with you. If there's any emergency, send a signal to the sky. We'll meet here after the patrol."

Professor McGonagall and Melvin both respected the opinions of professionals and each selected students to complete the grouping.

Ten minutes later, moonlight streamed down from the treetops. Walking on the soft snowy road, Hermione, Neville and Draco were all a little dazed. They had wanted to stay with their acquaintances in their own college, but they were chosen by Professor Lewynter without knowing why.

Melvin teased Fang as he broke the silence: "Neville, haven't you replaced your old wand yet?"

"I…this is my father's wand."

"That's it..."

This kind of thing is the most troublesome.

Melvin paused for a moment. "According to classical dueling etiquette, the losing wizard's wand will be broken. You wouldn't want to lose a match one day because your wand isn't suitable for you, and end up with your wand broken, would you?"

"..."

Neville's face turned pale immediately, and it seemed that he listened to the advice.

Hermione looked at Melvin quietly, wondering if the chocolate frog that day was a coincidence. She asked tentatively, "Professor, have you heard of Nicolas Flamel?"

"Not only have I heard of it, I've also seen it with my own eyes. It was him and Dumbledore who recruited me into the school."

"..."

The answer was too frank and there was no room for doubt.

Did you really think too much?

The little witch frowned and gradually fell into self-doubt.

Draco's heart sank. He had thought that the other two were also not familiar with the professor of the elective course, but from these two conversations, it seemed that he was the only one who was not familiar with Professor Levent.

Just as he was thinking about how to escape and call for help if he was beaten up, he suddenly heard the professor calling his name.

"Draco Malfoy, huh?"

"Hmm? Ah! Yes, Professor."

"There's a pub in West Overton run by a retired Auror. Your family rented the shop to old Will, right?"

"Is it...right?" Draco wasn't very clear either. He was only 12 years old and had no idea what businesses his family had. However, his family had a lot of real estate, so if the professor said it was, then it should be.

"Do you know how low the rent is for that store?"

Melvin chatted casually, "The surrounding shops rent for thousands of Galleons a year, but your father rents it to Old Will for less than a hundred Galleons a year. And if he keeps the lease for thirty consecutive years, he'll get ownership of the land."

Both Hermione and Neville pricked up their ears.

They all figured out that with these conditions and this price, the Malfoys were practically giving the store to old Will for free.

Draco's brows furrowed tightly together.

How could his shrewd father, the current head of the Malfoy family, do such a loss-making business?

Melvin seemed to see their confusion and explained before they could ask, "Because old Will's arm was blown off by a Death Eater, and your parents were notorious Death Eaters. After the Dark Lord's fall, they claimed to be under the Imperius Curse and painstakingly escaped justice. Over the years, they have been compensating the Aurors who were injured or sacrificed in the battle with the Death Eaters. There are dozens of cases like old Will's."

"Your father has publicly declared that although he was controlled back then, he's willing to make amends for his mistakes and invests tens of thousands of Galleons every year in this area. Newspapers describe him as kind-hearted and able to correct his mistakes. People in the tavern often accuse him of being hypocritical, simply trying to gain reputation and avoid being brought up."

Melvin asked casually, "Which one do you think your father is?"

Hermione and Neville glanced at him sideways, obviously already having the answer.

Draco had the answer in his heart, but he couldn't say it out loud.

Melvin changed the subject and talked about something else. "Mr. and Mrs. Longbottom were once a famous Auror couple. They fell before the dawn of victory. They were imprisoned and tortured by the Death Eater Bellatrix Lestrange, your mother's sister and your aunt. She used the Cruciatus Curse to destroy the Auror couple's brains."

Neville suddenly looked up and stared at Draco, tears in his eyes, but his gaze was very cold, colder than the snow and the moon.