Hogwarts: This professor is too Muggle

Two o'clock in the morning.

"Huh...huh..."

A ball of orange-red flame hung in the air, burning fiercely. The heat wave caused some visual distortion and twisting of the space. The bright flames left a bluish-black shadow in the field of vision, which was the complementary color reaction of the retina stimulated by strong light.

Fiendfire, whose etymology means the devil's fire from hell, is a branch spell of Transfiguration and Summoning. It is a forbidden black magic of the same level as the Unforgivable Curses. Its invention and origin are no longer traceable.

The difficulty of casting is similar to that of ordinary summoning spells, and even underage wizards can quickly get started.

However, the terrifying power of the Fiery Flame is completely mismatched with the difficulty of simple spell casting. After the caster summons the Fiery Flame, a steady stream of flames will flow out of the tip of the staff. The explosive flames spread at an extremely fast speed, igniting all objects they touch, and a sea of ​​fire can be burned out in a short time.

Because of the unique principle of black magic, only magic power can slightly block the flames, and ordinary water and freezing spells will only fuel the fire.

The Fiery Flame is easy to release but extremely difficult to control. If the summoner cannot limit the spread of the Fiery Flame, the burning magic will destroy everything nearby, including the caster. To some extent, releasing the Fiery Flame is equivalent to suicide.

Previously, Melvin could only barely control the Fiery Flame, but now he can completely control it and flexibly manipulate it. The explosive magic in the Fiery Flame fully implements his will.

"Ho...ho..."

The burning flames suddenly rose up and turned into a bat with spread wings. Its skeleton was the gathered flames, and its membrane wings were the rolling flames. The bat opened its mouth without a substance and let out a shrill scream.

The orange-red flames made Melvin's cheeks burn, and with a slight thought, the flames quietly dissipated.

Only the heated air in the room was still churning, stirring up abnormal convection winds and making the parchment on the desk rustle.

Melvin returned to his desk and sat down, squinting his eyes slightly, resting and thinking.

There are thousands of offensive curses, but only a handful are classified as Dark Magic, because such magic requires the wizard to harbor negative emotions or strong malice when casting it. Anger, hatred, and contempt are the emotions of Dark wizards, and torture, killing, and destruction are the goals of Dark Magic.

This is why black magic can easily get out of control.

It is hard to say which is more susceptible to the influence of black magic, the soul or magic power. As normal wizards explore black magic in depth, their souls and concepts gradually become distorted, their personalities gradually become extreme, and they slowly become lonely, gloomy, irritable and angry black wizards.

A wizard with a violent personality is compatible with Fiery Flame, a bloodthirsty wizard is good at the Killing Curse, and a wizard who loves to torture others and cause pain prefers the Cruciatus Curse... If the level of dark magic improves rapidly in a short period of time, it means that the wizard's mentality may have changed.

Melvin examined his emotions and found that he had no bad thoughts. The magic of the unicorn was like a barrier, isolating the negative emotions that eroded his soul, thereby achieving the effect of controlling black magic.

"On the contrary, it's those magics that require positive emotions..."

Melvin exhaled softly, his wand waving.

[Expected Guardian]

Bright silver light spurted out from the tip of the staff, and the scattered light mist gathered together, and the strands were like silk, floating, rotating, and rippling slightly.

Because it was not a required part of magic, and it was rather troublesome to practice, Melvin did not actually fully master the Patronus Charm. He stopped practicing after he was able to stably summon silver mist to restrain dark creatures, and did not continue to expend energy to condense it into a concrete entity.

This is also the choice of many wizards.

Layers of rippling silver-white light created ripples, and the entire room was filled with silver-white light mist, still without any substance.

There was just a long and slender horn in the fog.

……

"It's great to be young..." Dumbledore said with emotion.

You have to know that it was already late at night when we left the Forbidden Forest Cottage and returned to the castle last night. The little wizard could go to bed as soon as he returned to the dormitory, but the professors still had to deal with follow-up matters. Minerva dragged him to discuss things until the early morning, and Melvin asked Professor Kettleburn for information on unicorns, so he definitely didn't go to bed early either.

Melvin, who also went to bed late and got up early in the morning, looked energetic and there was no sign of staying up late on his face. The elderly principal expressed his sincere envy.

In the main guest seat in the auditorium, Melvin looked at Dumbledore carefully and said, "Headmaster, you look very energetic too. You don't even have any dark circles under your eyes."

"I'm still not as good as you young people."

"..."

Snape, who was not far away, had a blank expression on his face and two dark circles under his eyes. The action of cutting the fried egg with cutlery combined with his expression seemed a bit cruel.

Quirrell was still absent.

At the Gryffindor table, the three little ones put their heads together, whispering and discussing what happened last night.

"Firenze told me that the desperado was willing to pay a heavy price to attack the unicorn in order to prolong his life and wait for the opportunity to obtain the Philosopher's Stone..." Harry lowered his voice, "And this desperado is very likely Voldemort, or one of his men."

"I think this person is lurking inside the school." After a night of thinking, Hermione found many things clearer. "I suspect it's Snape."

Ron stuffed his mouth with bread and said in a slurred voice, "The Philosopher's Stone is still safe. Snape tried it last Halloween, but he couldn't get past Luvina, and Dumbledore is in the school."

Harry frowned, feeling something was wrong.

Hermione also sighed. Hagrid was hatching dragons and refused to listen to any advice.

"..."

Today is Saturday and breakfast is served until 9:30. Before 9:00, there was a commotion at the door of the auditorium and seven or eight people pushed the door open and walked in.

"Director Scrimgeour, this way." Professor McGonagall walked in front, her face looking a little tired.

She dealt with the most things last night. She comforted several Slytherin students, reported the emergency situation in the Forbidden Forest to the Ministry of Magic, communicated with the guards in the early morning, and coordinated with the Auror Office in the morning. She only slept for three or four hours.

Walking behind the vice-headmaster was a middle-aged wizard, tall and thin, with strands of gray in his brown hair and thick eyebrows. He wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and had sharp eyes. He had a slight limp, but he still walked with a strong stride and a tough posture like an old lion.

His attire was a bit strange. He wore a loose wizard robe on the outside, but underneath was a suit vest and a white shirt, with his tie tied meticulously.

Melvin had dealt with the Aurors at the Woolworth Building many times and knew that this was the special attire of the Aurors, or the attire of the Law Enforcement Department. They often went out to handle cases, and if they needed to come into contact with Muggles, they would take off their outer wizard robes and dress like Muggles to hide their identities.

Following behind were the Aurors who came to contact them.

Because of the Shadow Mirror incident, Melvin had also communicated with many retired British Aurors. In addition, Borgin and White often mentioned it, so he had some understanding of the officials of the Ministry of Magic.

Rufus Scrimgeour is the Head of the Auror Office, a rare independent figure in the Ministry of Magic. He sided with neither Dumbledore nor Minister Fudge. He performed brilliantly during the last Wizarding War and took an extremely tough stance.

Dumbledore put down his cutlery, wiped his mouth, and walked down from the guest of honor seat to greet him: "What a surprise, Rufus, I didn't expect you to lead the team here."

Scrimgeour's dissatisfaction with Dumbledore stems from his overly powerful influence, which has seriously undermined the independence of the Wizengamot and the Ministry of Magic. However, he still has due respect for the legendary wizard: "There is an emergency, the situation is urgent, and Minister Fudge is visiting Ireland and cannot return."

Dumbledore smiled gently, not caring whether Fudge was really out on a visit or not. He turned to look at Melvin who was sitting there and said, "Let me introduce you to the new Muggle Studies Professor at Hogwarts, Melvin Levent."

He paused. "Melvin, this is Rufus Scrimgeour. You should have heard of him."

Scrimgeour looked at Melvin strangely, raised his eyebrows, and offered a handshake. "Professor Lewynter, I've seen your name on the front page of newspapers more than once. I wish you good luck."

"Wish me good luck?"

Melvin was a little surprised. Is this how British wizards greet each other when they first meet? It's weird.

Scrimgeour was also a Hogwarts graduate, and he got along quite well with the other professors, except for Snape. The Head Auror had devoted almost his entire life to dealing with Dark wizards. He had been on the front lines throughout the last Wizarding War and had nearly died several times. He had no good feelings towards the former Death Eaters.

Snape didn't care about Scrimgeour's expression. He snorted twice and left the hall.

After a brief exchange, the school principal and the head Auror met and had a preliminary discussion on the details of last night. The two went to the Forbidden Forest side by side, talking as they walked, discussing the search plan.

Melvin watched them leave the auditorium from a distance, many thoughts running through his mind.

What does Scrimgeour's strange blessing mean?

Shouldn't Dumbledore find a reason to go out and give Professor Quirrell a chance to take action? Why recruit Aurors into the school? How can Professor Quirrell act like this? His frail body won't last much longer...

Over the next half day, Scrimgeour learned the full situation from Hagrid. The Aurors blocked the edge of the Forbidden Forest, conducted an on-site investigation, and tried to follow the traces to capture the mysterious dark wizard.

Of course nothing came of it.

Chapter 66 The Principal's Arrangement

The second floor of the Ministry of Magic.

Auror office.

In the open office area, there was a cubicle half-open, and a trainee Auror was busy at his desk.

Since the Ministry of Magic was founded, many aspects of its work system have been modeled after Muggles, with weekends off and holiday shifts, but over the centuries, there have been many differences. It's quite rare for a rotating assistant to accompany the Minister or Director on a visit and then suddenly return to the Ministry to prepare documents.

The one who is busy now is of course the trainee Auror Tonks. She failed the stealth training last time and was assigned by Mad-Eye to be an assistant in Umbridge's office. She is currently still in her rotation, handling assistant affairs while preparing for the next Auror assessment.

We were visiting Ireland today to watch a song and dance performance by leprechauns, but halfway through the performance, the director of the International Affairs Department suddenly got crazy and wanted to demonstrate to them how the song and dance performance could be played on a video mirror.

Caught off guard, sudden attack.

That pink toad Umbridge left several nail marks on her handbag, but she still had a happy smile on her face and praised the novel performance in a pinched voice. Later, when she heard that the shadow mirror was produced by a Hogwarts professor, a foreign professor at that, the professor of Muggle Studies, she almost crushed the pink bag.

Tonks couldn't understand why Umbridge, a pure-blood wizard, knew more about Muggle television than she, a half-blood. It was only Kingsley who reminded her that there were similarities between the mirror and television.

In short, things were bad. As soon as the visit was over, Umbridge asked her to come back and draft the documents to prepare a lawsuit against Professor Lewinter.

"It is forbidden to use magic in front of Muggles, it is forbidden to expose the existence of the magical world to Muggles, magical creatures and objects must be controlled, and magical places must be hidden..."

Tonks muttered to herself irritably about the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy, "Professor Lewynter hasn't violated any of the core regulations. Damn Umbridge, she just wants to step on others to get promoted!"

Her father was a gentle and kind Muggle-born wizard, and her mother was a brave witch who dared to betray her pure-blood family. Growing up in such a family, Tonks had a simple and pure sense of justice and could not accept such frame-up and slander.

The more I read the clauses, the more annoyed I become.

"Ah! I can't write!"

Tonks pounded the table hard, her impatience reaching its peak. She simply tore off the half-written clause, tore it up and threw it into the trash can.

Listening to the crackling sound of shredding paper, Tunkston felt relieved. He leaned over his desk and let out a long sigh. "Damn Mad-Eye! He should have been the one writing this kind of false accusation. Let's see if he gets mad!"

"Given Moody's temper, he would probably rush into the office and slap her in the face with his cane." A deep and slow voice came from the door.

"Kingsley, why are you back for the weekend? The Auror team is working overtime..." Tonks muttered without even looking up, not expecting an answer. "I want to smack Pink Toad in the face with Mad-Eye's cane, too."

Kingsley walked over to the table and asked with a smile, "What's wrong?"

"The Shadow Mirror incident has finally been exposed." Tonks sighed and briefly recounted the incident in Ireland.

"Hmm..." Kingsley's eyes flashed with surprise, and he paused for a moment, "When necessary, there are some things that the relevant office director should know."

"What are you talking about?"

Tonks looked up at him. "I've been working so diligently these past few weeks. Many people have praised me for my excellent work as assistant to the Improper Use of Magic Office. I've reported matters in detail and clearly prioritized them. I've intercepted all correspondence coming to the office, arranged for her to accompany the Minister on his visits, and was just waiting for her to pass the stealth test. And now you're telling me she should know all this?"

"It's only a matter of time." Kingsley said calmly, "I believe Professor Lewynter and Headmaster Dumbledore are ready."

"What does this have to do with Dumbledore?"

"The Shadow Mirror is involved in the Quidditch house match, and Hogwarts is also involved. The headmaster has an unshirkable responsibility."

"Huh?" Tonks was a little confused.

"Do you think the Inquisition can try Dumbledore?"

"Probably not."

"Right..." Kingsley coaxed, "You put the headmaster and the professor in the document together and sue them together. No matter what charges Umbridge makes up, the headmaster and the professor will be fine."