Hogwarts: This professor is too Muggle

Harry and Hermione squinted at him, thinking that he didn't seem very bright.

"What are you looking at? Why are you staring at me?"

"Ron, think about Quidditch! Even if it weren't for Norbert's incident, if the professor had told us normally, we would have agreed." Harry paused, "At least Hermione and I would have agreed."

Hermione nodded in agreement.

"Then why did he negotiate with us as a condition?"

"To teach Hagrid a lesson, of course." Harry was so disappointed with his friend. He couldn't understand why this guy could think so quickly when playing chess, but was such a fool when it came to exams and serious matters.

Ron suddenly realized something and lowered his voice, "Speaking of which, Professor Lewynter said Hagrid was expelled from school. Harry, do you know the details?"

"I don't know." Harry shook his head.

Hermione showed a thoughtful look: "Find a chance to get Hagrid drunk, then ask him..."

Harry and Ron fell silent and looked at each other with complicated expressions.

……

Melvin said good night to everyone and quickly returned to the office.

The new material received tonight needs to be processed. The script has been revised and improved some time ago, and his memory material has also been basically processed. Now I will edit and splice the memories of several protagonists. Considering that there is no habit of adding subtitles to films here, the film has been almost finished at this point.

Melvin had been on stage before and had done a lot of similar things, so he was quite skilled and quick in editing.

The only thing left was the soundtrack, which was a bit inconvenient. Melvin chose some simple symphonies, all of which were works by musicians who had been dead for 50 years, to ensure that there would be no copyright infringement.

As for the versions I remember, they are all from theater concerts and records. Is there still a possibility of infringement?

Anyway, the Muggle record company couldn't sue him.

Considering that this was his first film, he wrote a letter to Wright, asking him to help connect with singer Celestina Warbeck.

Owl communication is a little slow, but its accuracy makes up for it. Wizards live at a slow pace, so they can always deal with letters as soon as they receive them.

So the next evening, Melvin received a reply from Wright, a short and special letter.

"I look forward to seeing your work soon. My fellow wizard and literary colleague, Celestina, sends you greetings."

It was rainy some time ago, the air was humid, the ink had not dried yet, and it was filled with a faint scent of lavender. The handwriting was not neat, even very sloppy, and looked a bit unpretentious.

Melvin read it several times and opened the package that came with the letter.

There are several glass bottles inside, and the silver mist in the glass bottles is quiet. It is the memory of the singing witch.

It's strange to say, I brought a portable record player with me before I started at the school, but I didn't anticipate the busy schedule of school, so I never thought to play some music, and the vinyl records just sat in my suitcase gathering dust. The first time I listened to music at Hogwarts, I actually played Celestina on the Shadow Mirror.

The tip of the staff picked up the silver mist and put it into the mirror, and the silver light flickered.

“Hu… Woo…”

The wailing of the banshee was a little hoarse after being distorted, and inexplicably had the texture of an old loudspeaker.

"You said you loved me, that we would never be apart..."

It’s still the song “You stole my pot, but you can’t get my love”.

This is a new album recorded with new equipment, and many of the melodies have been varied. Simple changes in speed create different styles. Some use light piano to create a soothing effect, some use dense drum beats to create a crisis, and various violins are interwoven to create a lingering and melodious sound.

This is an adaptation made by the singer for the background music, suitable for different plot segments.

To be honest, compared with Muggle music, many parts of Celestina's songs seemed outdated and even had a rustic feel, but Melvin was glad that he wrote that letter and was also glad to receive such a reply letter.

"You point your magic wand at my heart, you say you love me as much as your life, but your spells always fail..."

……

Three Broomsticks, Third Floor Compartment.

Melvin stood at the window admiring the street view outside. Behind him was the burly half-giant. Hagrid was sitting on an oversized wooden chair, rubbing his hands nervously.

The footsteps coming up the stairs gradually approached, and someone pushed open the door.

"Professor, everything is ready."

"When can we arrive?"

"Leave in an hour and arrive in ten minutes."

"Have you arranged for the contact over there?"

"Don't worry, we've made two preparations. If anything happens to Charlie Weasley, the person we contacted can adopt him."

"Can the mirror be sold over there?"

"Someone contacted me through the Budapest Black Magic Fair, but was unwilling to sign a contract."

“Budapest?”

"That's the territory of the remnants of the Wu Cui faction."

"..."

Hagrid scratched his head. He also knew the retired Auror. He used to be with Mad-Eye. He went crazy and didn't care about his life when fighting the Death Eaters. In the end, he became disabled and retired.

I think his name is Old Will.

I didn’t expect that a retired Auror would have smuggling channels.

Watching Melvin and old Will huddled together, whispering about profound topics, I could vaguely hear a few words and short sentences, about things like movie ticket pricing, distribution commissions, and screening times...

If you break them down separately, they are all words he has learned, but when they are put together, he can't understand them.

Hagrid stroked the suitcase in front of him, his eyes and mind empty, and he slowly fell into deep thought.

There were many mice and several barrels of chicken blood brandy prepared for it in the box, which should be enough for it to eat on the road. Norbert's favorite teddy bear doll was also put in it, so it should not feel lonely.

Norbert really couldn't grow up smoothly in the Forbidden Forest Lodge. In Romania, Charlie was taking care of him, and there were also various fire dragons of the same clan who taught him the skills of fire dragons. Just like little wizards stayed in school, little fire dragons should also stay in the protected area.

I hope it can have a happy childhood there and grow up healthy and happy.

Before Hagrid could finish his prayer and blessing in his heart, old Will grabbed the handle of the suitcase, and with his rough and powerful arms, he pulled the suitcase containing the dragon cub into his hands. Then he limped out of the room without looking back.

Hagrid's nose felt sore. Thinking that they would be separated from each other from now on and he didn't know if they would have the chance to see each other again, he couldn't help but shed tears.

"Woo..."

"hiss……"

Melvin felt a bit of a headache. The sight of a half-blood giant, several decades old, sobbing in front of him was truly jarring. "You're a gamekeeper at Hogwarts, a member of Dumbledore's faction. Why do you keep crying like a little girl?"

"I don't want to..." Hagrid sobbed, "but I can't help it!"

"Don't cry, I'll take you to Romania to see it during the summer vacation."

"Really!?"

Chapter 81 Trailer Boom

1992, October.

The cold weather has faded in Wiltshire in northern England, and the weather has warmed up, with spring in the air. At night, scattered lights are lit in West Overton. It is not as prosperous as a big city, but has the simple temperament of a country village.

The evening breeze was mixed with the rich fragrance of hyacinths. The branches were carefully trimmed, not dense but beautiful, hanging lightly in the flower beds on both sides of the street. There was a tavern at the end of the road with a sign hanging at the door: Oak Barrel Tavern.

Like many other wizarding taverns, the second floor provides accommodation services, while the first floor entertains customers. Laughter, scolding, clinking of bells, and the sound of glasses clinking together can be faintly heard from inside the tavern.

"Damn it, man!"

"Drink it up, baby!"

"Now you know who's the boss!?"

The space was spacious and brightly lit. At the round table in the middle of the room, a middle-aged wizard with an unshaven beard held up a glass of fire whiskey with an embarrassed look on his face. However, with the witness of the surrounding drinkers, he still tilted his head back and gulped it down.

The booing around them grew louder and louder.

As the flaming whiskey rolled down his throat, the middle-aged wizard's face flushed red, and even his thick beard couldn't block it. A burp spewed out a brilliant ring of fire. The middle-aged wizard could no longer hold on, and the glass fell, and he fell drunkenly on the round table. No matter how the wizards next to him cheered, he couldn't get up.

This was Cripple Old Will's pub, home to the strongest liquor in Britain. Their signature drinks were Mad Hatter's Malt, Rainstorm Brandy, Phantom Champagne, and even their Fire Whisky, which was stronger than others and had a higher alcohol content.

The tavern erupted in laughter again.

Nearby, at the counter, a dozen or so wizards gathered in front of a large mirror. It was showing the recent Hogwarts house match between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff. The Boy-Who-Lived made his second appearance...

The game is thrilling, with the footage edited and spliced ​​from different perspectives. Most of the time, it's an open view of the audience and commentary, with enough visibility to overlook the court, but the footage is focused near the Quaffle and Bludgers.

When the two sides clash, the screen will cut to the player's first-person perspective, giving a sense of immersion. The strong sensory stimulation makes the brain particularly crave alcohol and ice. Occasionally, a hot-blooded wizard will treat the whole audience to a drink.

Both the drinkers and the waiters are accustomed to such scenes. The business in one night is enough to rival that of half a month.

Several officials and subordinates of the Ministry of Magic sat at a round table in the corner, wearing their Ministry uniforms under their wizard robes. Each of them held a glass of signature liquor, but they didn't dare to drink it all in one gulp. They could only savor it in small sips, enjoying it with relish.

Ludo Bagman was the organizer of the party, but those present were mainly from the Department of Law Enforcement, including the current Director Amelia Bones, Rufus Scrimgeour, Head of the Auror Office, and Pius Thicknesse, who was in charge of the Striker team.

Barty Crouch from the International Affairs Cooperation Department got off work late and happened to be drafted as he was entering the elevator. For some complicated reasons that are inconvenient to disclose, he didn't really want to go home too early, so he came over reluctantly to keep her company.

"Powerful shot! I knew that girl could score, with those two Weasley boys cooperating on the wing!"

Ludo Bagman spoke in a rough voice, drank half a glass of cold beer, let out a long breath, and showed a rather regretful expression.

If it were a real-time match, you could place a bet and win money right now, but unfortunately it's all recorded, so those who are more informed know the outcome, and there's no one taking advantage of the opening of the betting.

Piers Thicknesse was holding a glass of cherry wine. He couldn't hold his liquor well, and his willpower wasn't strong enough, so he was worried about embarrassing himself by drinking strong liquor.

He looked at his colleague who was also drinking light wine, and felt more comforted. "Bati, how are things going over there lately? Is India still clamoring to sell their flying carpet?"

Crouch hummed indifferently. It was fine when he was young, but ever since the last wizarding war, he has had no good feelings towards Aurors and strikers. After all, his son is a Death Eater.

Ms. Bones and Scrimgeour looked at each other in silence.

Throughout Europe, the business of flying equipment is monopolized by a few pure-blood forces, including the Sweep Company of the British Allerton brothers, the Comet Trading Company of the French Cage and Horton families, the Black Forest Company of the Italian Ellerby and Spadmore families, and the Universe Company jointly founded by several artisan wizard families.

Every year, large sums of Galleons are donated to the Ministries of Magic in various countries in exchange for production and sales licenses for flying brooms.

Without interests to pave the way, even if India applies hundreds or thousands of times, the sale of flying carpets will still be banned in the whole of Europe.

Crouch took a sip of the light wine and said, "Amelia, it seems that Fudge is determined to make Umbridge your deputy minister. What are your plans?"

"What plans can she make?" Madam Bones thought of the witch, a trace of disgust flashing in her eyes. "Anyway, I will vote against her. Without corresponding achievements, why should she be promoted? The Wizengamot has not been disbanded, Dumbledore is still alive, and the Ministry of Magic is the Ministry of Magic for British wizards, not the Ministry of Magic for Fudge and Umbridge alone."

The atmosphere at the round table became solemn because of a few harsh words, and at this moment, a noise broke out around the mirror on the wall.

It turned out that during the game, when the ball was exchanged, the mirror suddenly switched the picture and a video that had nothing to do with the game flashed.