Hogwarts: This professor is too Muggle

"get out of class is over!"

……

Charing Cross Road, London.

Spring has arrived in London. The ice and snow have melted, the rain has stopped, and the weather is neither too cold nor too hot. The leaves on the roadside are green, and bluebells are blooming in patches. The flower beds in the park look like a blue carpet.

After a winter, trade routes were open again. Plus, it was the holidays, so magical creatures from many countries and other races gathered in Diagon Alley, making the scene very lively.

The handsome wizard stood alone in the corner of the bookshelf. Fortunately, traveling merchants didn't like to go to bookstores, so there weren't many people here, otherwise he would have been surrounded by people again.

I just negotiated the profit from the new book with my manager.

These columns are all his works, his posters are posted on the bookshelves, his standees are placed in the bookstore windows, and his bright smile is fascinating. Only a few witch women are gathered around the bestsellers, and their praises can just reach the corner.

Compared to its heyday, its popularity has declined somewhat.

The books published during this period are all reference books and memoirs. The stories of the snow monster have been told, and the stories of werewolves and vampires have also been told. New adventure stories have not yet been discovered. The editor is urging me to submit manuscripts, and the penalty for breach of contract is high. I can only write something casually to satisfy fans and readers, and sales are not as good as expected.

Gilderoy Lockhart stood silently in the shadow of the corner, not in the mood to greet his fans, secretly worrying about the content of his new book.

There was a sound of footsteps in the bookshelf aisle.

A beautiful young witch walked in from outside the shop. Seeing several women chatting together, she joined in with brisk steps. She sounded like the niece of one of the women. They talked about how it was time for Wizard Weekly to select the most charming smile, and this best-selling author had great hope.

Lockhart's lips curled up into a smile, ready to stand out and canvass for votes.

At this moment, the young witch suddenly screamed:

"The time is almost up!"

"Then let's go!"

"Don't you want to buy a book?"

"You can buy the book anytime. There are only three showings of Mirror tonight, and I finally managed to get the premiere tickets." One of the women hurriedly left the bookstore with her friend and niece. From a distance, the middle-aged witch could be heard complaining, "Damn old Tom! He won't even give me a discount..."

"..."

Lockhart watched their backs as they walked away, his smile frozen on his face. His forward leg hung in the air before he silently retracted it.

The mirror in the tavern... Didn't the bookstore manager just give him a ticket?

……

As evening fell and the sky darkened, the oil lamps in the shops along West Overton Street were lit, blending in with the streetlights and making the Easter ribbons even more vivid.

Far away from the bustling city, the Crouch family mansion looked particularly gloomy, with almost no Easter decorations, few lights and torches, and only a faint light in the living room and kitchen.

The walls were made of light grey stone bricks and looked as clean as new. The kitchen was neatly arranged without any superfluous items, and the tables, chairs and cutlery were spotlessly wiped clean. However, for a family like Crouch's, this arrangement was too simple.

It was so simple that it didn't seem like the residence of a pure-blood family.

A short, frail house-elf emerged from the kitchen, clasping his hands together. He looked up at his master, who was resting with his eyes closed on the sofa, and stammered, "Master... I heard there's an event at the tavern tonight. Is it a football game? Young Master loves football games. Let him go and watch. He can wear an invisibility cloak and hide in a corner."

She glanced at the figure on the sofa, took a deep breath, tears in her eyes: "The young master hasn't been out for a few years, let him breathe some fresh air. If the lady is still alive, she-"

"He deserves it."

Crouch said coldly, his voice was very soft, but extremely firm: "What's being shown in the pub tonight is not a football game, but Potter. Let the Death Eaters overthrow that Potter."

"Sending Death Eaters to see Potter?"

He scoffed, his harsh tone causing the house elf's shoulders to tremble.

No one noticed that the candle in the kitchen also flickered.

……

"What are you two doing back there? Hurry up!"

On the streets of Hogsmeade, two middle-aged witches, holding their children, ran quickly into the Three Broomsticks.

The two people being urged to come over were their husbands, regular customers of the Three Broomsticks, Tuckerlot and Malcolm. When the trailer first aired, they were watching the match at the pub and had booked tickets with Madam Rosmerta before the match was over.

My wife and kids, the whole family is here, and it’s in the middle seat with the best view.

When booking the tickets, the two of them deliberately sat in different seats to ensure that they would not affect each other's viewing experience. After returning home, he gave the tickets to his wife for safekeeping and waited to watch the movie first on Friday night.

It turned out that the two hostesses became good sisters and they specially asked Rosmerta to switch seats. Now the seats of the two families are next to each other.

The thought of sitting with each other for hours made both of them feel uncomfortable.

As sad as it was, the movie tickets had already been sold out and it was too late to exchange them.

I went up to the third floor with my head held high. When I looked inside, I saw a spacious square hall filled with wizards and witches, all of whom were Hogsmeade residents.

"Mr. Froome? Mrs. Froome! You're here too!"

"Good evening, Mrs. Puddifoot."

"No wonder the streets are a bit deserted tonight. It turns out that half of the shop owners on the street are gathered here."

"Hahaha……"

The atmosphere in the theater was so heated that even Ms. Rosmerta felt a little nervous.

This attempt directly determines the future of Shadow Mirror. Although the pre-sale tickets sell well, wizards may not necessarily accept this new form of entertainment. If the attempt fails, many of Professor Lewinter's plans will have to be replanned.

"..."

Rosmerta took a deep breath and spoke loudly, "Silence!"

Under the gaze of the entire audience, she came to the large mirror in front of her, waved her hand to turn off all the lights in the theater, reached the tip of her wand into the glass bottle, picked up a ray of silver light mist, carefully placed it into the mirror, and then gently shook the wand.

Silver mist rippled, the mirror flickered, the screen went black, and a line of white titles appeared:

Freshmen Staying on Campus

Chapter 83 Watching Movies

Night falls.

Hogwarts.

Easter falls on the Sunday after the first full moon of the spring equinox. Technically, this year's Easter falls on April 4th. Since the holiday falls on a Sunday, Hogwarts always begins its holiday on Fridays. There's no such thing as make-up classes or adjustments. It's a two-week holiday, which relieves the professors and delights the students.

Unlike the Christmas holidays, students are not allowed to leave school during the Easter holidays.

Students in the third grade and above can go to Hogsmeade for the weekend, while students in the lower grades can only stay in the castle.

In fact, some students believe that this kind of holiday without classes is more enjoyable than going home for Christmas. Back home, they have to be disciplined and nagged by their parents, but here, they are surrounded by playmates and feel happy to do homework together.

The house-elves in the kitchen serve up Easter delicacies from all over the world in various ways, and the ghost troupe puts on a special show. Even though Nearly Headless Nick has performed his story hundreds of times, the younger students still scream every time they see him perform acrobatics with his ghost head.

This is a dinner party worth looking forward to. It is not as grand as the Christmas one, but it is more lively and joyful.

At 7:30 in the evening, all the teachers and students of the school gathered in the auditorium.

The front guest seats were decorated as screens, with a large mirror placed on top, and a hazy silver mist swirled around them. The auditorium had four long house tables, nearly a thousand seats. Except for a few empty seats in the dead corners of the front rows on both sides, the rest were occupied. Many students even squeezed into the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff tables in the middle just to get a better view...

Not only students, but also ghosts floating in the air, portraits squeezed in picture frames, almost all the moving creatures in the school were there.

The deans walked in the middle of the aisle to maintain order, while the professors of elective courses sat at the back of the long table, waiting with the students.

Dumbledore watched this scene with a smile on his face.

"Then I'll start."

Melvin nodded to the vice-principal, took out the memory cloud and put it into the shadow mirror. The lights in the magic dome and the auditorium dimmed.

A light melody sounded, and the prelude was extremely brief.

There is no detailed credits, no director, no starring actors, no photography and editing, and only a statement after the title:

Adapted from true events.

"Beep...beep..."

The pure red train slowly moved along the rails and finally stopped next to a small, dark platform. The lights came on, the doors opened, and passengers poured out.

"I'm getting off the bus, don't pull back!"

"Has anyone seen my toad?"

"First-year students, first-year students, come here!" In the chaotic and crowded scene, the burly Hagrid was very conspicuous, with a thick beard temporarily covering half of his face. He held an oil lamp in his hand and smiled: "Children, little ones, follow me."

The students filed out in neat lines, one stepping on the other, like ants.

It was a late summer night, the air was damp with dew, and as the soothing witches' chants played, the view zoomed out to reveal a vast lake and flat grasslands. Hogwarts Castle slowly emerged into view, its foyer and windows lit up, and its cold, hard towers disappeared into the night sky.

The freshmen took a small boat and rowed across the lake, and the warm lights rippled in the water.

“So that’s how we were back then…”

Harry's eyes were a little dazed. Ron had been chattering about the Sorting Test all the way, and Hermione had been reciting half of the textbook, which made him panic. He was very worried that he would not be able to pass the test and would be sent back to the Dursleys. The embarrassment and awkwardness were still fresh in his memory.

"Look, that's me."

"I'm there!"

"Here, the one who fell."

"Ha ha!"

There was a commotion in the auditorium. At the same time, there was also a commotion in wizard pubs across England. Many parents of students were staring wide-eyed for their children.

Those who were not students at home were enjoying the night view of Hogwarts.

They haven't seen each other in years.

They thought their memories were blurry, but when the mirror image appeared, they could still recognize the path near the station, the boat on the Black Lake, and the windows of the castle tower.

“We were like that back then too…”

Malcolm and Taclot sat next to each other, each leaning in one direction, trying their best to keep a distance from the person opposite them.

The two of them showed similar looks, reminiscing and remembrance, mixed with a little sadness. It was hard to describe the specific feeling, it was complex and wonderful.

After the first act, the scene jumps directly to the sorting ceremony. The process is not detailed, and it only focuses on showing Harry being sorted into Gryffindor. The perspective of the film is also fixed on him, and through his eyes, it observes several professors in the guest seats.

Next came the principal's speech, introducing the two professors and emphasizing the restricted area of ​​the fourth-floor corridor.

"If you don't want to suffer an unexpected and painful death, don't enter the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor." Dumbledore's meaningful expression gradually faded.

The scene changes, and the student life at Hogwarts officially begins: attending classes in the classroom, eating in the auditorium, playing on the playground, playing in the Black Lake... and by chance, joining the Quidditch team as a seeker.