Hogwarts: This professor is too Muggle

"..."

Professor McGonagall listened to the mumbling of her old friend from the Order of the Phoenix and looked at the students of her own college in silence for a long time.

Melvin understands students' parents.

Chapter 92 Quidditch Finals and Finals

On the third Saturday of May, Hogwarts held the last Quidditch match of the school year.

The two teams competing against each other were Gryffindor and Ravenclaw. The format was a single round-robin points tournament, and there was no such thing as a final. However, because it was the last game of the school year, the students still preferred to call it a final.

Houses like Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw have been out of the House Cup for years, probably because they have gotten used to it over the years. Unlike the Lion House and the Serpent House, they are not as competitive and can just lie down and feel at ease without any psychological barriers.

This year there were some unexpected events.

The first two houses had their scores wiped out due to a group fight, which gave them hope of winning the championship. They worked hard for several weeks, but Harry and his friends gained nearly 200 points because of guarding the Philosopher's Stone, and their hopes became slim again.

Ravenclaw was a little unwilling to give up and wanted to struggle a little longer. If they won the Quidditch championship with a big score, the banner in the auditorium could be changed to copper and blue.

Hufflepuff house chose to give up. The score gap was too great and it was useless to try. They just lay back down again. They didn't have to compete to answer questions in class to earn points, nor did they have to work hard to train Quidditch in the scorching sun and heavy rain.

Relaxed and enjoyable.

Melvin and several deans came to the court.

The lawn is green and the sun is bright.

A year has passed, and after witnessing the four seasons here, Melvin has become familiar with the scenery and students in the school.

When Melvin sat in the faculty seats, he happened to hear commentator Lee Jordan auditioning. Professor McGonagall, sitting next to him, sternly told him to be fair and impartial and to comment on the game from a neutral perspective.

The dark-skinned Li nodded rapidly, seemingly not taking it to heart at all.

In the other auditoriums, the situation was different:

The Gryffindor students gathered together and unfolded a banner painted on a bed sheet. The words "Potter Will Win" and the golden and red lion were waving in the air, and the paint was given a glossy luster by a simple Transfiguration.

The Slytherin students were rather indifferent and didn't even bother to boo Harry.

They had only lost one match and were currently ahead in points. If Gryffindor had lost by a small margin, they would have been the Quidditch champions. However, the school had too few points, so even if they won the championship, they wouldn't have won the house cup, which was meaningless.

The Hufflepuffs cheered along with Hermione and the others, after all, Harry was now the most popular person in the school.

If you only look at the outside of the field, the situation is one-sided.

Faced with such a situation, the Ravenclaw students who were called nerds by other colleges did not give up. Even though their shouts were drowned out by the shouts of other colleges, they did not stop and tried their best to make their voices heard.

Professor Flitwick looked faintly proud.

Melvin turned and noticed a thin little girl in the front row of the Eagle Courtyard. Her Asian face was very conspicuous at Hogwarts. She should be in the second grade and would be in his class next year.

Qiu Zhang's face flushed from shouting so hard. She paused to rest her throat and tugged at her friend's clothes. "Marietta, do you think our school can win?"

Marietta had golden curly hair with slightly messy bangs, and her pale face showed hesitation.

Intellectually, she felt the chances of winning were slim, but now it seemed appropriate to encourage her friend out of emotion; after all, Qiu had been a Tutshill Tornado fan since she was six years old.

"should……"

The second half of the sentence was drowned out by the cheers, and Qiu Zhang turned around and joined the shouting.

Curly-haired Marietta Edgemore murmured in agreement, seeming a little embarrassed by such an unremarkable shout. She looked around to avoid other people's gazes, and happened to meet Professor Lewinter's gaze in the distance, and her face turned even paler.

Melvin smiled at her and looked away.

Professor Flitwick, who was standing nearby, also noticed his student and said sharply, "That's the Edgemore girl. She's quite intelligent, but too soft-hearted. I've never heard her speak loudly. I think it's because her mother is too strong. Mrs. Edgemore is the Director of the Flyway Network Administration in the Department of Transportation."

"Ekmo..." Melvin repeated softly, his dark eyes gleaming slightly.

Professor Flitwick quickly passed over the incident. "We have new brooms for this match. On behalf of Ravenclaw, I must thank you, Melvin. Otherwise, our players would have been staring at Harry's butt."

"I remember they all switched to Nimbus 2000, right?"

"That's right!" Flitwick explained patiently with a serious expression. "Actually, Minerva was planning to upgrade to the upgraded Nimbus 2001, but that broom costs two or three times more, and its performance is only % to % better. Every time Nimbus upgrades, it's like squeezing toothpaste."

"..."

"Actually, we can wait a year or two. I received news that Randolph Badmore has commissioned goblin craftsmen to create core components for a revolutionary broom, codenamed Fire and Lightning."

"That's right."

It took Melvin a few seconds to realize it was the Firebolt. He hadn't expected that Flitwick, with his goblin ancestry, would have such a channel of information.

While she was speaking, Madam Hooch blew her whistle.

On a morning in late May, the air was hot and the sunlight was a bit dazzling. Fifteen brand new golden brooms rose into the sky, their mahogany brilliance shining brightly, drawing golden streams in the air, which was a bit dazzling.

The Ravenclaw team was quite strong and they had developed a new tactic based on the new broom. The vice-captain Roger Davies and the captain were in charge of the offense and defense respectively and they worked in perfect harmony. Their novel dispatching method was completely different from the past and they scored six goals in ten minutes, leaving Gryffindor a little confused.

"Gryffindor isn't going to lose, is it?" Professor Aurora Sinistra muttered.

Professor Bathsheda Barbling of Ancient Runes patiently explained: "Quidditch is not just a game of scoring goals, the key is the Golden Snitch."

"..."

Professor Flitwick said nothing, but his small hands clenched his sleeves tightly, his eyes fixed on the field.

Melvin didn't bother the dean.

Falling behind, Gryffindor was unable to cope with Ravenclaw's new tactics and quickly switched to a defensive strategy to prevent the gap from widening. The audience knew that their hopes were pinned on the Golden Snitch, so all eyes turned to the Seeker.

Two brooms were flying around the field, hovering at the edge, Harry a dozen feet ahead, his green eyes piercing.

The seventh-year Ravenclaw player behind him was hot on his heels, gritting his teeth and persevering, but not daring to push his speed. He hadn't fully adjusted to his broom since the change was a bit hasty.

Ten minutes later, Harry suddenly increased his speed and used the over-stall maneuver to make an incredible turn. With this beautiful and almost dazzling maneuver, he quickly got rid of the following Seeker.

When he came to his senses, he was already hovering above the court, with his right hand raised high.

The dazzling metallic luster blooms in the palm of your hand.

The audience was silent for two or three seconds, and then erupted into thunderous cheers.

After Madam Hooch announced the result, the field quickly became a place of celebration for the students. They poured into the field, surrounded the players who had landed, and surrounded Harry with cheers, throwing him high into the air.

The noise reveals a vibrant and vibrant vitality.

……

May is coming to an end and summer is already here.

Melvin was standing on the podium in the classroom, with seventh-year students below. This was the last class of the Muggle Studies school year, and also the last class for this group of students.

The first twenty minutes were spent briefly reviewing the key concepts in the syllabus. These advanced students had a solid foundation, and the new teaching approach over the past year had broadened their horizons and expanded their thinking. They had achieved excellent results in the past few mock exams, which gave them a lot of confidence.

If we say that previous wizard scholars always conducted Muggle research from a narrow and extreme perspective, it was no different from studying mermaids, centaurs and veela.

The greatest effect of the new teaching method was not to instill a lot of Muggle knowledge into them, but to make them observe Muggle civilization again with equal and normal eyes, so that they could understand that wizards and Muggles had lived together for a long time, and those families that advocated pure-blood concepts actually relied on Muggles to make their fortunes in the beginning.

Technology exists on par with magic, and even surpasses magic in some aspects.

That’s another wonderful and magical thing.

Several students had chosen the course with the intention of facilitating their entry into the Ministry of Magic. Now that they had truly appreciated the changes brought about by technology, they planned to spend a few months immersed in Muggle society after graduation. Other pure-blood students had also decided to visit some Muggle cities and villages on their graduation trip to learn about technological civilization.

Melvin also found it amazing.

Unfortunately, he dropped out of school and did not go through this process. It was just right that he went back to Ilvermorny during the summer vacation. If the water snake could not give a sufficient reason, he would entangle it into a knot, with the end connected.

"This school year is coming to an end, and your student life is coming to an end too."

Melvin glanced around the classroom. "Cherish the remaining days. From now on, you must apply to Professor McGonagall in advance to return to school. Without a valid reason, you will basically be rejected. You can only look at the scenery of this castle, the Black Lake, and the Forbidden Forest through the mirror like those poor adult wizards."

There was a lot of laughter in the classroom, and there wasn't much going on.

"Professor, we can sneak in!"

"Use the Disillusionment Charm. Filch can't see it."

"I know several secret passages!"

"Can Professor McGonagall hide in your office when she's on patrol?"

"..."

Melvin smiled and didn't dwell on the topic: "Since you can even take the boring Muggle Studies class until the seventh grade, I know that you basically won't worry about your future jobs. As for your future life, I don't have any advice or suggestions. You need to explore it yourself.

"I just want to remind you a few things here. Don't limit your vision to the wizarding world. If you feel that life is difficult and your work is boring, you can go to the Muggle world and take a look. What I mean is, find a Muggle job and integrate into Muggle society."

"For example?" A girl raised her hand.

"For example, being a pizza delivery man, using Apparition to deliver pizzas, the work is easy, and the money is good..."

The students really liked this chatty and joking style of conversation, which was also taught in class. In just one year, Professor Lewinter left a very deep impression on them.

The classroom was noisy for more than ten minutes, full of meaningless chatter, and later Melvin even sat on the desk.

"..."

Melvin glanced at the time. A class lasted about two hours, and less than half of it had already passed. "I won't lecture for the rest of the time, and I won't keep you in the classroom to review. While the weather is nice, go out and get some sunshine."

"Long live Professor Lewinter!"

There was another round of cheers and shouts.

……

June 1st.

Melvin walked in the middle of the examination hallway, watching the students lower their heads and answer questions quietly. The classroom was filled with the pleasant smell of ink.

The Muggle Studies exam was much easier than other subjects. Due to the extremely hot weather, most exam rooms were like steamers. Only he had used a freezing spell to cool down the exam room in advance. Even if the candidates had finished writing, they were reluctant to hand in their papers early.

The final exam questions he gave were also very simple, including some basic definitions of terms, some interesting knowledge and common sense from the encyclopedia, and even some novel questions that required connecting words.

There are also some weird multiple-choice questions used to widen the score gap.

Originally, he planned to split Muggle Studies into theoretical and practical exams. The theoretical exam was needless to say, while the practical exam would require students to put batteries in radios, assemble flashlights, and operate such simple technological creations.

To go a step further, students can be taken directly to Muggle towns and allowed to interact and chat with ordinary people.

However, Professor McGonagall rejected his application and told him to remember to apply when school starts next year and to keep it as it is for this year.

The vice-president had great authority, so Melvin had to give up.

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