Hogwarts: This professor is too Muggle

The theoretical exam lasted about a week.

The professors of other elective courses were on vacation, and in addition to his main job of teaching Muggle Studies, Melvin was also responsible for the first-year Defense Against the Dark Arts practical exam.

He hadn't made any preparation for this exam. The exam room was located in the restricted area on the fourth floor. He simplified the levels a little and made some minor modifications, which counted as practical exam questions.

Wednesday afternoon.

Melvin came out of his office with a brisk step. He had just finished marking the theory exam papers, and the students' results made him feel very accomplished.

When we arrived at the room at the end of the corridor on the fourth floor, the candidates were already waiting in line.

The students were divided into four teams according to their colleges. There was a glint in everyone's eyes. They could get close to the legend through the adventure stories in the mirror and the precise levels that tested their wisdom, courage and magical skills.

Harry, Ron and Hermione were surrounded by classmates, all asking for tips on how to pass the levels.

Melvin came to the front and cleared his throat:

"You should be very familiar with this place. I heard from Mr. Filch that he has caught naughty students strolling around at night here many times, and some of you have been punished to clean up, right?"

"..."

Many students looked away, looking embarrassed.

There are four houses, and Draco is one of them.

"As you can see, today's practical exam is a level-by-level test. I won't go into the details of the levels, but will simply explain the exam rules."

Melvin calmly looked at the group of rookies eager to try. "In order to adapt to the exam, some levels have been simplified. We will test you one level at a time, and the grades are divided into O, E, A, P..."

Chapter 93 All failed

at dusk.

Melvin enjoyed his dinner while chatting with Professor Flitwick. The house-elves had already started preparing for the year-end dinner, and the meals during this period were much more sumptuous.

Flitwick crushed the potatoes on his plate, glancing frequently toward the hallway, and asked in a shrill voice, "Should they be here soon?"

"Well, Professor McGonagall has gone to the school gate to meet us." As a special consultant to the Examinations Authority, Melvin received news early on that a working group from the Examinations Authority would arrive at the school today.

"Minerva?"

"Who else?"

"..."

The two glanced at the middle seat of the guest of honor. The principal was not there and they didn't know what he was busy with.

At seven o'clock in the evening, there was a faint noise coming from the direction of the hallway. Melvin and Professor Flitwick looked at each other, wiped their mouths, stood up and walked down from the guest of honor seat to greet them.

Many young wizards noticed that the sixth and seventh grade students seemed a little restless. After a brief exchange, the entire auditorium knew that the Examination Administration working group had arrived.

Hermione's eyes moved, following the professor's figure, then she turned and looked towards the hallway, where she saw several elderly wizards in the distance.

"what!"

The four long tables of the college were filled with chattering sounds, and many girls even screamed at the top of their lungs.

To be honest, they are too old, very old and ugly.

He was as thin as the Whomping Willow in autumn and winter, with skin hanging loosely on his bones. Age spots and twisted veins could be seen on his pale cheeks. His gray hair was sparse and soft. His cloudy eyes rolled in his shrunken eye sockets, bloodless, like a specimen soaked in water.

"Ms. Marchbank, Professor Tofty." Melvin greeted them with a smile.

The hunchbacked witch standing in the center of the front row was none other than Ms. Marchbank, the long-unseen director of the Examinations Authority. Her face seemed to have more wrinkles, densely packed like a spider web, but she seemed in good spirits and had a resonant voice.

Next to him was Professor Tofty, with an ugly and scary tumor.

The two old wizards were discussing the arrangements for this year's exams. They were responsible for invigilating the wizard level exams every year. This kind of close contact with young wizards always brought comfort to their old souls.

"Oh, Melvin, we meet again."

Ms. Marchbanks became more and more like a little old lady. She happily pulled Melvin aside to talk, "I've seen the movie that was released on Easter. We've all seen it. It's very good and very interesting. The wizarding world needs something new and interesting like this."

"This is all thanks to you for helping maintain the mirror during the last trial." Melvin raised his voice slightly so that the hard-of-hearing old professors could hear clearly without sounding noisy.

"That's nothing. Clearing away obstacles for young wizards is exactly what we old folks should do." Ms. Marchbanks still remembered the scene of the last trial. "You were in a hurry to return to school at that time to deal with Quirrell's matter, right? Dumbledore was in a hurry and refused to say anything. Now we can finally talk, right?"

Marchbanks looked around the hallway intently, as if expecting the headmaster to pop out of a broom cupboard. "Where's Dumbledore? I have so many questions for him."

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips and had a blank expression on her face. Anyone could see that she was unhappy.

"Sorry...I'm stuck on a flight of stairs on the fourth floor."

Dumbledore appeared from nowhere and said with a smile, without any sign of nonsense, "Did you have a pleasant journey, Ms. Marchbank?"

"It went very well, very well. We've been here many times before! Every year, for over a hundred years!" Marchbanks exclaimed, not impressed by the perfunctory greeting. "Don't forget, I was the invigilator for your NEWTs."

"Of course I remember Transfiguration and Charms," ​​Dumbledore added patiently.

Marchbanks eyes showed a hint of nostalgia: "I remember too, you used your wand to do things I've never seen before. Young wizards always bring surprises to the wizarding world. You were like that back then, and Melvin is like that now."

Dumbledore nodded slightly. "Come to my office for a cup of tea, and we can talk."

"..."

A group of old wizards who were about two hundred years old were led upstairs by a young wizard who was a hundred years old. Their old bones were trembling, and many students were worried that they would fall. Fortunately, no accidents happened until they disappeared around the corner.

Melvin watched them go with a smile on his face. When the hall quieted down again, he turned to the Vice-Principal, who had been busy all day, and said, "Professor McGonagall, the transcript for the first-year Defense Against the Dark Arts practical exam is on your desk. Have you taken a look?"

"How dare you mention transcripts to me, Melvin?"

Professor McGonagall was so surprised she was speechless, her glasses flashing with anger. "The entire first year, all the students in the four houses, failed... How did you manage to get such a result?"

"Well, listen to me slowly."

……

Back to this afternoon.

The room at the end of the corridor on the fourth floor.

"...That's it. Is there anything else unclear?"

"no!"

After listening to Professor Lewynter's explanation of the rules of the exam, the students were eager to try.

So Melvin waved his wand to close the door and open the old trapdoor. The atmosphere in the enclosed space suddenly became serious and the young wizards immediately quieted down.

The students surrounding Hermione and the other two dispersed and lined up according to their colleges.

We had seen relevant videos during the Easter holidays, and Ron had been giving lectures in the auditorium for the past two months. Almost all the students present knew the content of the next level. There was a devil's snare under the trapdoor, which was sensitive to light and fire.

Further back were keys floating in the air, and giant stone-carved wizard chess pieces...

"Can this be considered a test?" Hermione frowned slightly.

"Maybe considering we're first years, it's good enough that we can pass it smoothly." Ron muttered softly, holding his new wand, which was fourteen inches long, made of willow, and the core was unicorn hair.

The wand no longer backfires frequently, and spells no longer lag or malfunction. He now feels incredibly powerful.

Harry looked at the cave below the trapdoor and had a feeling that Professor Lewynter's test would not be so easy.

The other students present didn’t have much idea. The exam was of a simple difficulty level, and they knew the questions and standard answers several months in advance... They couldn’t wait to start the adventure.

"In order of house division, Gryffindor will lead the way, followed by Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin..." Melvin stood next to the trapdoor, smiling. "Gryffindor warriors, begin."

Swish!

As soon as he finished speaking, before the other students could react, Seamus jumped in immediately, so fast that only his afterimage could be seen.

"Alas!"

The joyful shouts echoed in the cave, the lingering sound lasting for a few seconds before quickly disappearing.

This behavior of striving for the first place inspired the enthusiasm of other candidates. The other little wizards looked at each other with excited expressions and fiery eyes.

"Next," Melvin called out calmly.

Dean Thomas no longer hesitated. He walked lightly and jumped neatly. His movements and posture were much better than Seamus's, and he was very calm, without making any ghostly howls.

"next."

"Look at me!"

Ron took two steps forward and dived in.

Harry and Hermione hesitated before jumping, but only for a few seconds. Only Neville, who was lagging behind, glanced at the professor when his name was called, but said nothing. He slowly slid down the hole, finally grasping the edge with all ten fingers, but still unable to reach the bottom, he let go and fell.

The other students behind followed suit and jumped into the cave one after another, each one more skillful and decisive than the last.

……

After successfully passing through the Devil's Gateway checkpoint, the little wizards' faces flushed with excitement. Their originally clean and tidy wizard robes became wrinkled and stained with dark red juice, with a fishy smell like a sewer.

Walk through the corridor and into a wooden door.

Melvin pointed to the towering black and white stone sculpture and explained to the students, "Because the key level is too time-consuming, we'll skip it. The second level is a giant stone sculpture of a wizard chess piece..."

"Professor, let's get started."

"Let's go first, Gryffindor. In groups of three, Dean, Neville, we go."

"Shouldn't we occupy the grid first?"

"hurry up."

"..."

Neville had no choice but to follow them onto the chessboard.

The stone chess pieces began to slide and move, and the game proceeded in the expected direction.

Seamus had heard Ron talk about this game of chess hundreds of times, and had demonstrated it dozens of times in the lounge. In the early stages, the chess pieces were manipulated to fight normally, exchanging pieces with each other, and finally one of them would play the role of a knight, actively sacrificing himself in exchange for a chance to break the game.

For students who know how to play chess, with the demonstration of the standard answer in the previous section, the attack of the queen piece can be avoided in advance, so all three people can pass the level smoothly.

Play the knight commander who is the most prominent.

"Dean, move four spaces to the left and front!"

"Neville, keep going!"

"..."

Finally, Xi Mo put himself in front of the queen, showing a fearless expression, and then rolled and crawled to avoid the attack.