Hogwarts: This professor is too Muggle

The three of them jumped and ran to the other side of the chessboard, waving excitedly at this side.

Ron was smug, thinking the chessboard was his medal. Harry was grinning, while Hermione quietly observed the chessboard and saw that it had indeed not changed. She then quietly observed the professor, but still found nothing.

The other students' eyes immediately lit up, and they noisily began to form teams.

Melvin remained expressionless, glancing at the rookies calmly. He waved his hand to restore the chess pieces and board, "Next group!"

……

"Due to restrictions, the giant monster level can only be skipped, so..."

Melvin stood at the door of the room, which was blocked at the front and back, and pointed at the long table in front of him. On it were a pile of bottles and jars filled with brightly colored liquids, and next to it was a piece of parchment with a reasoning puzzle written on it.

"Seamus, are you still going to do the first set?"

"Of course!"

Seamus grinned.

Dean also nodded heavily, his eyes determined. This time he wanted to be a brave man.

Dean took a few steps forward and picked up the parchment. Initially, he was a little nervous, worried that the professor would change the puzzle, but after a quick glance, he found that the content was still the same: "Danger lies ahead, safety lies behind."

"Hey……"

Dean grinned, not bothering to reason, and went straight to the smallest bottle and the round bottle. Seamus and Neville each got one and gulped it down.

Neville smacked his lips, feeling the taste was a little familiar.

Dean turned around and proudly raised the empty bottle, indicating that they had passed this level.

Melvin nodded to indicate that their results were effective, and he took out two bottles of potion and put them back in their original places. The bottles were exactly the same size as before, and even their positions were unchanged.

"Next group!"

“That’s just copying the answers!”

This time Hermione couldn't help herself and looked up at the professor.

Melvin still didn't react and kept the exam going. He waited until the last Slytherin group finished drinking the potion and then calmly announced the end of the exam.

That afternoon, they passed three levels in total, and each time they passed easily. The little wizards all experienced the adventure of a warrior.

It’s a pity that the results cannot be announced on the spot.

……

In the vice principal's office.

Professor McGonagall looked at the schematic diagrams of the three levels, which were almost exactly the same as their original designs. She glanced at them and keenly discovered something was wrong.

Some of the Devil's Snare vines were smeared with a dark red sap;

The chessboard created by the transfiguration technique is smaller than the original one, with aisles left at the edges for people to pass through.

Professor McGonagall closed the blueprint, took a deep breath, and was silent for a moment. "I can accept the first two levels, but what about the last one? According to the puzzle reasoning, those two bottles are indeed the antidote, right?"

"Does a puzzle have to be true?"

"?"

"Defense Against the Dark Arts is a course designed to protect students from the harm of dark wizards. It's written in the textbook's preface: Don't believe anything dark wizards say, don't believe anything suspicious."

Melvin explained seriously, "When faced with bottles of unfamiliar potions, normal wizards should use their knowledge of potions to determine the type of potion by the color, texture, and viscosity of the liquid, rather than trusting any suspicious hints."

"I specifically consulted Professor Snape. The potions displayed there are all very basic, and except for those two bottles, the others are all correct answers." Melvin paused and added, "Professor Snape didn't want to pay attention to me at first, but when he heard that I wanted to make Harry and the others fail the course, he immediately agreed to cooperate and even generously donated the potions."

Professor McGonagall suddenly felt a little tired: "What are those two bottles of medicine?"

"The diluted scabies medicine isn't poison; it'll just give them a few pimples."

"..."

Professor McGonagall rubbed her brows helplessly and wanted him to organize a new practical test, but after thinking about it carefully, Melvin's behavior made sense.

After the adventure of guarding the Philosopher's Stone was made public, many students became impatient and felt that they could also complete the adventure and become famous in the wizarding world. This kind of test could make them face reality a little.

After thinking quietly for a moment, Professor McGonagall made a decision: "Don't tell the students this news for now. I will discuss it with the other deans tomorrow. Perhaps this method can be extended to other grades."

Melvin nodded: "Okay, Professor."

"By the way, the results of the Defense Against the Dark Arts practical exam will be announced this weekend. You will explain it to the students in the auditorium then."

Chapter 94 Year-end Dinner

Friday, January 6th.

The Muggle Studies level exam was over, and the completely relieved candidates poured out of the exam room, ran briskly through the corridors, jumped down the stairs in two steps, and ran to the lake to enjoy the relaxation.

The results of the level test will be sent to the students during the summer vacation, and they will be able to spend about a month of leisure time.

Melvin walked slowly along the corridors and stairs, occasionally greeting the portraits on the wall. Professor Tofty, who was trembling beside him, could not walk faster.

Elective written exams like Muggle Studies and Arithmancy are always scheduled last. When this exam is over, all exams for the academic year are over.

The young wizards were liberated, and the professors were liberated too.

Walking across a staircase landing, Melvin turned his head to look at the portraits and ghosts on both sides. They were discussing the program of the college party and the summer vacation arrangements. The summer sun shone into the castle through the windows. All the thinking beings in the school were looking forward to the arrival of summer vacation.

"It's the ghosts."

Professor Tofty held up the sealed test paper, a smile on his aged face. "Is Lord Porpington of Gryffindor still around? The students all called him Nearly Headless Nick. When I was a student, he would go to Kent every summer to meet a widow ghost."

"I didn't expect Nick to have such a love story."

"Ha ha……"

Unfortunately, Nick is unwilling to reveal the full story, and the Ghost Repertory Theatre puts on several shows each year about his experience being beheaded by a blunt axe.

We went downstairs while chatting.

When I reached the corner of the marble staircase, I found that the surroundings were extremely quiet. The portraits and ghosts lowered their voices to chat, and the students who passed by would stop playing and chasing each other, act in a well-behaved manner, and trot quickly through the hallway.

Melvin and Professor Tofty walked to the hallway without stopping and followed the students' gaze.

I saw two elderly figures standing at the entrance of the lobby, one tall and one short, looking at the field and Black Lake in the distance, with a faint smile on their lips. When they greeted the students passing by, they would remind them to be careful.

It was the principal and Ms. Marchbank.

Ms. Marchbank was wearing a gray wizard robe with the badge of the Administration pinned on her chest. She was leaning on a short staff. There was nothing wrong with her legs and feet, she just needed to make standing and walking easier.

Melvin shifted his gaze slightly to the path between the venues, and saw other old wizards from the Administration boarding the Thestral carriage under the guidance of Professor McGonagall.

The exam is over and this group of old wizards are going back.

Melvin stepped forward and nodded slightly to the two old wizards. "Ms. Marchbanks, if you're not in a hurry, how about staying for dinner? The end-of-year dishes are particularly sumptuous."

"My teeth are almost falling out, so I can't enjoy the feast any more."

Ms. Marchbanks' wrinkled face was covered with a smile. Her eyes moved as she looked Melvin up and down. Her smile became even kinder. She turned to look at Dumbledore and said softly:

"I don't have the answers to the questions you asked, but the Administration has a lot of sealed information, including some from Haierbo's era. I'll go back and look for it, and I might find something."

"Don't worry, it's not a big deal." Dumbledore smiled.

"If you really have no idea, write to those old guys and ask them, Bathilda Basak, Mustola Bacvis, Barry Winkle..."

Marchbanks mentioned the names of several long-lived wizards and paused for a moment: "They are all dying. There is no need to worry about them leaking secrets."

Dumbledore nodded repeatedly, but it was unclear whether he understood or not.

Melvin said goodbye to Professor Tofty.

Although the two did not reveal the specific problem, he understood when he heard Hercule's name that it was still about the Horcruxes and Voldemort.

The Wizarding Examinations Authority has a longer history than the Ministry of Magic, and it houses a lot of lost information. The old headmaster probably wanted to try his luck when he consulted Marchbank, but unfortunately he didn't get anything out of it.

As for the several old wizards she recommended, they were basically useless.

In the entire wizarding world, is there anyone who has lived longer than Nicolas Flamel?

After sending Ms. Marchbank and Professor Tofty onto the carriage, Melvin watched them go away, then turned to look at the students scattered around the grounds and by the lake. He paused for a moment and couldn't help but smile.

The results of the Defense Against the Dark Arts practical exam are about to be announced.

The little wizards were still playing carefree. Some of them slid down the grass slope slowly, some sat under the trees by the lake and talked and laughed, and some stretched their limbs and lay on the grass.

He sensed no ill intentions from the Muggle Studies professor.

Dumbledore also heard about the practical exam. The first graders took the exam first, which was to re-run the adventure level on the fourth floor. As a result, they all failed. I don’t know how Melvin talked to Minerva, but the practical exams for the next few grades were replaced with this, and everyone failed.

A smile appeared on his face. "Tomorrow is the year-end dinner, Melvin. When are you going to tell the children the news?"

"After the dinner, let them have a pleasant year-end dinner."

"Do you have any plans for the summer vacation?"

"I'm going to Romania. Hagrid is going to visit his dragon cub. There's a Budapest Wizard Market there, and I'm going to check out the market on the way."

"What happens after the inspection?"

"Go back to Ilvermorny."

"When will you go back to school?"

"Late August, what's the matter?"

Melvin studied him quietly.

He always felt that the terrible old principal wanted to drag him on an adventure, to explore a seaside cave, or to hunt for treasure in an abandoned house in a remote village...

"School is busy before term starts, so if you come back early you can help Minerva."

"..."

Melvin watched the old principal go upstairs and disappear around the corner. After a moment of silence, he decided to return to school with the students.

I'm just a professor of elective courses, why do I always want to arrange overtime?

……

The next evening.

The magic dome simulates the starry sky of a midsummer night, and inside the auditorium, a grand dinner is taking place.

Silver-green ribbons hung from the walls and ceiling, and a large banner was painted with the Slytherin giant snake spitting out its tongue. At the four long tables of the colleges, the young wizards of Gryffindor were calculating their college scores, while the Slytherins were generally silent.