Hogwarts: This professor is too Muggle

Professor Kettleburn was not surprised. A Slytherin certified by the Sorting Hat, he had a complicated mind, so it was normal for him to see these signs. "Well, my vision is pretty good, isn't it?"

Melvin smiled and shook his head. "Hagrid likes magical creatures and can get along well with students, but he can't be a good professor of magical creatures right now."

"why?"

"Hagrid was expelled in his third year due to an unjust case, and he didn't receive a complete wizarding education at all. His knowledge of magical creatures came entirely from his own observations in the Forbidden Forest, and was very superficial. What seemed like a simple animal behavior to him was another matter to the students."

"..."

Kettleburn fell into deep thought.

"Hagrid often says that Acromantulas are gentle and adorable little creatures. To him, that's the case, because the Acromantulas in the Forbidden Forest are all descendants of Aragog. But what about the Acromantulas in the outside world? What about the Acromantulas in the eyes of students?"

"You have to know that Hagrid is not a pure-blood wizard and has a criminal record. He won't have 62 opportunities for probation. Given the current tense relationship between the Ministry of Magic, the Board of Governors, and the school, he will be dismissed if he makes just one mistake."

Melvin paused. "If you want Hagrid to become a qualified professor of magical creatures, you need him to learn systematic knowledge, understand the magical creatures in the eyes of normal wizards, and understand the characteristics and habits of normal animals."

Coming from a special advisor to the Examinations Authority, these words were particularly convincing.

Kettleburn had lived for decades and was very familiar with this kind of Slytherin-style persuasion. He followed the young professor's thoughts and thought for a moment, then quickly reacted and said with a helpless smile: "Melvin, Hagrid is also your friend. If you have any ideas or suggestions, just tell me directly."

"Muggle scientist Richard Feynman once proposed a learning method, believing that repetition and teaching others are the best and fastest ways to learn. If Hagrid wants to master the professor's knowledge as quickly as possible, the best way is to learn and repeat it at the same time."

"How to do it exactly?"

"Professor, the wonderful memories of your youth spent exploring the world shouldn't be forgotten. The Magic Mirror Club plans to film some informal programs. We'd like to use the colorful memories of magical creatures in your mind, and have Hagrid provide narration to introduce the morphological structure, physiological characteristics, genetic traits, and behavioral traits of magical creatures..."

Melvin smiled gently and said, "I named this show "Fantastic Beasts World"

"Sounds interesting."

Kettleburn stroked his beard in thought, his eyes growing brighter.

Although Hagrid has excellent qualities to be a professor, he also has many shortcomings. For example, after becoming a gamekeeper, he hardly left the British Isles. He has not even been to many places in England. His travels are limited to places like London and Hogsmeade. He has not seen many magical animals in person.

Using his own memory to broaden Hagrid's horizons and teaching him systematic animal knowledge in the middle of the process is indeed a good thing that kills two birds with one stone.

"The Magic Mirror Club will also provide generous rewards," Melvin added.

Now we can kill three birds with one stone.

Kettleburn repeated silently in his heart.

……

The sun slowly rose to its highest point.

I could faintly feel the scorching temperature outside, but fortunately the inside of the car was still cool. A corner of the black curtain was lifted by the wind, and the hot summer air blew in.

Hagrid finally took his eyes off Iserlon, walked into the carriage, took out a few rock cakes from his pocket and handed them to the two people inside, his expression full of eager anticipation: "Melvin, Professor Kettleburn, are you hungry? Have some rock cakes?"

"No, no, no."

Both professors, one old and one young, rejected his expectations and took out food from their luggage: mushroom soup, steak and stew packed by the school kitchen, accompanied by bread with jam.

Hagrid suddenly felt that the rock cake in his hand no longer tasted good.

"Hagrid, leave the rock cakes to Norbert and help us eat these. They won't keep fresh if we take them out. It's hot and they'll spoil easily."

"hey-hey……"

Fortunately, rock biscuits are not easily spoiled. Hagrid smiled and helped the two professors solve the problem. His mouth was full and his words were slurred. "I wonder if Fang has eaten it yet. If the centaurs' barbecue is not to his taste, I left him some rock biscuits under the bed..."

Listening to his mumbling, Kettleburn turned his head and met the eyes of Melvin, who was smiling beside him. After a moment's hesitation, he asked, "Hagrid, do you know what breed of dog Fang is?"

"Of course I know about the Neapolitan Mastiff. It usually looks fierce with its teeth bared, but it's actually a coward."

"Did you know there's a famous dog in England called the crup?"

"I've seen one. It looks a lot like a Jack Russell. There's a blind wizard from Wiltshire in the Hog's Head Inn who has a swallowtail with him. He said that to keep a swallowtail dog, you have to cut its tail off when it's a few weeks old. If you don't, it will grow up to have two forked tails, very similar to a swallow."

"This is a dog bred by wizards. It's a Class 3X dangerous animal. It looks like a small foxhound from the Muggle world, such as a Papillon or Pembroke Corgi. It has short hair, erect ears, and a forked tail. It's usually cream, light brown, or white, but there are also some with mixed colors. It has an aggressive tendency towards Muggles from a young age, manifesting itself by biting trouser legs and barking wildly. This is because its swallowtail can use magic to track Muggles."

Kettleburn observed Hagrid's expression as he introduced the situation. "You need to pass an exam at the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures before you can get a breeding license. According to Section 73-A of the Regulations for the Regulation of Magical Creatures, all cruppies must have their tails docked within eight weeks of birth."

"I see..." Hagrid responded halfheartedly.

He was a practical wizard, and if there was a crup in front of him that needed to be raised, he would definitely remember the physiological knowledge well, but now it was just a casual chat during lunch, and this knowledge would have to enter the digestive system along with the food.

Kettleburn was very helpless about this.

Melvin added with a smile, "In the mid-18th century, Thornton Harkaway, President of the Magical Congress of the United States of America, raised a pack of cruppies. Later, the pack of cruppies attacked the local Muggles in Williamsburg, Virginia. The incident became a major uproar, and as a result, Harkaway was removed from office, and the headquarters of the Magical Congress of the United States of America were moved to Baltimore."

"Is there such a thing?"

Hagrid's eyes widened at that.

"There have also been many cases of lapdogs attacking Muggles in England. These animals are extremely loyal to wizards and very vicious towards Muggles. Some people speculate that this is because the breeders of these dogs are pure-blood wizards."

"is it?"

Hagrid frowned.

Kettleburn thought for a moment, and began to understand how to impart knowledge to Hagrid - he had to tell him something interesting.

After some thought, he said, "Not necessarily. In fact, there are many magical animals that have unique feelings for wizards. Kneazles, Pegasus, and even Dumbledore's phoenix. Loyal pets all have similar habits."

Hagrid slowed down his eating, becoming slightly interested.

Kettleburn continued, "Some clever animals can even predict their own death. They often leave on their own accord, hiding from their owners. Perhaps they can't bear the separation, or they don't want to see their owners sad."

"..."

Melvin listened to the two people's lectures and felt that he had a clear understanding of the animal world. He slowly finished his lunch and continued to look through his own materials.

When it comes to collecting information on wizarding settlements, he has regular partners and they are all familiar with each other. The dark wizards in Knockturn Alley understand his needs better and have sorted out the wizarding ecology around Budapest and Romania, presenting every detail clearly.

The table and data make it clear at a glance.

Budapest is the capital of Hungary. Hungary is adjacent to Romania, and that area is also surrounded by Bulgaria, Serbia, Ukraine... The history of wizards is lagging behind, and to this day, they still prefer to call that entire area the Austro-Hungarian Empire.

The Austro-Hungarian Empire had many well-known figures in the magical world:

Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the Bulgarian Quidditch National Team, a wide variety of dragons, the Romanian Dragon Sanctuary, Nurmengard Wizarding Prison in Austria, the remnants of the wizarding cult in Budapest...

Melvin combined his own memories with these materials and noticed many interesting things. Things that seemed unrelated actually had hidden and wonderful connections between them.

Ukrainian Iron Belly, Hungarian Treepeak, Romanian Longhorn, Norwegian Ridgeback... a large number of fire dragons live here, forming the innate geographical conditions for establishing a protected area.

Durmstrang is extremely tolerant of dark magic, so it has cultivated many dark wizards with extreme personalities, the most famous of whom is Gellert Grindelwald.

The first generation of Dark Lord took advantage of the cultural environment here and successfully established the Witch Party.

Chapter 98 The Old Wizard's Dispute

In the evening, on the east bank of the Danube.

The streets near the cruise ship terminal are quite spacious, with a constant flow of people coming and going. The roads are covered with tire tracks, which can be considered prosperous.

Melvin sat in a hotel next to the opera house, eating Hungarian-style stew. The main ingredient was chicken, with onions and tomatoes as side dishes, and the spices were bay leaves and paprika. It was slow-cooked until the bones and meat were tender, and sour cream was poured on it before serving to enhance the flavor.

I thought it was a dark dish, but it tasted pretty good.

Kettleburn and Hagrid were sitting nearby, and Iseron was temporarily lodged in the backyard of the hotel, drinking the local specialty plum brandy. The sound of their wings flapping and hooves could be faintly heard.

This is a wizard hotel. The restaurant is full of wizards and other intelligent creatures. The noise is a bit noisy, and various languages ​​are spoken, many of which are English.

"Have you heard? The mysterious man from England is back again!"

"Merlin's boots! Are they real or fake?"

"The news leaked from Hogwarts is spreading throughout the taverns of Britain. They say they're planning a comeback... Everyone knows Dumbledore's reputation. He didn't publicly deny it, and he even emphasized it during a meeting with students. It can't be fake."

"And then? The mysterious man was defeated again?"

"The situation is quite complicated. It seems that he hasn't fully recovered from his previous injuries. Last year, he controlled a dark wizard to sneak into the school and steal the Philosopher's Stone to heal his injuries. However, they were discovered by Harry Potter and his friends. Three new wizards confronted the dark wizard head-on, but there were no casualties. The mysterious man simply escaped again."

"Merlin's pants! That's amazing! Can you tell us the details?"

"There are cinema screens in every pub in Britain. Find some time to go and see it yourself. It's usually shown on weekends. If one pub doesn't have it, go to a few more. You're going there anyway to sell the goods."

"Movies? Those things that Muggles use, how can the Ministry of Magic tolerate such things and not list them as contraband?"

"They did file a lawsuit, but Dumbledore dismissed it. This thing was made by the school."

"..."

"Click."

Melvin chewed on the crispy toasted chimney rolls.

The dough is wrapped around a cone-shaped mold and baked to form a hollow chimney shape. The crust is caramelized and sprinkled with sugar, cinnamon, walnuts and coconut. The sweet fragrance is overwhelming when you take a bite.

Maybe it's because I've been in England for too long, but I actually found these things to taste surprisingly good. I don't know if they were delicious to begin with, or if the dedicated house-elf chefs made some improvements to them.

Although it is also a baked product, it tastes much better than the rock cake made by a certain game keeper.

"Hagrid, how does it taste?"

"great!"

"..."

Professor Kettleburn couldn't help but smile. The half-giant had good teeth and preferred to chew things that would grind his teeth, but his sense of taste was normal and he knew what was delicious.

"Professor, what kind of wizards are the Witch Party?" Hagrid asked vaguely.

"This is a wizarding association founded by Grindelwald in the early 20th century. Apart from a few die-hard wizards, many young people are actually deceived and manipulated by Grindelwald's extraordinary personal charm. They believe in some unrealistic hegemonic ideas and call themselves his followers and saints..."

Professor Kettleburn gave a very detailed account.

The wizarding merchants and travelers were still discussing the mysterious man, while outside there was the sound of Muggle whistles.

Melvin was a little surprised when he first arrived, but he gradually adapted and recalled the information he had read on the way while eating.

The wizards here abide by the Statute of Secrecy and never reveal any magical information to Muggles, but they are not closed off. Instead, they actively integrate into the city, work and live like ordinary residents, creating a harmonious ecology different from London and New York.

Budapest is actually composed of two parts, Buda and Pest. The east bank of the Mannheim River is the relatively flat Pest, which is mainly inhabited by Muggles and is relatively prosperous. The west bank is Buda, which is built on the mountain. Due to its unique terrain, movement is not so convenient and it is mainly inhabited by wizards.

The remnants of the Wuzui faction chose Buda, perhaps also because they considered that mountainous areas are easy to defend but difficult to attack.

As for the local Ministry of Magic?

No need to worry at all.

Not every country in the world has a Ministry of Magic, nor are there any conditions to establish one. Many places are small, with a wizarding population smaller than even a county in England. Without tax revenue, minerals, or natural resources to exchange for Galleons, it's impossible to establish a stable wizarding regime.