Hogwarts: This professor is too Muggle

They had just come out of the hotel. Because this man was too lazy to get up late, he just washed up and went downstairs. Christine kindly told him that there was still breakfast. It was not as delicious as when it was freshly cooked, but it was not cold either.

At this moment, Melvin was carrying a paper bag of chimney rolls and eating them with warm milk while walking. The sound of the rolls made a crunching sound, which did not look very elegant.

"It has nothing to do with the case of the stolen dragon eggs. I am not obligated to answer your questions." Christine said calmly. She did not want to reveal the internal affairs of the Rosier family.

Melvin didn't care: "After graduating from Beauxbatons, why don't you stay in Paris?"

"..."

Christine frowned slightly. This person's question brought back memories of her time in France, not so pleasant memories.

"It has nothing to do with the theft. I don't want to answer."

"That's it..."

Melvin muttered something, smiled silently, and did not ask any further questions.

The two walked silently along the Danube River. Christine looked at the ripples on the river, her light-colored eyes lost in thought. Memories of Paris kept coming back to her, making her feel upset.

"You really don't want to chat? Your expression seems to be full of stories." Melvin turned to look at the witch, "And it's the kind of story that involves the intense conflict between parental love and free will."

"?"

Christine frowned and looked up. The young professor next to her had finished eating the chimney roll, threw the empty paper bag into the trash can by the bridge, took out a tissue from his pocket to wipe his hands, and looked nonchalant.

"Have you investigated me?" she couldn't help but ask.

"No need to investigate, I'm just guessing..." Melvin took a sip of warm milk, "A young lady from a pure-blood family leaves the familiar sphere of influence of her family and seeks refuge in a remote place with unfamiliar relatives. Either her parents force her to work in a profession she doesn't like, or her family forces her to marry another pure-blood wizard."

It was clearly a painful experience that had troubled him for nearly two years, but when he spoke of it, it seemed like some second-rate cliché drama. Christine felt a little complicated, but she couldn't refute it.

The two walked along the riverside, waiting for Melvin to finish his carton of expired milk. Christine looked at the road and the river in silence, occasionally catching a glimpse of the professor next to her, and her eyes changed slightly.

I secretly prayed that the summer vacation would end soon so that the professor could return to school to teach.

"Is Beauxbatons good at alchemy?" Melvin asked.

"Fortunately, the school places great emphasis on teaching ancient runes. Only those with a passing grade in runes can enter alchemy."

"Oh, how are your rune grades?"

"I got excellent grades in both level exams, but I didn't choose Alchemy because I don't like those subjects." Christine paused. "Hogwarts' alchemy course is also excellent, right? I heard Abernathy mention that there's a new invention called the Shadow Mirror."

"Our school only has runes, and we haven't opened an alchemy course yet."

"very nice……"

Melvin had a thoughtful expression as he pieced together the witch's story.

It was simply that the Rosier family noticed her talent and coerced and tricked her into studying alchemy, intending to use their resources to propel her to a certain position and expand the family's influence into related fields. Perhaps it was a tough attitude, perhaps it was excessive, or perhaps Christine truly had no interest in alchemy, so she went abroad.

They finally walked into a secluded alley on the side of the street, and with a slight tremor in the air, their figures disappeared.

……

In the morning, on the edge of the Carpathian Mountains, the looking glass in the cave vibrated at a fixed frequency, which was a sign that the trace of the fire dragon had been found.

The surroundings were very quiet, with only the occasional whistling sound of the breeze blowing through the cave. Strange-looking magic mirrors, black magic detectors and secret-detecting antennas were placed here, covering half of the cave. If moved to the ground, these devices could be spread out to detect the surrounding area of ​​several thousand feet.

The other Wu Cui believers were glad that they didn't have to follow Vida to do anything that would put their lives at risk. They just had to investigate clues to the case and work diligently, doing what they should do and contributing money when it was necessary.

Special looking glasses for tracking fire dragons, antennas that sound the alarm when detecting conspiracies and lies, mirrors that reveal disguised tracking positions... It can be said that they have blocked this pass, and no wizard can pass through silently.

Steady footsteps entered the cave, and detecting the approach of a strange wizard, the magic mirror and golden antenna trembled slightly. Finding no disguise or lies, they returned to calm.

Deep in the cave, Abernathy and Vida looked at each other, then turned and watched Melvin and Christine walk up to them.

The old witch remained silent. Abernethy sighed helplessly and began to report the situation.

"That group of guys had a very thorough plan to steal the dragon eggs. They also instigated a dozen dragons to riot, intending to take advantage of the chaos in the protected area and sneak out of the country without anyone noticing." Abernethy glanced at Melvin. "But thanks to Professor Lewynter's help in quickly subduing the dragons, the Romanian Ministry of Magic sealed off the border faster than expected. This group of wizards didn't dare to force their way out and were trapped."

Melvin nodded thoughtfully.

After the dragon egg theft, most tourists were stranded in Romania and all relevant staff were suspended. They were only allowed to leave after the Ministry of Magic investigated and cleared all suspicions.

They were able to leave smoothly yesterday because they took a special passage. The reasons were complicated. Firstly, they helped subdue the dragon, secondly, Professor Kettleburn was a regular customer, and the Hogwarts brand was also playing a role...

"The border is under martial law, and Apparition is prohibited in the protected area. The thieves don't have a Portkey, and they haven't escaped yet. The Aurors found their tracks last night and chased them all the way through the mountains for more than ten hours.

"We suspect the thieves over there are about to give up and will try to break out by force."

Abernathy unfolded a map of the Carpathian Mountains and pointed it out to Melvin. "The Aurors are chasing them inside, and we're exploring outside. The sniffer has made noises at these five locations. We've checked three of them and suspect they'll break in from these two locations."

The Carpathian Mountains have diverse terrain. The two locations marked on the map are: one is a flat and open meadow with a tight blockade visible to the naked eye; the other is a rugged and narrow valley with lush vegetation, where the strength of the blockade cannot be seen.

Melvin thought for a moment, frowned, and asked, "Has the Ministry of Magic set up ambushes in all these places?"

"They can't do it."

Christine next to him replied, "Some Aurors have been temporarily suspended. The Ministry of Magic is already short-staffed. Even if they ask for reinforcements from the surrounding areas, they can only blockade the mountainous area. They can't set up ambushes in several places at the same time. They must have only chosen one location."

Abernathy nodded in agreement with her analysis, then sighed, "But we haven't found out where the Aurors are lying in ambush. Vogel hasn't spoken to us old friends in a long time, let alone given us any information."

Christine stared at the map, thought for a moment, and pointed at the valley. "Based on my understanding of our director, he should ambush here."

"It doesn't matter where the Aurors are ambushing. What matters is where the thieves break out."

Old Vader's voice was sharp and slightly harsh. She looked up at Melvin and asked sinisterly, "Professor Lewinter, what do you think?"

This is not out of respect, but rather a bit of watching the show.

After all, Melvin is not Grindelwald. The Wiccan Party reached a deal with him and was willing to serve him for three years, but it was not an oath of allegiance. He had done his best to find out this information. At the critical moment, Melvin still had to make his own decision.

If he makes the wrong choice, it is his own problem and has nothing to do with the UMNO.

Melvin didn't care about her little thoughts. He looked down at the eye-catching dragon egg mark that had just been marked on the hand-drawn map and fell into deep thought.

"They want to take the dragon eggs away, so the route they choose is crucial. As long as they escape the restricted area of ​​Apparition, they can get rid of the Aurors. If it were up to me, I would rather choose a meadow with a wide view than risk going into a narrow valley."

Melvin analyzed slowly, pointing at each one. "They are bold and careful thieves, not fools. The valley is long and narrow, and there are dense green plants on both sides. If they are blocked, they will be wiped out."

"Then shall we gather our men now and set up an ambush outside the meadow?" Abernathy looked up at him.

"You don't need to get involved. The dragon egg theft has a terrible impact. If the Witch Party gets too involved, it might arouse the suspicion of the Romanian Ministry of Magic and cause unnecessary trouble."

Melvin shook his head and said, "I can go there by myself."

"..."

Seeing the young professor making a copy of the map and turning to leave the cave base, Abernethy sighed again. He didn't know how many times he sighed in just two days.

Vida felt inexplicably heavy.

The two sides reached an equal deal. The professor seemed to really regard the Wu Cui Party as a partner and put himself in other people's shoes, while these iron pots always suspected that there was something fishy about others.

Christine lowered her head and held her wand, a gleam flickering in her light-colored eyes.

……

At the end of June, the climate in the outskirts of the Carpathian Mountains is warm, and the vegetation is lush and green, especially the broad and flat meadows, which stretch out in green and give people a refreshing feeling from a distance.

The Aurors' temporary tent base was next to a rubble, and was also equipped with sniffers and magical items for breaking disguises, but the number was not as large as that of the saints, and the variety was not as comprehensive.

Several groups of Aurors were patrolling and investigating back and forth with solemn and heavy expressions. Apparition was prohibited in the entire meadow. If a wizard wanted to break out from here, he would have to cross the meadow under the attack of 15 adult wizards, which was definitely not the right choice.

During the intense patrols and searches, the sun rotated from east to west and slowly disappeared behind the mountains in the west.

As the sky gradually darkened, the Aurors who were temporarily transferred over relaxed a lot.

According to the information they received, the people from the Law Enforcement Department and the Animal Management Department had been chasing them for nearly two days and one night. The group of dark wizards had fled in a panic and were exhausted. Even if they wanted to force their way in, they would not dare to choose this place.

In the orange sunset, a recliner made of deformed hay was placed under a tree not too far away. Its color blended with the vast meadow and could not be seen at all unless you looked closely.

"I don't know how they will break through..."

Melvin closed the storybook in his hand. He bought it at the market last night. It was said to be a collection of King Rudolf II of Hungary in the 16th century and a manuscript of the Hermetic School of Alchemy.

In fact, it is just a fable to appease children, with awkward wording and content that is not as good as "The Collection of Poisonous Mushroom Stories".

Christine leaned against a tree, glanced down at his grass-stained shirt, and asked softly, "Are we targeting the dragon eggs, or those thieves?"

"It depends on the situation. We are not the Romanian Ministry of Magic, so we don't have to try so hard."

"..."

Christine did not refute, but just stared at him silently with her light eyes.

Melvin took a few seconds to react and couldn't help laughing. He was about to explain a few words, but suddenly he caught a glimpse of a figure out of the corner of his eye and immediately stood up and looked into the distance.

Where the edge of the mountain range meets the meadow, there is no forest to block the view. The setting sun shines on the scattered rocks. Normally, it should be a mottled orange-red, but what covers the mountain is not rocks, but neatly arranged dragon scales.

The setting sun shone on the black scales, casting a beautiful color. A Hebridean black dragon raised its head and roared softly, as if it was whimpering sadly.

Under the gazes of more than a dozen people, the black dragon lowered its head and searched between the cracks in the rocks, sniffing the faint scent, which aroused the curiosity of the wizards present.

A flying broom shot out from behind like lightning and headed straight for the border of the mountain range. There was no wizard on it, only a dragon egg hanging on the tail!

"Roar……"

The black dragon roared in anger, spread its huge wings with bone spurs, and chased after it.

Christine stared at the movement in the distance and didn't react for a moment. Her mind raced to organize the information she had collected, and she soon realized what the group of wizards who stole the dragon eggs had done.

Melvin narrowed his eyes and thought that those wizards were crazy, but they were crazy in a smart way.

At the beginning, he planned to take advantage of the dragon riot and escape in the chaos. He was blocked inside for two days, but he did not lose his mind. Instead, he quickly changed his plan and circled the reserve with the Aurors. He unknowingly caught a dragon with a dragon egg.

They did not attempt a rash breakout during the day, but instead stimulated the fire dragon to be the vanguard at dusk, and they followed behind to break out of the blockade.

The Aurors in front of the tent were already in a panic.

They were Aurors, not breeders, and had no experience in dealing with fire dragons. They did not dare to stop the broom casually, fearing that there was some spell on it. If they accidentally broke the dragon egg, the black dragon would probably go berserk on the spot.

The scoops and secret detectors ticked, alerting them that the dark wizard was approaching, but the meadow in the twilight was undulating in the strong wind stirred up by the black dragon's wings, and nothing could be seen clearly.

Chapter 108 The Sunset

The young professor looked out at the rolling grass waves. The setting sun was a little dazzling. He narrowed his eyes slightly and breathed slowly and evenly. Then he moved his lips and whispered "iron armor".

During the Christmas holidays last year, he began to conceive of integrating the Shield Charm and the Bubble Charm, and consulted Professor Flitwick and Headmaster Dumbledore successively. As his magic power increased, he began to see initial results. At first, he could only barely protect his entire body, guarding against Quirrell's attack and Norbert's dragon fire. Gradually, he was able to put several people around him into the bubble.

As the Shadow Mirror spread across the British Isles, its magical power continued to grow, until now, the Ironclad Bubble had become his most powerful protective magic. This invisible, colorless, and solid bubble was initially only for passive defense, but as its range expanded, it could be used in other ways.

An impenetrable defense is also, to some extent, an unstoppable attack.

Melvin opened his arms, and a surge of magical power poured out.