Hogwarts: This professor is too Muggle

The undulating green grass seemed to freeze for a moment. The black dragon flapping its wings in the air clearly felt that something was spreading out in all directions with the wizard as the center, and condensed into a transparent bubble film in a wide oval space.

The howling wind and waves suddenly stopped, and then they shook the meadow even more violently. An invisible and intangible membrane covered half of the meadow horizontally and stretched vertically to several hundred feet in the air.

The mountain border is sealed like an iron curtain.

"..."

The wind and waves messed up Christine's long hair and fluttered her robes. She had already vaguely sensed the faint fluctuation of magic, but the wind and waves raised by the black dragon were too strong. The black wizard who was about to escape felt an inexplicable sense of urgency and had no time to care about this fluctuation.

Like several Aurors who were temporarily transferred, Christine gripped her wand tightly, ready to cast the Apparition Magic to try her luck, when she suddenly saw a shocking scene.

Several figures flying on brooms appeared out of thin air and slammed into the transparent city wall. Their flying momentum suddenly stopped, and their whole bodies seemed to be knocked down by the black dragon's broad wings, falling heavily on the meadow.

The sound is dull.

When Christine was studying at Beauxbatons, she heard the professor of Magical Creatures talk about a phenomenon. He said that Muggles were developing too fast and animals in the wild had not had time to adapt to their technological creations. In the urban forests built of concrete and steel, birds could be seen dying every year by crashing into transparent glass. They were either hit to pieces on the spot or fell from a high place onto the concrete ground and were smashed to pieces.

Silently gazing into the distance, Christine looked at this shocking scene and felt that the escaping dark wizards were like birds hitting steel and concrete with their flesh and blood.

The stationed Aurors stood there in a daze, staring at the scene, their brains somewhat frozen.

At the edge of the silent meadow, a thick beam of stun spell shot out, and the red light penetrated the scales on the black dragon's belly from bottom to top.

"boom……"

The Hexagonal Black Dragon's body froze, its wings half-open and half-closed, its huge body hovering in the air for a few seconds, then plummeting to the ground, stirring up even greater wind and waves that blew across the meadow.

In the center of the smoke and dust, the exhausted mother dragon's pupils were dilated, but she was still holding on and refusing to fall asleep. Her nose was no longer able to smell, and her blank pupils were staring straight at the sky, trying to find the broom with the dragon egg.

In the last second before the nictitating membrane covered his eyes, he saw a young wizard walk up to him, take the dragon egg from the end of the broom, and put it into its claws.

The black dragon's mouth opened slightly, but no sound came out. It used only its remaining instinct to drive its body to protect the dragon egg under it. Its neck was wrapped around the dragon egg, and its wings were covering the side. The black dragon's smart eyes finally lost focus, and the nictitating membrane covered its eyes, as if it had finally let go of a heavy burden and felt relieved.

"..."

Melvin smiled more. The magical creatures were really simple-minded. Even though they were under his coma spell, they were still willing to express their sincere gratitude before losing consciousness.

Weird.

The Aurors not far away came to their senses and looked around warily. After a brief confrontation of a few minutes, they did not sense any hostility from the two young wizards. Several team leaders took a deep breath, put away their wands, and moved closer to make contact.

"You are?"

"Christine Rosier, Auror from the Romanian Ministry of Magic, this is Professor Levant from Hogwarts..."

Christine spoke succinctly and clearly, explaining her identity and claiming that she was just passing by by chance during her vacation and came to help after seeing the commotion caused by the Black Dragon.

Melvin stood in front of the black dragon's massive head, looking down at its sleeping face, vaguely seeing some tender maternal nature in it. Recalling the characteristics of the fire dragon, he tried to analyze the effect of the magic power in its body.

Unfortunately, there is no harvest yet.

Christine turned her head and glanced at the young professor. Several thoughts flashed through her mind. She did not let her colleagues go over to disturb them, and joined them in checking the fallen dark wizards.

The Aurors who were dispatched held their wands tightly and approached cautiously, suspecting that someone was feigning injury to launch a surprise attack, and were ready to cast a few more stunning spells at any time.

But riding their brooms at that speed and crashing into the Iron Curtain, the brooms shattered into pieces. The bones of these dark wizards were not as hard as the reinforced brooms. They fell to the ground on the meadow, their bodies twitching and cramping slightly, their shoulders drooping weakly, and their chests rising and falling slightly with their rapid and weak breathing.

There are few healthy bones left in his body and he has almost completely lost his ability to fight.

Christine turned around twice and found a suitcase that had been modified with a traceless stretch spell.

The dragon eggs were packed in the suitcase. Christine counted them and confirmed that they were intact. Including the one in the black dragon's arms, there were exactly 23 dragon eggs. Just as she was about to get up and leave, she suddenly noticed the logo on the collar of a black wizard.

Three golden coils are nested within each other.

"This is..." Christine frowned slightly, "Ilvermorny's Goldie Festival?"

……

The Norwegian Ridgeback stronghold is located next to the mountains in the southwest of the mountain range, and a grand bonfire party is being held.

On the day when the female dragons collectively rioted, this area was washed by dragon fire, and the surface soil and stones almost all melted into magma. After cooling and solidifying, it formed a flat terrain, which was just right for placing food and laying out tables and chairs.

The serious dragon egg theft case was successfully concluded. The Romanian wizards involved felt relieved and toasted their glasses happily.

The bonfire was lit and burning brightly, and the camp suddenly became lively at night.

There were many guests at the party, and they were divided into several circles around different bonfires:

Some of the keepers gathered together to discuss how to appease the mother dragon and hatch the eggs. Charlie volunteered to take care of the Swedish short-nosed dragon.

Some of them were Aurors who were transferred over to help. They shared the barbecue with the joy of closing the case, and teased the Aurors who were temporarily suspended.

"The director asked us to ambush in the valley, but we didn't expect that group of dark wizards to break out from the meadow!" An Auror was still in shock, and his colleagues next to him were talking about it.

"And he used a dragon egg to kidnap a Hexagonal Black Dragon!"

"If it gets into a Muggle city, it would be a major violation of the Statute of Secrecy!"

"Fortunately, we have Professor Lewinter..." A Romanian Auror sighed, his eyes full of pride, as if he was a graduate of Hogwarts.

"And Rosier!" The other Aurors couldn't help but smile in schadenfreude as they remembered another hero in the incident. "Those guys were suspended for vacation a few days ago. I thought they'd have a long break, but now they're busy!"

"I stayed up all night interrogating people, taking statements, and writing reports, and I couldn't even attend the bonfire party."

"Ha ha……"

Around the most central bonfires, senior officials from the Romanian Ministry of Magic walked leisurely among the guests, holding wine glasses, clinking glasses and smiling.

The core figure of this gathering was Professor Lewynter from Hogwarts, who helped twice, once by subduing a dozen rioting fire dragons and once by arresting a dozen escaped thieves.

Most importantly, it saved Romania from hundreds of thousands of galleons.

Melvin stood in the center of the party, staring blankly at the blazing colorful bonfire, holding his brandy glass and shaking it slightly.

Adult parties are just not real, with all kinds of empty social interactions. He only tasted a few pieces of barbecue after the opening, and his stomach is still empty now.

I kind of miss the school dinners.

He caught a glimpse of several figures in luxurious clothes approaching, and immediately straightened his back, raised the corners of his mouth in a specific arc, and put on the airs of a Hogwarts professor.

"Professor Lewinter! Let me introduce you!"

Vogel was more enthusiastic than the last time they met, his smile more sincere. He introduced several middle-aged wizards in old-fashioned suits. "This is the Romanian Minister, Iliescu, this is the Director of the Law Enforcement Department, Constantine, and Ceausescu of the Transportation Department..."

"Nice to meet you..." Melvin greeted them with a perfect smile.

The young professor with black hair and black eyes was handsome, his magical power was beyond imagination, and he was gentle and kind. Behind him stood the greatest wizard of this century, and he had saved Romania hundreds of thousands of dollars in losses...

It’s really hard not to have a good impression of such a young professor!

The smiles of the Ministry of Magic officials opposite were even brighter and more sincere. They showered him with compliments as if they were free, and it seemed as if they couldn't wait to keep him in Romania.

"Professor Lewinter, you are the brightest bonfire of this party, no, the brightest star!"

"I'm just offering some insignificant help. I hope the mountains will open up as soon as possible so I can visit and experience the world's most famous fire dragon sanctuary..." Melvin also tactfully praised the local customs and culture.

"Professor Levent, from today on, you are the most distinguished guest of the Romanian Ministry of Magic! We are already preparing to nominate you for this year's Order of Merlin and intend to apply for the second-class, no, first-class medal from the Order of Merlin!"

"Thank you very much, but I would rather be a close friend of the Romanian Ministry of Magic than a distant guest."

"..."

The atmosphere was harmonious. After a few rounds of greetings, Melvin took a sip of brandy and smiled gently:

"Gentlemen, I have a business and I need your help..."

The flickering bonfire was reflected in the eyes of the middle-aged wizards. As high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Magic, they were better informed than ordinary wizards. Several officials present had families involved in the tavern business and had heard of the reputation of Shadow Mirror last year.

We tried to contact the Magic Mirror Club in Budapest, where they were present. After listening to Melvin's detailed introduction, we had a more detailed understanding of this business.

It's just that the Department of Transport is making some adjustments to the Floo Network. It doesn't require any actual action or material support, and it won't harm the interests of the Ministry of Magic or the Protected Areas...

The purchase price of tens of thousands of Galleons can be recovered within half a year, and the rest is pure profit.

Minister Iliescu smiled warmly, "As you said, Professor Levent, we are close friends. Why should we stop a legal and compliant business like Shadow Mirror?"

"A toast to our friendship."

"Ceausescu, please cooperate with the professor to implement the Floo Network matter as soon as possible."

"Ok."

……

After 11pm.

Melvin returned to his hotel in Budapest.

The chorus of Hagrid and Professor Kettleburn has begun. The half-blood giant is the lead singer and the old professor is responsible for the harmony. The snoring sounds heavier than the previous two days. It may be that the teaching workload during the day is heavy and both of them are tired.

Melvin thought so, packed up his things and went into the bathroom. While washing and cleaning up, he recalled the conversation at the party.

The Romanian Ministry of Magic is completely different from the British Ministry of Magic. Everyone is pursuing profit, and their purpose is very pure. There are no messy toads jumping out to make trouble, and no one cares about the details of the confidentiality regulations. The efficiency is extremely high, and things can be finalized in just a few words.

We received orders for several shadow mirrors on the spot.

The wizard from the Transportation Department promised that as long as Professor Lewinter needed it, they would cooperate at any time to adjust the Floo network throughout Romania, and the consumed magical materials would be reimbursed by the Transportation Department.

All in all, the progress was smoother than expected.

"This is the normal Ministry of Magic!"

Melvin exhaled and changed into the pajamas provided by the hotel.

There were snoring sounds outside, but Melvin was not sleepy yet. He sat down in front of the window, took out the envelope, paper and pen, unscrewed the pen, dipped it in ink, thought for a moment, and began to write a letter to Wright.

The pen tip rustled on the parchment, and the fragrance of ink filled the air.

Briefly recount the events of the dragon egg case, explain the efficiency and convenience of the Ministry of Magic here, and ask him to prepare the materials for the shadow mirror and come over as soon as possible. Then we can start working on the small shadow mirror and the Floo Network.

After more than ten minutes, Melvin looked up again, quickly checked it, put the letter into a thick manila envelope, and wrote on the cover:

"Mr. Wright Monkstanley, Appliance Repair Shop, Charing Cross Road, London."

The Wizard Hotel has a mail service that will be delivered tomorrow morning. Relying on the speed of owl delivery and taking into account the time it takes to gather supplies, Wright should be able to arrive next week.

When the time comes, give him a bookmark in the address book and make a copy of his portrait so that it will be convenient for communication.

In fact, the most ideal way of communication is still email, but unfortunately it cannot be promoted among the wizarding community for the time being.

"boom……"

There was a slight tremor of air outside the corridor. Judging from the fluctuation of magic power, it was another apparition.

Melvin had a strange expression on his face, and he was secretly wondering why Vida and Abernathy always met late at night. It was hard not to make associations.