Hogwarts: This professor is too Muggle

The family's walk was temporarily interrupted as they were attracted by the cheers from the pub by the bridge.

The pub was not the indoor Quidditch venue they had imagined. There was no spacious pitch, no players or brooms, only a huge silver transparent mirror.

The third-year girl from Durmstrang watched carefully for a few minutes, then excitedly grabbed the wizard's wrist and said excitedly, "It's Krum's match, the Bulgarian national team's youth training match. Look! That's the latest Nimbus 2001!"

"hiss……"

The wizard gasped in pain.

The few good feelings I had towards Krum were fading at the speed of light.

A sharp and piercing whistle sounded in the mirror. When he looked up, he just missed the scoring scene. When the wizard was sighing in regret, the picture in the mirror froze and replayed as if time was reversed.

The commentator's voice echoed in the tavern: "Krum's sudden acceleration disrupted their defense. The National Youth Team scored again, Krum!"

"Krum!"

"hiss……"

The wizard took another breath, this time not out of pain but shock. The cheers echoing through the pub filled his ears, making his heart beat faster and his blood surge. Even someone like him who didn't like Quidditch very much felt the joy of the game.

This magical mirror seems to have some kind of magic.

"Everyone, look at me!" A wizard at the front desk slammed his wine glass. "I have an announcement! One glass of pear brandy per person, on me!"

"Long live Krum!!"

This time the wizard also joined in the cheering.

The sweet and tempting brandy came before him. The wizard picked it up and drank half of it. Facing his wife's gaze, he glared back confidently: "It's free!"

As the couple faced each other, they apparently didn't notice that their daughter next to them didn't even blink, with only one thought in her mind -

I want to take this magic mirror home!

Chapter 111 Getting ready to leave

In a hotel on the east bank of the Danube.

Wright was checking the accounts. The mirrors in his suitcase were sold out in Budapest. The amount of gold galleons made him feel unreal, but when he thought about the efforts he had made, he felt that this was what he deserved.

"Damn Melvin, he can earn hundreds of thousands of Galleons by just sitting in Romania and doing nothing but watching the fire dragons!"

Wright was quite indignant. If it weren't for the desire to make the Monkstanley family great again, he would have wanted to run away with the money.

As for the mirror, Abernathy and his old friends were very reliable. They collected memories through various channels and screened football matches centered around the talented players of Durmstrang. In just three weeks, the framework of the Magic Mirror Club in Hungary was completed.

After closing the account book, Wright closed his eyes and rested for a few minutes, and then began to deal with the problems reported by the old wizards.

The business strategy of combining pubs with movie mirrors has been tested in Britain, and many plans can be directly copied here. For example, the two teams are bound to different wines, with a 10% discount for scoring a goal, a 30% discount for the Golden Snitch, and a 50% discount for winning. The alcohol consumption in one night is equivalent to a month's consumption.

Besides, there are also second cups half price and weekend specials...

I really don't know how Melvin came up with this idea. Although he always talks about Muggle wisdom, Wright has run a shop on Charing Cross Road for more than ten years and has never seen any store do promotions like this.

However, Hungary is different from England after all. We cannot simply apply it directly, but we must continue to receive feedback and make appropriate modifications.

After replying to all the letters, it was already dark. Wright walked out of the room and went downstairs to eat.

When passing by the courtyard, he saw the Iserlons descending with the setting sun, and leisurely returning to the stable to enjoy the fragrant brandy and hay. Wright, who had been busy all day, suddenly became dazed, and in a trance he saw that it was not Iserlon in the stable, but himself.

"..."

Wright came to his senses and walked towards the restaurant in a daze, getting angrier the more he thought about it.

Damn it, I can’t even catch up with a few Pegasus!

We have to go to the reserve and bring Melvin back tomorrow. Why should he enjoy the holiday while I have to work overtime here?

……

The next morning, before eight o'clock, Wright got up early and rushed to Romania.

When he arrived in the Carpathian Mountains, Wright faced a thorough and strict inspection. In front of the temporary wooden house, tourists from all over the world were waiting in line.

In addition to the normal items such as identity verification and registration wands, there are also mirrors of various shapes and styles to detect disguises, lies and conspiracies.

When it was Wright's turn, a commotion suddenly broke out not far to the front and right. Two wizards carrying suitcases shouted loudly, and several Aurors around them slowly dispersed and formed a siege.

"My traceless extension charm is legal!"

"Then cooperate with us in the investigation!"

"..."

The pale-faced Wright also used the invisible extension spell on the suitcase. He then remembered that the Fire Dragon Sanctuary had experienced a serious dragon egg theft incident not long ago.

He had worked in the Ministry of Magic for more than ten years and knew that in such matters it was better to catch someone by mistake than to let him go.

Turning around, he saw that his suitcase had been sealed and several Aurors had gathered around him.

Without any resistance, Wright was politely invited into the wooden house next door, or the interrogation room.

The oil lamp had burned out, and weak sunlight slanted in through the window. The tabletop was cold, with old nail and claw marks on it. Two Aurors sat opposite him, pouring him a cup of hot tea with a relatively gentle attitude.

"What is your name?"

"Wright Monk Stanley."

"From Britain?"

"Um……"

Various thoughts raced through Wright's mind, but the first thing that popped into his mind was Melvin's face and the guy's questioning voice:

"Is your suitcase legal?"

This absurdity made Wright so angry that he wanted to laugh, but he felt more helpless. He prayed in his heart that Melvin would receive the news as soon as possible and rescue him.

But the development of the matter was completely unexpected. The Aurors simply checked his identity and whispered a few words. The younger Auror stood up and left, and another middle-aged Auror shook his hand:

"Sorry to waste your time, we have checked the suitcase and there is no problem."

"Ah? Ah, oh..." Wright was still a little dazed.

The young Auror pushed the door open, handed him his suitcase, and politely escorted him out of the temporary detention cabin.

Wright turned his head and glanced at the room at the back. The two wizards were still locked up at the beginning. There were several black bruises on their faces and their expressions were distorted with pain. It seemed that the Romanian Aurors were not always so polite.

"I'll have Lazlo take you to the Norwegian Spinosaurus area. You can ride the keeper's special fireplace and skip the line."

"This... is still unnecessary."

"Well then, have a nice trip."

The middle-aged Auror patted his shoulder and said in a friendly and gentle manner: "Mr. Monk Stanley, give my regards to Professor Lewinter."

Wright nodded subconsciously, was stunned for a moment, looked at their friendly smiles, and suddenly understood why he was treated preferentially.

……

The morning mist dissipated, the branches turned green, and the valley by the lake in July looked particularly fresh. Wright had just come out of the fireplace, shook off the choking ashes on his body, and followed the instructions of the staff on duty, walking towards the deep lake that was not open to the public.

Listening to the water flow and the slightly childish roar coming from the front, Wright muttered to himself that he hadn't seen Melvin for a long time, and after the little episode with the Auror before, he was actually a little nervous.

When he came to the lake, he saw a strange scene. In the territory where the Norwegian Spinosaurus lived, there were actually more than a dozen baby dragons of other species. These dragon cubs had just hatched from their shells, had no sharp teeth or claws, and crawled up and down staggeringly, looking somewhat cute.

A young professor dressed as a breeder was sitting on a rock, disregarding his image as he fiddled with and teased the young dragons whose eyes could not yet fully open.

Those young dragons that were born with violent and cruel personalities behaved unusually well-behaved. They leaned half of their bodies on the rocks, stretched their necks and rubbed their heads against the young professor's palms. Their eager and affectionate movements made them look more like puppies than dragon cubs, and they were the kind that were particularly affectionate.

It seemed that the magical aura on Melvin made them feel very comfortable.

Sensing the approaching breath of a strange wizard, the young dragons became a little restless and twisted their bodies to move closer to the young professor. Two of them were timid and stayed away, stumbling around in panic.

Melvin flipped them over and watched them struggle to get up, then flipped them over again. This playful teasing soothed their restlessness. He waited for the baby dragons to adapt to Wright's presence, then stacked several baby dragons together and watched them struggle and roll a few times, entangled with each other and unable to get up, and finally wrestled with each other.

Then the wicked professor smiled contentedly.

Not long after, a young dragon became angry and began to spit out unformed dragon breath from its mouth and nose, and the smell of sulfur began to spread.

Melvin was not surprised at the young dragons' aggressiveness. He pushed them to the lake and pushed them all into the water with one hand, splashing water everywhere.

These baby dragons were born to swim. As several of them sank into the cool lake water, the fire in their throats was extinguished. They quickly forgot their previous argument and began to play in the water, splashing up waves.

Wright's head was buzzing and he couldn't speak clearly: "When did you learn how to tame a dragon?"

As we all know, fire dragons cannot be tamed. Romania can only use food to make adult fire dragons cooperate in doing some simple work. For young dragons whose brains are not fully developed, they can only wear leather protective clothing to feed and pull them.

No one had ever been able to happily play with a dozen different kinds of baby dragons at once, not even Newt Scamander.

Even the biological father of these young dragons can’t do anything.

Wright looked at Melvin with some suspicion, and slowly calmed down the shock in his heart.

Melvin squinted and glanced at him: "Your eyes tell me that your current thoughts are very offensive and impolite."

"Can you see that?" Wright looked away guiltily.

"You can't tell. I used Legilimency."

"..."

Wright was too lazy to chat with him. Although he was curious about the performance of the young dragon, his main identity was the second-in-command of the Magic Mirror Club. He remembered his responsibilities, unlike some people:

"The Shadow Mirror has been promoted in Budapest. The Witcher Party's channels are very effective. All major wizard taverns in Hungary have added Shadow Mirrors."

"How's the content?" Melvin asked.

"Don't worry. In Britain, the Hogwarts tournament is the main attraction. Here, we use Durmstrang as a gimmick to attract attention. Coincidentally, a talented player has recently emerged who is as popular as Harry!"

"How are Abernathy and the others?"

"Very trustworthy. This group of veteran wizards has a lot of connections. They can get great tournament memories and introduce wizards from other countries to buy shadow mirrors. Abernethy introduced several German tavern owners to them. They knew they were out of stock but still wanted to pre-order and paid deposits."

Wright couldn't stop talking. "There are also many wizards from remote countries and small places. Have you heard of Uagadou in the Moon Mountains of Africa? I don't know how he got to Budapest and even got involved with the Wiccan Party."

"..."

Budapest is close to Romania, and as a transit point for the dragon trade, this distribution role is also expected.

Melvin pushed a few more young dragons into the lake and leisurely assigned tasks: "For the rest of the summer, focus on the business in Romania. We'll slowly work on adapting the large mirrors for the tavern, primarily focusing on upgrading the small mirrors for the Floo Network..."

These are all plans that have been made in advance. We have the cooperation of the top leaders of the Ministry of Magic, and we can also use the channels of the remnants of the wizarding party. There are no toads getting in the way, so we just need to proceed steadily step by step.

"Um……