Hogwarts: This professor is too Muggle

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Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

Harry and his friends sat in the corner, the table was covered with Lockhart's adventure story books, in front of him sat the fat Neville, and Harry tried to reduce his presence as much as possible, praying that Lockhart would not notice him.

It's been almost a week since school started, and I've had two Defense Against the Dark Arts classes. The first half of the first class was a fan questionnaire, the second half was about Cornish elves wreaking havoc in the classroom, and the second class was a stage play performance.

Four hours of their lives had been wasted, and they had learned nothing except Lockhart's personal preferences. They had already begun to see Lockhart's true face.

"Merlin, I hope Lohart is looking for me to play the snowman," Harry prayed silently.

Hermione next to her opened her mouth, but had nothing to say.

By now, she also knew that the Defense Against the Dark Arts class was a waste of time. The adventurer in the storybook was completely different from the real Lockhart. Not to mention the ferocious werewolves and vampires, the professor couldn't even deal with elves.

Last year, Quirrell had real talent and could really learn something in class, but this year, Lockhart had nothing in his head and could only learn about his favorite color. As she flipped through these expensive storybooks, she made a decision in her heart.

The class bell rang, and Professor Lockhart pushed the door open and walked in with a bright smile:

"Kids, today we're going to learn about vampires. Yes, it's the content of 'Traveling with Vampires'. In order to give you a more realistic experience, I need someone to play the role of a vampire with me."

Harry tried to bury his head in the table.

"Harry! Harry!"

His expression gradually became desperate.

After two hours of torture, by the time the get out of class was over, Harry had become pale and his eyes dull. He returned to his seat in a daze, like a vampire with a silver dagger piercing his heart.

Ron put his arm around his shoulders and whispered in his ear, "Let's go to the Great Hall for dinner. Colin is waiting for you."

Harry's body shook twice, and his expression became even more desperate.

Colin Creevey was a freshman in Gryffindor and also his ardent fan. He would squat in the hall and common room every day to ask him to take autographed photos, which caused a lot of jokes.

"Stop provoking him."

Hermione rolled her eyes at Ron. "Let's get down to business. I think Defense Against the Dark Arts is a waste of time. We won't learn anything useful. Let's go get tutoring from Professor Lewynter."

"Tuition?"

Harry and Ron blinked.

Hermione nodded. "I asked Percy for his second-year notes, which list the spells we need to learn. We'll ask Professor Lewinter for guidance!"

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Friday, September 4th.

The last class in the afternoon was Muggle Studies for fourth graders, which mainly talked about the development history of Muggles in modern times, the main differences from the coal age to the oil age, looked forward to the future development direction, briefly introduced the role of petroleum products, and laid the foundation for the fifth grade curriculum.

The bell rang, signaling the official arrival of the first weekend of the school year.

After waiting for all the little wizards to leave, Melvin slowly left the classroom with the textbooks. At this time, the peak of classes had passed and the corridors were empty, so he didn't have to squeeze with them.

The diary was in his own hands, and no other dark wizards had sneaked into the school. A week after school started, there was no unrest or trouble. Everything was peaceful at Hogwarts. Melvin attended classes during the day and at night, and his life was very fulfilling.

It feels like I’m back in my student days.

Melvin turned into the stairs, his mind still thinking about the dark arts. Professor Riddle's class had already reached the stage of poison spells.

There were footsteps on the back stairs. Professor Sprout came down from upstairs. Seeing Melvin coming down alone, he smiled and said, "Melvin, did you just finish class?"

"Good afternoon, Professor Sprout. How do we get down from up there?"

The short professor of herbal medicine had flowing gray hair and a gentle smile. "I asked Setima to tell me about the weather and the moon phases. Next Friday will be the fullest moon of the year, and I have a batch of herbs that need to be bathed in the moonlight. However, the clouds have been a bit thick these past few days, and I'm worried about rain."

"how is the situation?"

"Excellent, sunny weather for the next two weeks."

"..."

The two walked to the auditorium together and talked about the grafting of snake tree cuttings. Professor Sprout said last time that it required special magic to cultivate it, but he did not give up privately. He set up a small greenhouse for the snake tree and tried his own method.

We walked and talked until we reached the third floor.

There was a burst of crying and screaming from the bathroom.

"You're making fun of me!"

"You chased me into the bathroom to make fun of me!"

The voice was so sharp and shrill that it hurt my ears.

With the sound of a toilet flush and splashing water, Qiu Zhang and Marietta Aikman ran out of the bathroom, looking regretful, with some water stains on their wizard robes, and in a panic.

Seeing the two professors, he immediately stopped and nodded in greeting: "Professor Lewinter, Professor Sprout."

Sprout waved his wand to dry their robes and smooth their hair. "How could you be so careless as to go into Myrtle's bathroom?"

"Qiu came back from the court and wanted to wash her face with cold water, but the restrooms on the first and second floors were all empty." Marietta patted her chest, still feeling a lingering fear. "We won't dare to do that next time. I'd rather climb one more floor to the fourth floor."

"..."

Qiu Zhang nodded silently, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Be careful next time."

"Okay professor, bye professor."

Sprout watched the two little witches leave together, then glanced at the bathroom and explained to Melvin, "You've only been here for two years, so you might not know. Myrtle is the school's ghost. She's different from other ghosts. She's a student who died in school..."

……

"...According to her account, on the day of the incident, she was being teased about her appearance by classmates and had gone to cry in a bathroom stall. She heard a boy whispering, so she opened the stall door and saw two yellow flashes of light. She died instantly."

"Tom, my friend, do you think it could be some kind of dark magic?"

In the office after dinner, Melvin wrote down the news he heard during the day in his diary and asked his close friend for advice with a meaningful smile on his face.

"This accident was quite a big deal. I seem to have some recollection of it."

The ink in the diary moved quickly, whether in triumph or a cover-up. "After her death, Myrtle refused to leave, wandering around Hogwarts, harassing and terrorizing students who had mocked her. This ultimately led to an Auror investigation. The case revealed that her killer was a giant acromantula, a Class 5X dangerous creature belonging to a student named Rubeus Hagrid."

"Rubeau Hagrid? The gamekeeper at Hogwarts?"

"Dumbledore violated the rules and recruited this murderer."

The handwriting lingered for a moment, then quickly faded. The diary had no intention of dwelling on this topic: "There's no point in delving into this decades-old case, Melvin. We should practice the dark arts."

Melvin was a little surprised.

As Riddle's first murder, and the diary Horcrux he created from this murder, Melvin thought Riddle would be proud of it, but from his expression, he did not seem as proud as expected.

Melvin filled the quill with ink and thought for a moment before putting pen to paper, ready to try to find out more about the situation indirectly.

"Dong dong dong..."

A knock on the door suddenly sounded.

"Who?"

"It's me, Professor." The answer came in a childish voice.

Draco?

Melvin casually put the diary into the drawer and waved to unlock the door: "Come in."

Chapter 124 Weekend Tutoring

The copper hinges creaked, and Draco, who was only half a head taller than the lock cylinder, pushed the door open.

Melvin looked up and glanced at him, feeling a little surprised.

Draco's hair was messy, his face had slight bruises, his left cheek was slightly swollen, and there were visible signs of damage and abrasions. He walked a little awkwardly.

Melvin chuckled and asked, "Someone in the school actually dared to hit the young master of the Malfoy family. What, did you duel with Harry again?"

Draco still maintained his awkward gait as he limped to his desk. Perhaps feeling that this appearance would damage the Malfoy family's reputation, his neck flushed slightly, and he was hesitant to respond. "Good evening, Professor Lewynter."

"good evening."

Melvin nodded slightly. He still remembered to say hello at this time. The Malfoy family is polite.

"I didn't duel with anyone. I fell on the court."

Draco, a second-year student, sat on a reception chair only a head taller than the table, his face stern as he imitated an adult. "My father told me that Professor Levent and the Malfoy family are partners. If I encounter any difficulties at school, I can ask you for help."

"Our cooperation doesn't include this kind of thing." Melvin's tone was a little distant, but he didn't refuse. "However, professors have an obligation to help students. If it's a serious matter, perhaps I can provide some assistance. Forget about the private duel."

"It's not a duel, it's a Quidditch thing."

Draco paused. "It's been a week since school started, and the Quidditch team is recruiting new players. I've signed up to run for the starting Seeker, competing fairly against the original Seeker. The players are divided into two groups for practice against each other. The other players are all senior students who are closer to the original Seeker, and they deliberately create obstacles for me during the game."

It turned out to be friction on the court.

Melvin sat back slightly, uninterested. "For matters like this, you should talk to Madam Hooch or your Dean Snape. Elective professors cannot interfere with the team lineup."

The Quidditch team is a competition between students. In fact, the four head of houses rarely interfere with the team lineup. Last year, Professor McGonagall personally selected Harry, which was a special case. At that time, the Gryffindor team had lost seven consecutive years, the old seeker had graduated, and there was no replacement player to replace him, so the game almost couldn't start.

Last year, all the brooms for the competition were replaced uniformly, and a group of old players graduated. All the colleges were working hard, and the player selection was extremely strict. Even quiet girls like Qiu Zhang who cared about their image were sweating profusely during training and had to run to Myrtle's bathroom to wash up.

The Slytherin team plays wildly and aggressively, and the players in every position are burly and strong. It is normal for a bean sprout like Draco, who is similar to Harry, to be excluded.

If the system had not changed, he could still get a spot by donating a broom, but due to the influence of a young person, his sponsorship path was blocked.

Melvin said he didn't want to be responsible.

"..."

Draco stared down at the desk in silence for a long moment, then whispered, "If I can't intervene directly in the selection process, then I'd like to ask you, Professor, how I can change the unfavorable conditions and get a fair chance to compete."

"fair play?"

"Well, as a seeker, if my teammates cooperate, I'm better than the current Travers."

The office fell silent for a moment.

Melvin studied his expression. His young face bore many traces of his father's, but upon closer inspection, he could see many subtle differences.

After leaving Borgin and Burke's that day, it was unclear what Lucius Malfoy had told Draco. Draco might have mistakenly thought that the young professor had become his connection in the school. When he first walked into the office, he did have the idea of ​​asking the young professor to directly intervene in the selection.

But after Melvin's clear refusal, he quickly changed his mind and sought opportunities for fair competition, and showed strong confidence.

The concession was like the way his father did business, but the way he showed himself later was different from the style of the Malfoy family, and he had a bit of a childlike spirit.