Hogwarts: This professor is too Muggle

As for the summer vacation one year when he went to Hangleton to investigate the truth of that year, massacred the Riddle family, and put the blame on Morfin Gaunt, that happened later.

No wonder Voldemort didn't show much pride when he mentioned the murder and the diary Horcrux.

Looking at the subsequent Horcrux materials, they are basically the relics of legendary wizards. If it were not for the above-mentioned accident, the first Horcrux would probably be more commemorative rather than an ordinary diary.

Melvin gathered his thoughts, maintaining his Occlumency, and wrote, "What does this have to do with increasing magical power?"

"The Chamber of Secrets contains the research results of the legendary wizard Slytherin. Perhaps there are methods to increase magical power. Even if not, there will be other unexpected gains, such as rare and extinct magical animals. Aren't you curious?

"Find the Chamber of Secrets and obtain Slytherin's legacy. You will become a new legendary wizard, and your name will be recorded in school history, and even in the history of magic."

Riddle bewitched and incited him word by word, and during this process, Melvin always felt a hidden magic exploring his mind.

Melvin's lips curled up in a sarcastic sneer.

If he were not an adult wizard, with a stronger will and soul, and had always remained awake, and had not completely opened his body and mind in the process of communicating with the diary, and had not allowed it to absorb too much magical power, this Horcrux would probably have directly sealed his will and controlled his body.

“This…this is too sudden…”

Melvin wrote blankly, his acting a bit exaggerated, but you couldn't tell from the words: "I heard that Slytherin sealed the Chamber of Secrets. There is something terrible hidden inside. Only the true heir can open the Chamber of Secrets and release the monster inside. It will purify the school and purge all those unworthy of learning magic."

"These are all unfounded speculations. Those who spread these news have never seen the Chamber of Secrets. It may contain the manuscripts of legendary wizards that can help you become powerful, or it may contain Slytherin's legacy that can make you rich. It may contain everything you want!" The diary responded very quickly.

Melvin pursed his lips, still hesitant: "But..."

The words that appeared quickly seemed a bit impatient. "What are you worried about? This is the founder's legacy. Do you think Slytherin will harm Hogwarts?"

"I'm just an ordinary teaching assistant, and a Hufflepuff graduate. My mind is in a mess, Tom. I can't make a decision right now. Give me some time. I need to thoroughly research the information about the Chamber of Secrets."

Melvin planned to let Tom wait a little longer. When it comes to things like this, the more anxious the other party is, the more he should delay and keep the initiative in his own hands.

The ink faded, leaving the slightly yellowed paper blank.

"Tom, my dear friend, you will understand me, won't you?"

After more than ten seconds, the diary replied: "Of course."

Melvin closed his diary, feeling happy.

What good intentions could the diary have? It just wanted him to open the Chamber of Secrets, wake up the basilisk, disrupt the school, and preferably take the opportunity to kill a few Muggle-born or half-blood students.

The Chamber of Secrets can be opened, but it is impossible to allow the diary to come into contact with the Basilisk.

It's not like I haven't seen Parseltongue before.

……

Eight o'clock in the morning, school auditorium.

The college table was very lively.

Starting from the second week, the four teams began to select new players. The situation of each college was different. The main lineups of Lion House and Serpent House had almost no changes, and they recruited reserve players, while the starting players of Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw were vacant.

According to past practice, only students in the third grade and above could participate in the selection, but with Harry's precedent, Eagle College and Badger College slightly relaxed the restrictions and set aside a few substitute places to recruit young players with outstanding talents and solid foundations.

Flitwick and Professor Sprout were discussing the recruitment process. The rookie was keen on the discussion and came up with various novel plans, but unfortunately few of them were useful.

As last year's champion, Professor McGonagall seemed very reserved and rarely asked about Quidditch matters. The Vice-Principal had to focus on other more troublesome student organizations, such as the Toad Choir, the Gobstone Club, and the Wizarding Chess Association.

Melvin sat at the side and listened while eating breakfast. Occasionally, the two professors turned to ask for his opinion, and he would also provide some Muggle paradigms for reference.

"...If there are no suitable candidates for key positions, we can consider external aid and recruit a few from Gryffindor and Slytherin."

Several professors rolled their eyes at him.

Professor McGonagall gave him an extra look of disdain because he had explained the sixth-year Transfiguration test last time.

The scene was lively and harmonious with colleagues, except for Snape, who had a blank expression on his face. He quickly finished his breakfast, said goodbye politely, and tossed his robe as he prepared to go to the dungeon.

Draco, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately chased after him.

Draco's short legs scurried quickly, and he finally caught up with him at the corner of the corridor. He gasped a little: "Professor Snape, I... I have something to think about..."

"Speak." Snape spat out a word coldly.

Draco didn't dare look directly at the Dean. He took a deep breath and said quickly, "I want to join the Quidditch team."

"You should talk to Captain Flint about this kind of thing."

Snape lowered his gaze, his eyes narrowed slightly. "Or do you think I will speak for you just because of your last name or your family's wealth?"

Why is it different from what I expected?

Didn’t Professor Lewinter say he would persuade the dean?

Facing the dean's oppressive gaze, Draco's face turned pale, his lips trembled, and the rest of the words were stuck in his throat and he suddenly couldn't say them.

"The Malfoy family's wealth cannot achieve all your goals, especially at school." Snape said calmly.

Just as the professor turned to leave, Draco ignored everything else and raised his voice, "It's not about wealth, it's about football skills! I'm better than Travers. If you give me a chance, I will win the trophy back for the college!"

Snape paused, looked him over, and uttered a faint nasal sound.

Even after the dean's back disappeared, Draco still couldn't be sure whether the professor agreed or not.

He just said "hmm", right?

This means he agrees, right?

Draco scratched his head, and suddenly realized that this was Potter's habitual action, so he quickly put his hand down.

……

Draco returned to the Great Hall in a daze. Crabbe and Goyle were still stuffing pies into their mouths. Pansy self-righteously handed him a glass of apple juice, which had too much sugar in it and was so sweet that it was cloying.

Not far from the long table were Flint and his friends. The Quidditch players were all tall and muscular. Seeker Travers was helping spread jam on the bread. He was a mediocre player and had never been a big part of the team. He was often left behind to clean the brooms, and his situation had worsened since his loss to Harry last term.

It’s better to try it yourself.

Putting the juice aside, Draco looked up at the guest of honor seat. Professor Levent and Lockhart were talking in low voices, looking mysterious.

His eyes couldn't help but show some resentment, and he muttered to himself.

Professor Levent is as deceitful as Lockhart. He clearly said that he would greet Professor Snape, but judging from the dean's reaction just now, he didn't even mention it.

I almost embarrassed myself, no, I almost embarrassed him.

……

"Melvin, there's progress on the matter you asked me to do! The Nott family is having a banquet at the end of the month. The twenty-eight pure-blood families have extended invitations. Many wizards of high status and position will be attending, including Mrs. Aikman from the Transportation Department..."

Lockhart said, narrowing his eyes.

"What do you mean?" Melvin asked in feigned confusion.

Lockhart smiled proudly and took out an invitation from his pocket, indicating that he was also a wizard of status and position.

"I can introduce you to Mrs. Edgemore then."

"Professor Lockhart has such a wide circle of friends. It's really admirable."

"Haha!" Lockhart's smile became even brighter. He loved hearing this kind of talk. "The Mirror Club's affairs are my business. I'll go back and prepare the gift. There's no problem with this!"

"..."

Watching the blond professor hurriedly leave the table, Melvin smiled and lowered his head to continue savoring his oatmeal.

Professor Lockhart is indeed as helpful as Senior Riddle.

……

It's another sunny weekend morning.

The sky was just getting light, and a thin layer of mist covered the pink and pale gold sky. The birds in the forbidden forest were singing loudly and clearly.

The Gryffindor Quidditch players walked towards the pitch yawning and shivering through the morning mist, ready to start weekend training. Captain Wood's enthusiastic voice drowned out the birdsong.

"Hurry up, guys! The other teams haven't started training yet, so we have to be the first today. This is part of our new training plan.

"I've been thinking about this carefully at home over the summer. Last year's championship victory was entirely thanks to Harry catching the Golden Snitch. Our offense and defense aren't perfect. If we only focus on goals, we're still behind. So, I've devised a new tactic..."

The other players were yawning, Harry looked dazed, and the Weasley twins were following behind, their eyes puffy and their hair matted.

"Click——"

The shutter button clicked, and freshman Colin Creevey followed behind, even more excited than the captain. He decided to name this photo "The Field at 6:30 in the Morning".

After changing jerseys and getting on the broom, they flew for a few minutes when a team of players in green robes suddenly appeared on the sidelines. They were the Slytherin team.

"Flint! Please get out!" Wood shouted at the bucktoothed captain standing in the middle, "It's our training time! I've reserved the court for this morning with Madam Hooch!"

"But I have a special note signed by Professor Snape." Marcus Flint grinned, unfolded a piece of parchment, and read aloud in an annoying tone, "I, Professor Severus Snape, allow the Slytherin team to train on the Quidditch field today to participate in the Seeker election."

"Seeker?"

Wood frowned slightly. "Hasn't your original Seeker graduated yet?"

“So it’s the campaign.”

A smaller boy stood up, with light blond hair and a smug smile on his pale, pointed face. It was Draco Malfoy.

……

Half an hour later.

The field was divided into two parts. The team wearing red robes was conducting regular training, while the Slytherin team wearing green robes had finished the selection.

Draco was riding on a Nimbus 2000 and hovering in the air, holding a golden hummingbird tightly in his hand, with an eager expression on his face.

Marcus Flint announced in a deep voice: "From now on, Draco Malfoy will be the starting Seeker for the Slytherin Quidditch team, and Travers will be the substitute!"

Before he finished speaking, Draco had already taken off on his broom, galloping freely in the air. His slightly thin figure crossed the morning glow, and a smile spread across his face, full of excitement and satisfaction.

This was a feeling I had never felt before.

This Seeker position was not obtained with the Malfoy family's wealth, nor was it bought with gold Galleons!

It was a fair election that he had actively requested from the dean, and he had won it fairly by defeating Travers with his own skills!

Draco crossed the other half of the court and shouted excitedly: "Wait, Potter, this year's champion must be Slytherin!"

"I'll be waiting for you!" Harry shouted back.

Draco felt great, and it was rare that he didn't have any disgusting thoughts. Even the scar on the man's forehead seemed a little more pleasing to the eye.

The early morning wind made his body shiver. Draco flew several circles in a row before he finally vented his anger. He landed in the stands to catch his breath, holding the warmed broom. His heart was pounding, but his mind was exceptionally clear.

He realized belatedly that Professor Lewynter didn't seem to be deliberately deceiving him, but rather asking him to be courageous, the kind of courage that comes without concern for the consequences, which the Malfoy family never advocated.