Hogwarts: This professor is too Muggle

The two followed Melvin, chatting all the way about the explosive reactions of active metals and the smells of various chemical reagents. When they heard that indole was the source of the fecal odor, their eyes lit up and they laughed non-stop.

A few minutes later, they crossed the courtyard and arrived at the Great Hall. It was a little different from usual. Today the Great Hall was noisy, with a group of people arguing around the Gryffindor and Slytherin tables.

George and Fred looked at the crowd and narrowed their eyes. "Isn't that little Ronnie? And Harry, what happened to them?"

The two of them moved closer, and Melvin finally had some peace and quiet. He glanced at the guest of honor seat, but didn't see Professor McGonagall.

These two guys didn't even take Muggle Studies. If they cause any trouble in the future, the vice-headmaster shouldn't be able to blame him, right?

"Have you heard about the flying class this afternoon..."

Melvin walked through the aisle between the long tables of the college, and the discussions of the students around him drifted into his ears. He calmly sorted out the topics they were discussing.

In the second week of school, the college teams began selecting Quidditch players, and flying classes were added to the freshmen's schedule. This afternoon was their first experience flying a broom.

I don't know which professor scheduled the class, but Gryffindor and Slytherin were put together again. As expected, there was a small accident in the class.

Potter and Malfoy clashed and a flying duel immediately began.

It was said that the match was inconclusive because Malfoy was too seriously injured to complete the match -

He suffered three broken ribs, a dislocated arm and a fractured leg.

Chapter 22: The Muggle Inquiry Professor Stays Away

The candlelight flickered in the main guest seats in the auditorium, a tablecloth decorated with spinning ruffles spread across the long table, and the clinking of cutlery was mixed in with the voices of the professors' conversations.

Melvin sat down, tied his napkin carefully, and took a sip of the refreshing mint julep.

"Professor McGonagall, I heard there was a fight among students this afternoon?"

He tilted his head slightly to look at the deans beside him, his voice tinged with curiosity.

Professor McGonagall was tasting a cream of mushroom soup. A silver spoon scooped up the milky white soup, dotted with light brown mushroom pieces and finely chopped herbs. It had a rich milky aroma and a smooth taste. A smile appeared on her face.

"Don't be scared by the stories spread by students, Melvin. They tend to focus on the most thrilling and exciting parts of the incident. It's normal for freshmen to act naughty occasionally. The incident wasn't that serious."

"I heard that Malfoy from Slytherin was seriously injured and is still lying in bed?"

"You can ask Severus about the details of what happened."

Professor McGonagall had a faint smile on her face, and anyone could see her joy. You know, usually when the Vice-Headmaster heard that a student made a mistake, his serious expression with a stern face would make people even more nervous than Snape.

"..."

Snape said nothing, vigorously cutting the steak on the plate.

"Let me tell you."

Professor Flitwick's voice was shrill and full of optimism as he eagerly began to explain, "Actually, the flying lesson was going smoothly. It's normal for freshmen to experience some bumps and bruises when flying brooms for the first time. At first, only Neville Longbottom got a few scratches from losing control during takeoff. Rolanda asked the other students to rest while she took Longbottom to the infirmary."

Rolanda Hooch, a retired female professional player of the Irish national Quidditch team, is efficient and sympathetic to young wizards. She joined Hogwarts as a professor of flying classes more than ten years ago. She was also a Quidditch coach for various colleges and a referee for school competitions.

Melvin's mind flashed with the timid look of the fat, white freshman.

Injured in Potions class, injured in flying class...it seems like this kid is always getting hurt.

"Slytherin and Gryffindor got together, and there was no professor to supervise the scene, so naturally, some conflicts arose."

Flitwick soothed his throat with a glass of sherry. "It all started when Draco Malfoy found Longbottom's lost Remembrall and made a few overly amusing jokes. Potter, being a righteous and kindhearted boy, immediately demanded it back, perhaps with a slightly rude tone. As the conflict escalated, Malfoy tossed the Remembrall on his broom, while Potter tried to get it back on his broom. It's what students call a flying duel."

The sound of knives and forks clashing at the guest of honor seat slowed down, and several professors slowed down their eating pace to listen to his explanation of the scene.

"Malfoy may have had experience flying a broom before, and Potter inherited his father's outstanding talent. The two displayed extraordinary flying skills. They chased each other and the game reached a stalemate."

Snape frowned, looking somewhat displeased.

Flitwick's eyes lit up slightly, and he raised his voice. "The development was beyond anyone's expectations. Just as they were approaching the castle, the memory ball was suddenly dragged by an invisible force..."

The main guest seats fell silent. Flitwick used his lecturer skills to tell a story, giving the audience ample time to think and react. After a few seconds, he broke the silence: "It turns out that another protagonist, Longbottom, has joined in. While treating a scratch in the school infirmary, he discovered that he had lost his Memory Orb and immediately used a summoning spell to find it...

"At the same time, Malfoy, who was flying nervously, felt this pulling force. He concentrated highly on controlling the high-speed flying broom and subconsciously grasped the memory ball, and the summoning spell came to a stalemate.

"Longbottom was unaware of this. He simply thought the memory ball was too far away, so he increased the intensity of the spell. The powerful traction exerted on the memory ball caused Malfoy to lose his balance and control of his broom, crashing into the outer wall of the North Tower and losing consciousness..."

Professor McGonagall added, "When he fell off his broom, the kind-hearted Potter did not stand by and watch him get hurt. He immediately dived fifty feet and saved Mr. Malfoy from breaking his neck... I also discovered an excellent Seeker."

Snape's face darkened and his expression became even uglier.

"Fortunately, only his limbs and a few ribs were broken. Once the bones are reconnected, he can recover by drinking a few sips of Bone Spirit." After Flitwick finished his story, he drank the remaining half glass of wine and let out a long breath.

"It's not that simple, Filius."

Professor Sprout came over and said, "The little wizard is not as strong as the adult wizard. He will need to stay in bed for at least one night to recover."

"Is such that."

"poor child."

"..."

Melvin was speechless. Students fighting to the point of breaking hands and feet would require calling the police and asking the government to intervene in Muggle society, but for wizards, it was like a child pinching their nails.

The guest of honor seat was silent for half a minute. Professor McGonagall couldn't help but sigh, "Two weeks into the semester, the new students have had several Transfiguration classes. Longbottom's performance is average. I thought he didn't inherit the Longbottoms' talent for spellcasting, but I didn't expect him to master the Summoning Charm. His pulling force is even so strong that it can affect a broomstick."

"Some wizards are like this. Their magic is well-suited to a particular spell, allowing them to cast spells far more powerful than those of other wizards." Flitwick paused. "Perhaps Longbottom is suitable for the Summoning Spell."

Melvin ate in silence, without saying a word.

He is just a professor of Muggle Studies, responsible for teaching elective courses above the third grade. What does the freshman's summoning spell have to do with him?

"I think... they must be punished."

Snape, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke, his tone slow, the pauses between words very obvious: "Classroom fighting has caused serious injuries to students. They should be deducted from the house and punished with detention!"

Professor McGonagall raised her eyebrows. "Malfoy was the student who started the dispute. Shouldn't Slytherin lose points for that?"

"Longbottom, Malfoy, and Potter should all be punished," Snape said slowly.

Melvin looked up at him, and the other two professors also had some subtle looks in their eyes. Severus's plan was laid out on the table. Two Gryffindor students would be deducted points, and one Slytherin student would be deducted points. It would be a win-win situation anyway.

But Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff also made money, and the two professors wisely chose to remain silent.

Professor McGonagall and Snape began to discuss the issue of deductions, and their tone was slightly less peaceful:

"Malfoy is most at fault, Slytherin should be deducted more points."

"I have no objection. Malfoy will be deducted 30 points, Longbottom and Potter 20 points each."

"Longbottom shouldn't have any points taken away."

"His summoning spell was the direct cause!"

"cough……"

Melvin interrupted their argument: "From the perspective of a Muggle Studies professor, I think we should contact the students' parents as soon as possible, especially the injured Malfoy. His mother must be very distressed about her child."

The main guest table suddenly became quiet, as if Draco's mother had some magical power.

"Narcissa..."

Flitwick and Professor Sprout silently recited the name in their hearts, secretly glancing at Snape and observing his expression calmly.

Snape had a blank expression on his face. He clenched the cutlery in his hands and chewed the tender steak, his teeth making a slight clicking sound.

Looking a little annoyed.

……

Late at night.

Melvin sat at his desk in the office. After washing up and changing into pajamas, he was not sleepy yet and was even becoming more and more awake.

After two weeks at Hogwarts, he felt the fantasy and mystery of the thousand-year-old magic school, but also realized the closed and backward nature of the wizarding community.

Not all descendants of pure-blood families support pure-blood. Apart from the pure-blood supporters gathered in Slytherin, pure-blood students in other colleges can equally accept half-blood and Muggle-borns. However, their commonalities are also obvious. Whether it is blood discrimination or equal respect, they have almost no desire to explore Muggle society.

Through popular science, the curiosity of pure-blood wizards about Muggle knowledge is aroused. However, they only care about the interesting parts and are not concerned about the social system of billions of Muggles.

"We still have to change slowly..."

Melvin muttered softly and began to sort out his work plan.

The Muggle Studies course was progressing smoothly. The video shooting he wanted to try was temporarily stuck at the equipment stage, and the first task at hand was actually the level design task issued by the principal.

"Potter and the others are almost there, right? I wonder if Voldemort has scouted the place beforehand..."

Melvin thought of his recent encounters with Quirrell and how he hadn't observed any useful clues. Dumbledore must have been watching closely, so he had plenty of time to design levels and set up mechanisms.

I just don’t know how to design the stage this time…

According to those distant memories, the levels of several professors should be completed soon. Professor Sprout's Devil's Snare trap, Professor Flitwick's key capture, Professor McGonagall's giant stone wizard chess, Snape combines potions with logical reasoning, and Quirrell directly puts a troll to block the way.

Each professor's design reflects the characteristics of his or her discipline.

How to do Muggle Studies?

The high-tech infrared lasers and safes are very Muggle-style, but not very realistic. The classic mechanical mechanisms such as rolling stones and animal traps probably cannot convince Dumbledore. The levels are used to test new students, and they cannot be treated as dark wizards.

The degree of danger should be controlled to ensure safety while giving challengers a sense of urgency. The difficulty should also be interesting enough to serve as a training and examination, and it is best to reflect the characteristics of the subject.

Melvin glanced out the window. It wasn't pitch black, but more like a deep blue.

He took out a pen and paper from the drawer, lit a few desk lamps, and began to write and draw on the paper in the brighter light. He quickly decided on the design theme and wrote down a somewhat strange plan.

"Escape Room: A narrow, enclosed space, keeping the lights dim, applying constant psychological pressure... Throw in a swarm of night moths, and cast a spell against illumination..."

"Although he's a freshman, he shouldn't be as fragile as I imagined..."

Melvin pressed the cap of his ballpoint pen and began to get excited: "Gryffindors have plenty of courage."

……

Friday, September 9st.

It has been two weeks since school started.

The last class of the afternoon was Muggle Studies for third year students.

Melvin was a part-time special advisor to the Examinations Authority. He was in charge of developing new teaching content, so he didn't have to worry about teaching tasks and progress. So he played a fun game with the students for half a class:

Reverse the command, no laughing, pass the flower, stand still...

There are always students who can't help but make mistakes or laugh out loud. These students who lose the game will be called up and questioned in public. They will be asked to answer the key points of knowledge in the encyclopedia. If they can't answer, they will be punished.

This time it is not a performance show, but rather acting out the animals in the book. They are all ordinary animals without any magic powers. They imitate the movements and sounds based on the pictures and text descriptions. There is not much similarity, and the level of funnyness is quite high.