Hogwarts: This professor is too Muggle

Outside the room where the three-headed dog Lu Wei is.

Dumbledore and several professors were already waiting here.

When the professors were setting up the corresponding levels, Dumbledore would always be there to accompany them, not only to ensure the safety of the Philosopher's Stone, but also to ensure the safety of the professors, because only the headmaster and Hagrid could make Fluffy obey.

It is not a mandatory requirement and no magical contract is signed.

If someone is really curious and insists on sneaking in to take a look around alone, they can try it. Lu Wei will only handle the matter impartially when he is stopped and will not report it afterwards. After all, it cannot speak human language and no one in the school is proficient in dog language.

Quirinus Quirrell was very curious, but unfortunately he never found the opportunity. A vicious dog was already difficult to deal with, and there was always a bat following him.

In order to avoid arousing suspicion, he could only teach diligently from the beginning of the school year until now. Occasionally, he would come to take a look when Snape was free in Potions class, but he could only take a look. Two weeks passed and there was no progress in the plan to steal the Philosopher's Stone.

Today is the final day of finishing. I originally planned to steal the Philosopher's Stone while the rooms were not yet fully decorated and the defenses were weak. Now I have to give up and change the short-term plan into a long-term plan.

In fact, Quirrell didn't have to participate. He just placed a mountain troll in the room and didn't have any finishing work to do. However, in order to gather intelligence, he still came under the pretext of checking the troll's condition.

For Quirrell, there was more than one piece of bad news. He had previously thought that only a few main subject professors would be involved in the arrangement, but Dumbledore suddenly notified him that a new professor, Lewinter, would be added.

He touched the turban on his head, sensing the Dark Lord's eagerness, and a sense of urgency arose in his heart.

Melvin hurried over, suitcase in hand. He greeted the professors first, then said to the white-bearded principal, "I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. I was so engrossed in my research last night that I stayed up a little late. I got up early this morning and sped up. I wouldn't have been late otherwise, but I ended up having to deal with the elf for over ten minutes washing the dishes."

"Sometimes their enthusiasm is overwhelming," Dumbledore replied with a smile.

"It sounds like you've been through that, too."

"After I finish my work, I can tell you about my new teaching experience..." Dumbledore turned the handle, and immediately heard Fluffy's enthusiastic barking from inside. He turned his head to look at the professors, feeling a little helpless. "Wait a moment, I'll go in and comfort this naughty big dog first."

Professor McGonagall nodded.

Melvin moved aside with his suitcase, came to Professor Flitwick's side, half squatted down, and asked in a low voice, "Professor, when did you arrive?"

"..." Flitwick looked at his new colleague straight in the eye and found him very interesting. Sometimes Melvin's temperament would make people ignore the professor's age, and this vigorous vitality would be revealed in his conversation and behavior.

Fresh and infectious.

He couldn't help but laugh and said, "Don't worry Melvin, it's only three minutes before you."

"Sorry again……"

Melvin felt a little better. He heard the low humming sounds coming from inside and looked at the professors outside. They all looked calm. He couldn't help but be curious:

"Professor, do you think the layout of several rooms is a bit simple? Can it really stop the evil dark wizards?"

Quirrell's eyes rolled when he heard this. He first glanced at Snape beside him, then pretended to be indifferent and eavesdropped secretly.

"Ha ha……"

Professor Flitwick laughed twice. "I don't think these arrangements are simple. At least my spells are very sophisticated. And Dumbledore must have his reasons for doing this. We just need to trust him."

Professor Sprout nodded. "Filius is right."

Professor McGonagall said nothing.

Only Snape glanced coldly at Quirrell.

Melvin took in their reactions and showed a thoughtful expression. Even if he didn't know the inside story, he could at least guess something from the performance of the deans.

Melvin didn't ask any further questions.

The barking in the room subsided, then fell completely silent, and Dumbledore opened the door and invited them in.

There were seven people in total, including four deans, one main subject professor, one elective professor, and the principal. Melvin walked with Professor Flitwick and fell behind.

After Melvin entered the room, he saw Lou Williams lying in the corner, his three heads stacked together, sleeping soundly with saliva dripping from his teeth all over the floor.

The group then entered the trapdoor.

First up is Professor Sprout's Devil's Snare. The seedlings planted there have matured, and the vines are thick and snapping when swung. They are almost as tall as the Whomping Willow next to the greenhouse.

Upon seeing this, the professor of herbology sprinkled some special fertilizer to ripen the plants. The speed at which the Devil's Snare swung its branches suddenly slowed down, as if a ferocious beast had been appeased, and it even started to act coquettishly with the breeder.

Chapter 34 Ignorance and Arrogance

"..."

I don't even want to act anymore.

Melvin studied Quirrell quietly.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor obviously didn't take the Devil's Snare seriously. He didn't care about the growth of the vines at all, but was eager to go in. Compared to the simple Devil's Snare, he was more concerned about the ingenious spell set by Professor Flitwick.

When Quirrell learned that the second room only required catching the flying key, he was relieved and even looked down on this design.

So what if the real keys are mixed in with thousands of fake keys? These fake keys will not attack or give any warning, so no matter how many there are, they are just waste.

A chessboard crafted by transfiguration, a carefully arranged endgame?

Quirrell laughed inwardly, it was not worth mentioning at all.

Entering the fourth room, a disgusting stench hit my nose, and it was even a bit irritating to the eyes. A huge mountain monster was sitting in the corner.

Before it could rush over with its fangs bared, Quirrell had already cast a stun spell, then pretended to go forward and check it out, then turned back to tell them that the troll was fine.

Dumbledore said nothing, and the others didn't want to stay any longer, so they quickly entered the next room.

Snape's arrangement was unremarkable. He replenished the potion bottles on the table to seven, placed a roll of parchment on it, and lit the flames blocking the front and back doors when he was about to leave.

Quirrell glanced at the puzzle on the parchment, his head dizzy and he couldn't solve it. He could only memorize it and planned to study the decipher privately when he returned.

Snape seemed to notice his movements and sneered, "A poison carefully prepared by me, then accelerated by magical flames... If some unlucky fool chooses the wrong potion, even a dragon will only turn it into fuel."

Quirrell's body froze, his right hand trembled slightly, and he subconsciously grasped his hanging headscarf. After a few seconds, he suddenly relaxed, as if he had received some kind of assurance.

Noticing his movements, Dumbledore's eyes fell on his turban, then moved away calmly.

"There's only one room left. I originally planned not to decorate it, but Melvin gave me a new inspiration..."

Dumbledore's words drew everyone's attention to Melvin. He raised the box in his hand and smiled brightly at the professors. "The contents of the box are quite dangerous, and it's a bit troublesome to arrange them. I won't be inviting you to see them."

Dumbledore nodded. "Melvin and I will go in and set things up. It won't take long. Please wait a moment."

……

"These night moths hide in corners. The phosphorescence in the room provides a weak light source, preventing intruders from being plunged into complete darkness. If someone rashly lights a torch or fluorescent light... the sound will alert the monsters hiding in the darkness.

The tilted floor and swaying suspension bridge will disrupt the body's control of balance. This process of constantly adjusting the center of gravity will make their body and mind hang in mid-air. The sudden fright will trigger the secretion of adrenaline, and the body will quickly become exhausted. Their hands and feet will begin to tremble, and anxiety and panic will envelop their body and mind.

"The subsequent arrangement involves psychology, the uncanny valley effect, and the Zeigarnik effect... Various ordinary things placed here will create disharmony, and this disharmony will give rise to weirdness.

"Extreme fear relies on a balance between a sense of loss of control and a sense of immersion. As I've said before, it uses the environment to gradually deprive the intruder of the ability to think rationally... guiding him step by step, returning him to the most primitive instinct of human nature: a fear of the unknown."

"..."

The young professor's story came from inside the room, and his voice was filled with uncontrollable excitement.

Adrenaline, psychological effects...

The others' eyes subconsciously swept over Snape. Although they didn't understand the words, the reasoning Melvin demonstrated last time was enough to make people awed by Muggle knowledge.

Despair, weirdness, horror...

Flitwick and Professor Sprout looked at each other and moved a little closer. The temperature in the Hogwarts dungeon was a little low, and they could already feel the atmosphere of fear.

Quirrell grasped the turban again, and received the comfort he had hoped for.

But this time he couldn't see the scene inside the room, so he couldn't relax at all. He could only repeat in his mind the power of the Dark Lord to find comfort.

“Sensory overload can cause the intruder’s sanity to collapse;

“The humble drop of water can bring psychological oppression;

“High-intensity shock and low-intensity repression alternate in cycles;

"Those who intrude can never adapt to the abyss of fear..."

The young professor's words came through the door, like the devil's whisper lingering in the narrow space. The room inside that contained the Philosopher's Stone seemed to have become a gloomy and terrifying hell filled with evil curses.

Quirrell clutched his turban tightly, feeling restless deep down inside.

……

The Quidditch field is particularly lively on weekends.

The weather was fine and the morning mist quickly dissipated, the vision became clear, and the brand new broom was waiting for its rider to run in. Harry decisively invited several roommates to play together, and out of courtesy, he invited Granger.

Granger refused.

She had originally planned to go to the library and pick out a few large books to memorize as a way to relax after a hard week of study.

Harry and Neville expressed their admiration.

Seamus and Dean expressed horror.

Only Ron rolled his eyes and couldn't help but say something strange: "We're not going there to relax and have fun, we're going to practice our flying skills! Who knows if there will be an exam at the end of the flying course? I remember a certain lady was having a hard time taking off."

Then Granger thought about it for a while, and said that what he said made sense, and finally Granger accepted their invitation.

So the team was expanded, and Hermione took the initiative to walk in the front, leading the team while popularizing flying knowledge to them, talking about the improvement of flying brooms to the evolution of Quidditch, from the first broom to the first game, and the origins of various rules were detailed and specific.

Harry and his friends were very interested in this knowledge. As they walked along, they gradually accepted the idea of ​​this know-it-all lady joining their team.

"You're so long-winded!"

Only Ron was a little impatient. The time was tight enough for five people to share 2000 light wheels, and now it became six people. He was very dissatisfied.

Ron, relying on his childhood experience with Quidditch, said sarcastically, "Little wizard from a Muggle family, what do you know about Quidditch? Who knows if you made up all this knowledge yourself?"

Hermione glanced at him indifferently without rebutting, and took out a large book from her messenger bag - "The Magic of Quidditch".

Ron still insisted: "Who knows this book——"

"By Kenilworth Whisp." Hermione pointed to the author on the spine of the book. "A respected Quidditch expert. You should have seen him on the Chocolate Frog card."

"..."

Indeed seen.

Ron opened his mouth, unable to object.

Hermione put away the thick book and continued walking forward with an expressionless face and brisk steps.

I think someone will ask this question, so I'll give an answer here.

Hermione would never date Ron.