Hogwarts: This professor is too Muggle

Granger was stunned: "Professor, how do you know..."

"I signed and sent your acceptance letters, and your dates of birth are on the admission book."

"..."

Hermione took a deep breath and sniffed, her nose tingling.

I was able to endure being away from familiar London and attending a strange school in the Scottish Highlands, 500 miles away. I couldn't go back to my parents on weekends, my roommates were distant, and I couldn't make friends. But when I heard the professor's birthday wishes, my eyes actually became moist.

"Thank you, Professor McGonagall."

She couldn't help but hug Professor McGonagall and rest her head on her shoulder.

"So today is your birthday..." Melvin thought for a moment, reached into his pocket, grabbed a handful of candy and handed it to her, "Happy birthday, little witch."

Hermione was stunned for a moment, staring at his pocket. How could such a small decorative pocket hold so many candies?

"Why are you daydreaming? Go on."

Hermione subconsciously stretched out her hands and caught a handful of candies. The packaging was very novel and had the words Honeydukes written on it.

Melvin ruffled her hair. "This is a hot-selling product from Honeydukes. Go find your friends. They'll definitely be jealous. If they like it, give them two. If they don't like it, tell them to crawl away."

"..."

Professor McGonagall and Hermione were both silent for a moment, Professor Lewynter being as unexpected as ever.

Professor McGonagall helped her tidy up her messy hair. "Don't listen to him. Go find your friends and share your candy. And tell them it's your birthday."

"Thank you, Professor McGonagall, and Professor Lewynter."

After saying goodbye to the professor and coming to her classmates, Hermione was still a little dazed.

"Look, Bibi Every Flavour Beans and Bibi Odd Flavour Beans."

"And Chocolate Frogs."

"Sizzle honey candy!"

Hermione slowly came to her senses as she heard the discussions of her classmates nearby. She had heard that Honeydukes was a candy store in Hogsmeade, and that only those in their third year or later could go to Hogsmeade...

As Professor Lewinter said, these candies are very attractive to freshmen.

Roommates Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil were nearby, their eyes fixed on the candy in her hand, then averted their gaze when Hermione looked over.

Hermione pursed her lips: "Lavender, Parvati, can you taste it for me?"

Lavender and Parvati looked at each other.

“Can we…?

"Well, today is... it's my birthday, so I'll treat you all."

"Hermione, you are so nice, happy birthday!" Lavender cheered immediately and reached out to grab a handful of pearls. Parvati tugged at her sleeve, so she chuckled twice and picked up a few pearls very tactfully.

Parvati came from a high-caste family in India and was well-educated. After taking the candy, she thanked him politely, then pulled Lavender aside to talk quietly, discussing a birthday present in the evening.

Hermione distributed the candies to Harry, Neville and others. The boys immediately started shouting and cheering, expressing their gratitude non-stop, as if Miss Granger had become the most popular witch.

"Thank you Hermione!"

"Happy Birthday Hermione!"

"Happy birthday!"

"..."

Hermione tried her best to appear calm and composed, but couldn't help but curl up the corners of her mouth slightly.

Looking at the noisy children, Professor McGonagall also had a faint smile in the corner of her eyes and asked the young professor next to her: "What if other children also want candy for their birthdays?"

"What do we do?" Melvin said, puzzled. "I'm neither the dean nor the vice president. What does their wanting candy have to do with me, the professor of the elective course?"

"..."

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips and didn't scold the young professor: "I will apply to the headmaster tonight. Some candies won't cost many Galleons."

"Dumbledore would certainly agree."

"Hopefully, the candy will get the kids to get along."

"..."

Melvin watched the students from afar. He didn't think a small incident would make Miss Granger popular. These candies would only ease the alienation between them. If their relationship didn't change fundamentally, it wouldn't be long before they would return to their old ways.

Some people are born unsociable and don't need many friends.

……

Friday, September 9st.

Charms classroom.

"Today we're going to talk about the Repair Spell. This spell can repair most damaged objects, but there are a few situations where it can't be repaired. First, objects that have been destroyed by powerful magic, and then objects that have naturally aged and decayed.

"The Repairing Charm can only be used on inanimate objects. The Ministry of Magic prohibits the use of this spell on humans or animals, and the consequences are very serious.

"In the 17th century, a Merseyside witch cast a healing spell on her son who had broken his knee. The magic removed his patella, fusing the two leg bones into one piece. From then on, his left leg could no longer bend..."

Professor Flitwick stood on two stacked wooden stools and told the story in a deliberately terrifying tone. Seeing Longbottom's pale face, a satisfied smile suddenly appeared on his face. "Now let's learn the spell and the casting movements. 'Restore as new'. The root of the word comes from Latin..."

After explaining the theoretical knowledge, Professor Flitwick allowed the students to practice freely and try to practice the repair spell on shredded paper.

The Gryffindor and Hufflepuff freshmen began waving their wands and muttering in various tones at the scraps of paper:

"Restore it—as before!"

"Restore—restore as before!"

"..."

"Harry, you should swing your wand in a wider arc. Seamus, don't poke the target with the tip of your wand. Keep your distance and leave enough space for the magic." Hermione looked around at the students practicing and offered guidance eagerly. "Neville, you made the same mistake I did during summer practice. Don't worry about making mistakes. Shredding paper isn't your knee. Cast the spell with confidence. There will be no problem."

"Thank you." Neville said.

Harry and Seamus looked at each other, shrugged their shoulders, and looked helpless.

Ron, who failed to cast the spell, waited for a moment, but did not receive the expected instructions. He wanted to ask but could not open his mouth.

Looking at his wand that was so broken that the animal hair at the core was exposed, he felt a little annoyed and cast spells on the shredded paper over and over again.

Chapter 39 Halloween

October 10st, Halloween Eve.

Hogwarts Castle was dressed up in a Halloween theme. The torches on both sides of the corridor were covered with pumpkin lanterns. The house-elves began preparing for the dinner early in the morning, and the air was filled with a sweet and tempting pumpkin scent.

Halloween originated from Celtic mythology. The Celts believed that the souls of the dead would return to the world on the last day of October to find a replacement to take the life of. The living were afraid of ghosts and worried about being used as scapegoats, so they came up with many ways to deal with it.

"Some people extinguish fires and candles and hide in the darkness; some dress up as ghosts and demons, concealing their faces and scaring away ghosts; others choose to please ghosts by placing delicious food in front of their homes for them to enjoy, which is the origin of 'trick or treat'..."

In the morning, third-year students took Muggle Studies. Professor Lewinter used the geography chapter of the encyclopedia to explain how the natural environment affects the lifestyles of surrounding residents, how it affects the bodies of indigenous people, and how this has led to different cultural customs.

Unfortunately, wizards are not afraid of ghosts and monsters, so there is no custom of dressing up as ghosts to ask for candy, and students are not very interested in the origin of Halloween.

During lunch, Angelina from Gryffindor kept complaining to her friends about her skin color. Her ancestors became dark-skinned in order to adapt to the sun, but now she doesn't need to be exposed to the sun, so why can't she go back to having a white skin?

Spinnet was speechless.

The last class in the afternoon is for fifth grade.

Gryffindor prefect Percy arrived at the classroom early and sat in the middle front row.

Professor Lewynter was different from other professors. There was no obvious pattern in the selection of answers in the random questions. The probability of the front and back seats was the same. Moreover, it was more convenient for students to copy the blackboard when sitting in the front row. Ravenclaw students had more flexible thinking and were generally aware of this.

Just as Percy expected, when he arrived at the classroom, most of the Ravenclaw students had already arrived, generally gathered in the middle.

Percy also saw two Ravenclaw prefects, Penelope Clearwater and a boy.

I can't remember what it was called.

Percy sat down next to Penelope, the girl looked up and they smiled at each other.

Professor Lewinter stepped into the classroom half a minute before the bell rang.

As the temperature drops, Professor Lewynter's clothes become thicker. You can often see him wearing a mid-length coat in various colors with a sweater underneath. The colors are well-matched and there is an indescribable liveliness in the dull tones of autumn and winter. Some little witches have already started to record and learn these color combinations.

Students' impression of Muggles changed unconsciously.

Professor Lewynter's teaching style is quite different. Although the class seems to be moving quickly, he's actually not rushed, and even seems somewhat leisurely. "We had a periodic test last week, and the marked papers were distributed last night. You should have seen your mistakes. This class will review the papers."

Percy silently took out the test paper and scored dismally on the multiple-choice questions.

Melvin took out the test booklet, which already contained questions from four previous tests. "For question one, choose C for the correct answer. Raise your hand if you chose incorrectly."

The classroom suddenly became quiet, and everyone raised their hands. Percy was among them, his expression calm and frank, not feeling ashamed, because such scenes had been repeated over and over again in the past few weeks.

"Mr. Hilliard, please tell me why you chose C."

"..."

Come to think of it, his name was Robert Hilliard.

Percy's thoughts were a little off.

This novel approach, unique to Muggle Studies, allows students to explain incorrect questions instead of the professor, effectively enhancing their autonomy. To avoid embarrassment in front of the class, students who make mistakes actively ponder and ask questions until they fully understand the problem.

The students were a little resistant at first, but now they see this as a way to show off.

Two hours passed quickly.

Ten minutes before the bell rang, Melvin glanced at his watch. He'd just reached the last question, so he put the test book down. "That's all for this class. If there's anything you don't understand, don't just let it slide. After class, be sure to rethink it and make sure you've fully grasped the relevant knowledge. You must understand that the test scores aren't important; the goal is to identify and address any gaps. If you have any questions, feel free to discuss them with your classmates. If you can't come to a conclusion, come back to me. I'm lazy."

There was a burst of laughter from the audience.

Melvin nodded. "Today is Halloween. Let's end get out of class early and go to the auditorium to enjoy dessert."

"Long live Professor Lewinter!"

Melvin watched them cheering for the end of get out of class, smiled, packed up his exercise book, and walked out quickly.

Before class, he received a letter from Wright asking him to meet at the Three Broomsticks.

……

On the fourth floor of the castle, the Charms classroom.