Hogwarts: This professor is too Muggle

"You're not in the bathroom!"

"If I were in the bathroom, you would have done me a disservice."

"I'm sorry Hermione, I shouldn't have called you a nightmare. It's all my fault..."

"I also did some things wrong, and I will pay attention to them in the future."

"No, it's our problem."

"..."

Melvin quietly watched the important scene of the Iron Triangle establishing diplomatic relations. He looked away and saw the wooden door trembling. "Ladies and gentlemen, I don't mean to interrupt your reconciliation, but if you don't open the door for Mr. Troll, he will cause trouble."

The three little wizards were startled and turned around to look.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The old wooden door made a dull thud, sawdust and dust kept falling, the sound of wooden boards cracking became clearer and clearer, and the amplitude of the vibration of the whole door gradually increased.

The pounding stopped for a few seconds.

The next moment, the thick wooden door shattered.

Fragments and dust flew everywhere, leaving only two wooden boards remaining at the metal hinged fixing points. As the twelve-foot mountain giant crawled out of the room, the two remaining wooden boards were crushed by the bulging and hard muscles.

The troll's arms were almost twice as long as its legs, and its huge body was topped by a head the size of a Quaffle, its proportions extremely disproportionate. A thick, long wooden stick was dragged behind it, and its skin was grayish green, covered with a hard crust formed by dried mud, emitting a disgusting stench.

The giant monster came out of the bathroom and stopped where he was. He looked around suspiciously, and his eyes were fixed on the four teachers and students not far away. After a slight hesitation, he walked towards them clumsily, raising the wooden stick in his hand.

"Professor..." Ron's voice trembled.

The other two remained silent, their bodies tense, their right hands reaching for their wands, though in slightly different positions.

Melvin noticed that Granger was holding his wand upright, ready to cast a spell at any time, while Potter was holding the wand handle backwards, not looking like he was about to cast a spell, but more like he was holding a dagger, ready to rush up and stab the troll at any time.

"..."

Melvin sighed, "I'm the Muggle Studies professor. Dumbledore didn't say I'd also be responsible for teaching combat."

Hermione glanced at the professor suspiciously, preparing the spell while calculating when the headmaster would arrive. The noise just now would definitely attract attention.

Harry realized he was holding his wand upside down, corrected it with a gesture, and tentatively suggested, "Then should we run and go back to find Headmaster Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall?"

Ron nodded continuously: "Yeah, yeah, the troll will definitely not be able to catch up with us."

"Forget it, I'll just take over the class for now."

Hearing Professor Lewinter's words, several freshmen immediately raised their heads and stared at the professor without blinking, wanting to carefully observe how he waved his wand and to see the real combat magic of an adult wizard up close.

Melvin paused as he was about to cast a spell without a wand. Out of professional ethics as a professor, he took out his wand and recited the spell clearly:

【Clear water like a spring】

Wingardium Leviosa

The three first-year students were a little stunned. These two spells did not meet their expectations of combat magic at all. They were too elementary and too simple, so simple that they were still practicing them during the day.

I saw a ball of clear water condensing in the air, and the lights reflected on the surface broke into pieces of silver scales, which were a bit dazzling.

The troll stared impatiently at the water ball floating in the air blocking its way. Before it could wave its stick, the clear water slowly approached and gently covered its head.

The giant monster opened his mouth and roared in pain. His Adam's apple rolled violently, but he couldn't make any sound. Several large bubbles overflowed from his mouth and nose, while clear water poured in from between his open teeth, turning the roar into even finer bubbles.

Veins bulged on the giant's forehead, and his entire face was twisted into a weird and terrifying appearance. His whole body was twitching violently, his steps were staggering, and his hands were waving wildly. However, the floating clear water did not bear any force at all, and no matter how it beat and tore, it still stubbornly covered his head.

But after a dozen seconds, the brutal force suddenly dissipated, the tense body relaxed, leaned back, and the strength of the shaking limbs gradually weakened, like a stranded cod gradually stopping struggling.

The clear water was contaminated by the mud crust on the surface of the water, causing turbid muddy waves.

When the water surface returned to calm, turbid mud and sand floated in the water, and occasionally tiny bubbles floated up.

The three students stared at the giant monster lying on the ground in a daze.

"Wow."

The turbid water mass suddenly dispersed, splashing on the ground with a clear sound of water.

The three students woke up in shock and wanted to say something, but they felt their throats were dry and cold sweat broke out on their backs. They felt cold all over and in their hearts.

"Don't worry, he just fainted from drowning."

Melvin dutifully performed his duties, following the actual combat demonstration with a theoretical explanation: "Trolls are divided into three types based on their habitat: mountain trolls, swamp trolls, and river trolls. They are violent and extremely powerful, and their surfaces are covered in a hard mud crust, making conventional magic difficult to use. Drowning them in water is the fastest way to incapacitate them, provided it's safe. Furthermore, these creatures are natural swimmers, have strong vitality, and will recover quickly."

Hermione looked at the unconscious troll. The water blocking his respiratory tract was slowly being discharged from his mouth and nose. His chest was indeed still rising and falling, showing signs of life.

"..."

Professor Lewinter did not brutally kill the troll.

She breathed a sigh of relief silently, unable to explain why.

Harry and Ron looked at each other in silence. This professor was strange. Sometimes he was very reliable, and sometimes he was quite scary.

After waiting for a while, Professor McGonagall hurried over, followed by other professors. Snape and Quirrell walked at the end. Seeing the troll lying on the ground, they seemed to find it hard to accept. They tightly clutched the turban hanging on their chest and let out a weak sob.

Melvin's eyes twitched slightly. If someone didn't know the situation, they would have thought that the troll was really Quirrell's Halloween date.

Professor McGonagall glanced at the scene, her expression serious: "Melvin, what's going on?"

Melvin paused for a moment. "It all started about an hour ago. I came home late and was about to wash my hands before attending the dinner. On the way, I ran into Miss Granger who was using the restroom, and we chatted for a while. Then we saw the students being evacuated from the auditorium. Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley were worried about the safety of our classmates, so they came to tell us about the troll. As a result, we actually encountered a troll on the way, and then..."

He pointed at the troll lying on the ground.

Snape went forward to check on the troll. After a few seconds, he raised his head and said to Professor McGonagall in a deep voice, "Drowning and suffocation, temporarily unconscious."

Quirrell stopped sobbing immediately.

……

After one hour.

Gryffindor girls' dormitory.

After washing up and changing into her winter nightgown, Hermione folded her wizard robe neatly and was about to put it in the laundry basket when she took out a hazelnut chocolate from her pocket. She paused for a moment, then took it in her hand to check the production date and shelf life.

Two roommates had gone to sleep, and two roommates were still awake.

Parvati sat at the head of the bed, holding the Transfiguration textbook and preparing for the class inattentively. She glanced at the textbook, then at her roommate, then at her roommate again, then at the textbook again... and then silently turned the book back over.

Lavender was much more straightforward. She had already lain down, but as soon as the quilt was lifted, she sat up and asked in a chattering voice:

"Hermione, where have you been? Did you encounter any trolls?

"you?"

"We didn't see you on the way back, so we immediately reported it to Prefect Weasley, who then told Professor McGonagall. The boys said Harry and Ron were missing too."

"..."

Hermione repeated what Professor Lewynter had said. The content was all true, but the details were handled appropriately and the wording was slightly modified. Everything that happened tonight was purely an accident and no students were deducted points for it.

Parvati put down her textbook after hearing this, her face full of envy. Few people who were selected into Gryffindor house would be content.

Lavender's eyes widened with curiosity. "Harry and Ron found you missing. Why did they go looking for you themselves instead of telling the professor?"

Hermione was silent for a moment. She had asked the same question not long ago, but unfortunately there was no answer. She replied calmly, "Maybe their minds are just not flexible."

"Like a troll?"

"……Um."

"How did Professor Lewynter deal with the troll?"

"The Water Purification Charm combined with the Levitation Charm caused the troll to drown and suffocate." Hermione glanced at her after answering. Knowing that she usually paid more attention to Professor Lewynter, she was worried that she would think the professor was cruel. "It was only suffocated and unconscious, but it was not killed."

"To be calm and composed, to win by wit, without any violence at all, must be very elegant, right?"

"..." Hermione was silent again, recalling the scene at that time, and hummed softly.

"Did you finally find out how the troll broke into the school?"

"It seems the professors needed to buy trolls for other work," Hermione relayed. "Professor Quirrell, who teaches Defense Against the Dark Arts, wanted to teach senior students while he was there, so he bought an extra one to use as a teaching aid. He's been keeping it in an abandoned classroom underground, and it escaped on Halloween when no one was watching."

"Will Professor Quirrell be expelled?"

"Probably not. Professor McGonagall said she would discuss with Headmaster Dumbledore how to deal with the troll. She didn't say she would punish Professor Quirrell."

"That's a shame..."

Parvati and Lavender both felt quite regretful. If Professor Lewynter was very popular with girls, Professor Quirrell was at the other extreme. He dressed strangely, behaved sloppily, didn't change his headscarf for several months, and it had a strong smell. No one wanted to sit in the front row during class.

"Ah."

Hermione did not continue to participate in their conversation about clothing. Looking at the chocolate in her hand, the few scenes of her time with Professor Lewinter emerged in her mind.

He could see his embarrassment at a glance.

Always have candy in your pocket.

Simply pointing out a way to share candy can help her get along well with her classmates.

Occasionally, he'll tell some inappropriate stand-up jokes.

A wind-proof spell will be set up while chatting in the courtyard.

Can easily subdue dangerous creatures of level 5X.

"..."

A young, wise and gentle professor.

After putting the clothes into the laundry basket and taking off her shoes and getting into bed, Hermione continued to observe the hazelnut chocolate in the dim light. She finally confirmed that the production of the chocolate was not standardized by Honeydukes Candy Shop and there was no production date or expiration date.

Generally speaking, the shelf life of this kind of candy is six months, but if it is handmade without preservatives, the shelf life is uncertain.

It could be a week, it could be 30 days.

I don't know if wizard crafts have any magic to preserve food.

Hermione squeezed the candy in her hand and pursed her lips.

It would be a shame to throw it away. I'll find time to ask Professor Lewinter.

I'm worried that someone might misunderstand me, so I'd like to clarify that I raise Hermione as my younger sister and don't engage in taboo teacher-student romance.

Chapter 43 Snape's Position