Hogwarts: This professor is too Muggle

"Not yet."

"..."

Melvin raised his eyebrows and wanted to ask again.

Dumbledore had already turned his head to look at the center of the field: "Look, the game has begun!"

"Hello everyone! Welcome to this season's Quidditch match at Hogwarts! Today's match is Slytherin versus Gryffindor..."

Lee Jordan's commentary voice spread throughout the stadium. After introducing the players from both sides, the game began soon.

Each team consists of seven players: the Keeper guards the scoring circle, the Seeker roams around the perimeter of the pitch, the two Beaters are responsible for chasing away Bludgers and attacking opposing players, and the three Chasers deliver the Quaffle into the opposing scoring circle.

The two teams had completely different styles. Slytherin's team was composed almost entirely of burly boys, while Gryffindor's team consisted of both men and women, who were mostly of normal to thin build.

They are all underage students. Players of this age are limited by their physical development and their speed and strength are not as good as those of professional players. The Slytherin players' shots are swift and fierce, and the Gryffindor players' parries are quick, but the audience can see their movements clearly. There is no sophisticated strategy in the chase, and even ordinary audiences can understand the roundabout tactics.

There is no time limit for the game, and the winner is determined by catching the Golden Snitch.

The score of this game was not too far apart, and Slytherin was always ahead by thirty points.

The battle can be described as tense, exciting and thrilling.

About ten minutes into the game, Slytherin's Flint started attacking players directly, going for the head and chest. It wasn't considered a foul, and Madam Hooch only gave him a verbal warning.

There are more than 700 violations in Quidditch games, but none of them can result in a player being sent off with a red card. The most they can do is award a free kick.

Melvin had always believed that the reason this rule hadn't escalated into a magical clash between the two sides was because Quidditch players hadn't opened their minds. They could just whip out their wands and launch a surprise attack, incapacitating the opposing players. It didn't matter how many free kicks were awarded, because they were guaranteed to win in the end.

Later he figured it out. This was a game balance. As long as no one took out their wand, Quidditch was just a ball game. If someone broke the balance, Quidditch would become a dueling sport.

"Flint deliberately bumped into Harry, foul!"

Lee Jordan's roar echoed throughout the stadium.

Gryffindor was awarded another free kick. The audience was watching the result of the penalty kick. Only a few people noticed that there was something wrong with Harry's broom. It was just shaking at first, and then it turned into a violent rolling and shaking.

Melvin looked around and quickly found the familiar little witch under a bed sheet transformed into a cheering banner. He watched her carefully walk through the crowd, quietly come to the Slytherin stand, and merge into the crowd who were concentrating on watching the game, and then -

Set Snape's robes on fire.

"Ah……"

Melvin couldn't help but smile.

Dumbledore turned around with a similar smile on his face, "Anything interesting?"

Melvin nodded slightly and turned his gaze to the center of the court. The Nimbus 2000 was still twitching and shaking. Harry had been thrown off, one hand tightly grasping the long handle, and was teetering on the edge of the ground.

"Headmaster, I think you should keep an eye on Potter at this time."

“The young eagle must feel the sensation of falling before it can spread its wings and fly.”

As he finished speaking, the fire in the Slytherin stands had grown bigger, causing a cry of surprise.

The broom that had been twitching in the air had stabilized. Potter was still full of energy after hanging on one arm for a long time. He pulled himself back to the broom with one hand, sat on it again, and then dived down to grab the Golden Snitch.

"The game is over, Gryffindor wins 170 to 60!"

"..."

Melvin looked at Porter's thin body and was silent.

What a powerful physical talent this is.

Chapter 47: Tavern Match (Two-in-One)

The game ended and the students gradually dispersed.

Although there are no regulations regarding image rights in the magic world, Melvin felt that he still needed to seek the opinions of the players from both sides, so he found the two deans to explain the situation and suggested that they go together to communicate with the students.

Snape didn't want to pay attention, so he said a few words and let Melvin go find the players himself. He hurried back to the office to deal with the burnt hem of his robe.

This is the situation.

When Professor McGonagall brought Melvin to find the players, both teams were sorting out their robes in the locker room. The atmosphere on the Gryffindor side was lively, and they were laughing and playing rock-paper-scissors to decide who would stay and return the broom.

Slytherin's performance was even worse. Captain Marcus Flint had simply assigned the unlucky Seeker to do odd jobs, blaming him for losing the Golden Snitch to Potter, which had contributed to the team's loss. This was standard Slytherin House procedure, and the other players had no objections.

Gathering the players from both teams in the locker room, Melvin explained his purpose and suggested that the image might appear in the tavern:

"...I'm not sure exactly how much profit it can generate, but it will allow more wizards to see your performance. If you want to continue your Quidditch career after graduation, it should be of some help to you."

After hearing Professor Lewinter's words, the players fell into deep thought.

When the unfortunate Slytherin Seeker heard that the proceeds would be used to replace the team's brooms, his eyes suddenly lit up, as if he saw hope:

"Professor Lewynter, when can we get our new brooms?"

Melvin looked at the green robes of the Serpents' House and paused for a moment. "Although the specific benefits are still uncertain, I can assure you that the entire Slytherin team will be able to use Nimbus 2000 next year."

Guaranteed by the Malfoy family's wealth.

The Slytherin players were delighted to hear this. They would have new brooms next year, and by then, they would be able to crush Gryffindor and Harry Potter alike. As they envisioned defeating the other houses again next year, even the frustration of today's loss faded.

Led by Captain Flint, the authorization of event images was quickly agreed.

Things are also going well for Gryffindor. Captain Oliver Wood will graduate next year and plans to become a professional Quidditch player. The spread of event footage will expand his popularity and influence, making it easier for him to select more teams.

When the other players heard that the headmaster and their dean had agreed, they all expressed their trust in Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall and supported Professor Lewinter's plan.

The only exceptions were George and Fred. They huddled together and whispered, "Professor, professor, can't you give us the proceeds directly instead of using them to buy brooms?"

Professor McGonagall knew what they were thinking at a glance: "In principle, the profits generated by the team should be used for the team, but if you insist, you can give it to your parents."

"let it go."

"You'd better use it to buy a broom."

"..."

Professor McGonagall was in a good mood today. She didn't scold the twins. She watched the players agree to the authorization one by one. Suddenly, she realized that the number was wrong: "Isn't Potter here? Where did he go?"

"He and his friends are visiting Hagrid."

……

"I saw Snape with my own eyes casting a spell on Harry's broom, his eyes fixed on Harry."

"On Halloween night, he broke into the corridor on the fourth floor and was bitten on the leg by a three-headed dog. I discovered his secret, so he wanted to murder me."

"That three-headed dog is called Fluffy?"

"You bought it from the Greek! What is it guarding?"

"Who is Nicolas Flamel?"

"..."

Melvin stood outside the simple wooden house, listening to the sounds in the room, and couldn't help falling into thought.

In just a few words, the three first-year students extracted information from the gamekeeper. Did Hagrid do it on purpose or by accident?

There's no way to know what Hagrid was thinking, but Dumbledore must have arranged for Hagrid to do this on purpose.

Several thoughts flashed through Melvin's mind. He reached out and knocked on the door of the cabin. He smiled at the little witch who opened the door and stuck her head out: "I have something to discuss with Potter..."

They hurriedly welcomed the professor of the elective course in. Needless to say, Hermione felt like she was already friends with Professor Lewynter. Harry and Ron were grateful to the professor because of the Halloween troll incident.

As the school's gamekeeper, Hagrid knew the new elective professor, but he wasn't familiar with her. He'd just nod and say hello when they passed each other on the street. In his eyes, the professor always had a gentle smile, dressed elegantly, and was able to get along well with everyone around him...

For some reason, Hagrid had no liking for this kind of person and didn't even want to socialize with him. But at this moment, he welcomed Melvin's arrival because Harry had just been questioning him about Nicolas Flamel.

Melvin pretended not to hear anything, sat down and took the hot tea made by the half-blood giant. While looking at the cabin and its owner, he repeated what he had just said to the players.

This wizard, who has giant blood flowing in his body, is 8 feet 6 inches tall and has a sturdy and strong build. As a classmate of Voldemort, he is 63 years old this year, but his body shows no signs of aging. His hair is black and thick, his voice is deep and powerful, and he is more energetic than many young and middle-aged wizards.

This wooden house looks dirty and simple, but the materials used are extremely solid. The floor is covered with ash and Scots pine, the walls are made of teak and yew, and the beams and ceiling are made of camphor wood and beech. Judging from the tree grain, they are at least hundreds of years old, strong and durable, and naturally insect-resistant.

Various rare and expensive furs of magical animals are hung on the walls.

All in all, the gamekeeper's net worth even exceeded that of many professors in the school.

"...Captain Wood said you were here, so I came looking for you." Melvin handed Harry the contract he had drafted last night. "Strictly speaking, the Ministry of Magic hasn't yet passed a law on this, and Muggle law doesn't apply to wizards. But as a Muggle Studies professor, I still think a contract would be more formal."

Harry had only seen Uncle Vernon sign a contract before, and he never thought he would be able to sign a contract himself. Although the professor said it had no legal effect, he felt a sense of being taken seriously and treated equally, and he felt very wonderful.

He flipped through it briefly and nodded thoughtfully.

Hmm, I don’t understand.

Out of trust in the headmaster and professors, Harry had already agreed to this plan in his heart.

While he was looking at the contract, Hermione pulled out a piece of three-no chocolate produced by a certain workshop from her pocket. "Professor Lewynter, this is the chocolate you gave me last time. Can you tell me if it's still edible? There's no production information on it, so I'm not sure how long it's good for."

"..."

Melvin stared at the candy wrapper with Honeydukes printed on it for a while and felt that Granger was a perfect candidate to be the Minister of Magic. It had only been three months since he started school, and the candy store that the Flumes had run peacefully for decades had become an illegal workshop producing three-no products.

"I don't know the shelf life of the magic candy. To be on the safe side, don't eat it. I have some fresh ones here." Melvin took out another handful of candy from his pocket, scattered it on the wooden table and distributed it to them.

The little wizard happily enjoyed the candy given by the professor. Hagrid also threw a few toffees into his mouth. He struggled to separate his teeth that were stuck together and felt the sweetness in his mouth. His impression of the professor changed.

There was a sweet smell in the air all of a sudden. The hound Yaya in the corner sniffed, wagging its short tail quickly, and came over with a laugh.

This Neapolitan Mastiff was not afraid of strangers. It rubbed Melvin a few times with its mouth open, buried its head in his arms, and peeked at the candy on the table, its tail wagging.

"You can't eat this."

Melvin picked out the chocolate candies, opened a few milk candies and gave them to the dog, stroking its head twice. "Theobromine and caffeine are poison to you."

Hermione, now particularly sensitive to canines, immediately looked up: "Can't dogs eat chocolate?"

Melvin nodded. "A dog's liver lacks the enzymes to digest and break down chocolate. Theobromine and caffeine can't be metabolized quickly enough, leading to toxins accumulating in the body and causing a poisoning reaction."

Harry asked quickly, "Where's the three-headed dog?"

"Huh? Hmm!"

Hagrid opened his eyes wide and wanted to interrupt, but his teeth were stuck with toffee and he could only watch.

"The three-headed dog's digestive ability is stronger than that of humans. Moreover, it is a magical animal with magic in its body. Its body is large enough that the toxins will be excreted before they can accumulate." Melvin looked at Hagrid who was anxiously standing beside him, and said with a smile, "But who knew that such an animal's weakness would be--"

"professor!"

Hagrid finally freed himself from the toffee's grip and mumbled, "Aren't you going to the Three Broomsticks yet? Better go early. It's Saturday and the pub will be busy this afternoon."