Hogwarts: This professor is too Muggle

Overall, Slytherin was stronger and scored one goal after another, while Gryffindor only scored two goals. The score gradually widened and the situation became increasingly serious.

Malcolm kept refilling the ice beer in front of him, which became a bit bitter after drinking it.

Are we really going to be suppressed by this guy?

I've never been so humiliated in school.

Now the only hope of victory is his.

Malcolm turned his gaze towards the figure on the outer circle of the court.

Wearing round glasses and a lightning-shaped scar on his forehead when his bangs blew, the famous Harry Potter was unfortunately thin and short, and the Slytherin Seeker looked twice his size.

The hope of victory seems slim.

Malcolm tilted his head back and took a sip of cold beer. The beer was cold, and his heart was even colder.

However, no one could have predicted the next turn of events. Potter was the first to spot the Snitch, but was bumped by Flint while trying to steal it. The broomstick seemed to be out of control, and Potter was hanging precariously on it...

Just when Malcolm's heart sank to the bottom, the screen flashed a few times, and Potter quickly adjusted himself, flipped onto the broom, dived down at high speed, caught the Golden Snitch in one fell swoop, and ended the game.

"Won?"

Malcolm was stunned for a moment, then quickly reacted with an ecstatic expression: "We win! Gryffindor wins!"

The tavern exploded instantly.

"Long live Harry Potter!"

Except for a few wizards who graduated from Slytherin, most of the drinkers supported the boy who survived the disaster and cheered and shouted to celebrate his victory.

Malcolm looked to the side and saw his neighbor with a dull look in his eyes. The failure came too quickly and too suddenly, and the gap was too big for him to accept. It seemed that he had not yet recovered from the shock.

"Ma'am! Give Taclot a beer!"

"..."

Taklot looked at his face and his lips trembled slightly.

Malcolm smiled, paused for a moment, and continued shouting, "Give everyone a beer, one per person! It's my treat, it's my treat!"

"To Harry Potter!"

"To Harry Potter!"

Although Ms. Rosmerta, who was standing behind the counter, looked a little tired, she couldn't hide the smile on her face. At first, she was still thinking about tonight's sales, but later she was busy adding wine and pouring it, and she was so busy that her head was dizzy.

According to a rough estimate, the income from tonight is equivalent to two months' normal income.

Professor Lewinter is not only good at brewing wine, but also good at running a tavern.

Unfortunately, the next game will have to wait until a month later.

The female boss smiled and drank with them. When the glasses clinked together, the sound of gold galleons falling into wallets was heard.

……

Saturday, October 12.

The winter snow had been falling intermittently for more than half a month, and the roads on both sides of Hogsmeade were covered with several feet of snow. The walls of the shops were cold and hard, and although the fireplaces in the shops were lit and fires were burning, the glass of each shop window was still rattling in the cold wind.

Passersby walking in the open air had a cloud of white mist in their breath, and the exposed skin was hurt by the wind, as if it was being cut by a knife.

The cold and snow could not freeze the warm hearts of the guests. After dinner, they walked out of their homes one after another, stepped on the snow and headed towards the Three Broomsticks, leaving a series of footprints on the ground.

Over the past month, the game videos have been repeatedly played, and word of mouth has spread, greatly increasing the popularity of the Three Broomsticks. The audience who come to watch the game are no longer just drinkers, but many guests bring their families with them, and they have regarded this as a new entertainment venue.

Anyway, the Three Broomsticks also do business with young wizards, and the butterbeer they sell to minors actually does not contain beer.

The tavern was packed with customers every night, and Madam Rosmerta had to hire several waiters and even staffed the back kitchen and wine cellar with house elves.

Hogwarts Quidditch is a single round-robin tournament, with each team playing one match against the other three. The four houses play a total of six games, one per month, excluding Christmas and Easter breaks. The tournament begins in November and concludes in June. Points are tallied to determine the champion. If two teams are tied on points, an extra game is played.

Today we're showing the Hufflepuff vs. Ravenclaw match.

Compared with Gryffindor and Slytherin, the two teams are slightly weaker and the competition is less intense, but this time the video has been edited and is no longer limited to one perspective. Instead, it is switched and spliced ​​from multiple angles, so you can always watch the game from the best perspective. The exciting clips will also be played back in slow motion, making it more enjoyable to watch.

There were also many Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw graduates, all very happy to support their own houses. Although there were no star players like Harry Potter, there were some good-looking and skilled players, such as the backup seeker Cedric Diggory and the vice-captain Roger Davis...

Every time the players from both sides faced off, the guests cheered.

“It’s too messy now.

“It would be best if the pub expanded.

"You can consider using a traceless stretching spell, or building a few more floors. Some guests don't want to watch the game, so we need to leave them with a place to drink normally.

"I'll create more interesting videos later. Until then, try not to play repetitive content over and over again, as this will wear out their interest and make them bored easily. You can choose one or two days each month to regularly play football games to keep things fresh."

That's some business advice from a Muggle Studies professor.

Melvin sat in the corner, watching the lively scene in the pub while analyzing things for the female owner in a slightly lowered voice.

"What you said makes sense, Professor Lewinter. I've also noticed some signs. There's an old customer who used to come for a drink every night. He's a Slytherin graduate, but he hasn't been here for a long time since watching the match that day.

"I met him on the street, and he said that the smell of beer made him sick. But tonight, when the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff match started, he didn't feel sick anymore..."

Rosmerta looked towards the counter, where the two old customers who always quarreled were sitting together again, with a row of beers in front of them.

The female owner was very grateful to the professor. Now that she had staff and elves in the shop, business was booming, and she had some free time. "I plan to build two more floors. The first floor will be used for normal tavern operations, and the second floor will be used specifically for ball games."

"What about the other layer?" Melvin asked curiously.

"There's another layer as a thank you gift..."

Rosmerta seemed to know he was about to refuse. Without waiting for him to speak, she immediately advised, "Professor Lewynter, I know that the Shadow Mirror will change many things, even completely transform the wizarding world. Professor, you should have longer-term plans. Although I'm not sure what you're going to do, I think you might need a place. Please don't refuse. The rent on this street in Hogsmeade is very expensive."

"Ms. Rosmerta, you are a Ravenclaw graduate, right?"

Melvin felt a little emotional. No wonder this witch had been able to run the tavern alone for decades. She must have extraordinary wisdom.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I'm from Slytherin."

Rosmerta heard his praise and smiled. She moved the wine glass in front of her and took out a linen woven bag. "The total profit for the past month was 1871 Galleons. This is the share agreed to be given to Hogwarts. I rounded it up to 900 Galleons, and your commission is also included in it."

"Notify me on the day the tavern is being renovated, and I'll get other professors to help."

"This……"

"It nets a few hundred Galleons a month, Dumbledore should come and work for it."

Chapter 49 Holiday

Melvin walked out of the Three Broomsticks. Snow was still falling outside and the air was exceptionally cold. After a few breaths, the tip of his nose felt chilled, as if it had been immersed in icy lake water.

He exhaled a long puff of white air, and his lips moved slightly. A transparent film suddenly covered his whole body, isolating the cold air like soap bubbles. Snowflakes floated around him, and a few inches away from his shoulders, as if touching some invisible barrier, slid lightly to the side.

This is the Bubble Head Charm he improved recently. It can provide a slight protective effect, but its defensive power is still weaker than the Iron Armor Charm.

The Shield Charm is a true protective spell, which can theoretically protect against most evil curses. From the perspective of a normal wizard, the Head Curse is usually more practical.

It is generally used to help breathing in specific environments, such as underwater where there is no air, deserts with severe wind and sand, and places with bad odors.

Melvin's magical power had recently increased again. Using the Bubble Head Charm, he could cover his entire body with a layer of transparent bubbles, which also had a certain strengthening effect, insulating against heat and cold, and refreshing the air. It could even block some less severe curses. He had privately tested it in his office, and under extreme conditions, it could withstand two mild Repulse Charms, and to some extent weaken the curse's power.

It is completely inferior to the Iron Armor Spell, but the transparent bubble film can cover the entire body.

The protective strength of this bubble film can be further improved. As the magic power continues to grow, it can be improved by combining it with the Iron Armor Spell. If the magic power is strong enough, it may be able to combine the advantages of the two spells. Unlike a single Iron Armor Spell, it can only condense a shield in the direction of the wand tip.

After passing the post office next to the central avenue, continue walking along the path. A few hundred meters ahead is the entrance to Hogsmeade village, and there is a small bar on the side of the road.

Melvin looked up slightly and saw the tattered wooden sign hanging on the storefront bracket. It was painted with a chopped pig's head, rusted dark red, as if blood had seeped through the white cloth wrapped around it.

The lights inside were dim, and the figures of a few drinkers could be vaguely seen floating around. Business was not too bad.

Didn't Hagrid say he'd invite him here for a drink?

He only took a few glances from afar, worried that this kind of pub involved in organized crime was by invitation only, so he did not go into the Hog's Head Tavern to visit. He returned to Hogwarts with a transparent bubble wrap on his head. Before lights-out, Melvin went to the vice-headmaster to calculate the profits.

Professor McGonagall was very concerned about the school's Quidditch events. When she learned that the school could earn 2000 Galleons after deducting Melvin's commission, which was directly converted into two Nimbus s, she was in a very happy mood. She spent the whole conversation praising Melvin for bringing new changes to the school.

Melvin felt the four hundred Galleons in his arms were a little hot.

……

January 12, light snow.

The first class in the morning was the third-grade Muggle Studies class, which was also the last class before the Christmas holiday. Melvin did not assign any papers, but instead asked students to find ways to touch and use several Muggle artifacts during the holiday, and record their methods of use and their experiences.

It is very difficult for students of pure-blood background, but very easy for students of Muggle-born or mixed-blood background. Students have different reactions to this, but there is nothing they can do about it, as this course is called Muggle Studies.

lunch time.

Castle Auditorium.

The four deans walked around the long tables of their respective colleges, holding a registration book in their hands, asking each student who had lunch one by one and compiling a list of those who would stay on campus during the Christmas holidays.

Regardless of whether they stayed on campus during the Christmas holidays, they were required to sign their names on the roster. They had to use the feather pen and ink bottle provided by the professor to sign. The feather pen quill was inlaid with gold wire, and the special ink had a crystal shimmer, which was very beautiful.

At first glance, there seems to be nothing wrong. The gold threads are thin and long, and the black crystal is bright, which makes people want to take a few more glances.

Melvin was somewhat surprised to find that several deans questioned the students one by one, but only asked the freshmen to sign, while students from other grades registered casually. He vaguely felt that something was wrong and stared at the quills and ink in their hands.

That seems to be...

"It's a magic contract."

Professor Kettleburn of the Care of Magical Creatures class saw that he had discovered something and pointed it out directly: "Based on the relevant regulations of the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy and the Regulations for the Reasonable Restraint of Underage Wizards, the Ministry of Magic prohibits underage wizards from casting magic without permission. It requires new students to sign a magical contract called "Tracing Silk" before the Christmas holidays."

"Zongsi?"

"As the name suggests, a magical filament that monitors traces."

Kettleburn explained, "After the contract is signed, a trace thread created by the Ministry of Magic will be wrapped around their ring finger until the student reaches adulthood. Whenever magical fluctuations appear near the trace thread, the Ministry's Improper Use of Magic Office will be able to immediately detect the specific location and conduct an investigation. If it is a normal wizarding environment, such as Hogsmeade, Diagon Alley, or Knockturn Alley, it will be considered a normal magical trace. If it is a Muggle town, a warning letter will be sent immediately..."

Around the 16th century, the conflict between Muggles and wizards became increasingly intense. Muggle residents, unaware of the truth, launched a large-scale witch hunt, detaining wizards who engaged in witchcraft or showed signs of magic, and publicly beheading or burning them.

Except for a few unlucky ones like Nicholas, who happened to have his wand out of his hand when he was arrested and whose heads were still attached to a layer of skin when they were chopped off, most adult wizards were able to escape successfully with the help of magic. However, the magical skills of underage wizards were not proficient enough, and many students were persecuted for revealing magic during that period.

Muggles persecute underage wizards, and adult wizards retaliate against Muggles...

Similar tragedies occurred repeatedly, hatred continued to accumulate, and the situation gradually became precarious.

The newly established British Ministry of Magic once sent a delegation to negotiate with the Muggle monarch, hoping that Muggle law would recognize and protect wizards. However, the ruler of England at that time was Mary II, known as the Bloody Queen, and the negotiations unsurprisingly failed.

The Ministry of Magic does not want to go to war with Muggles formally. In order to protect underage wizards and urge them to strictly abide by the Statute of Secrecy, the Unspoken Man of the Department of Mysteries dug out the Trace Contract from ancient magic and organized the freshmen to sign it through Hogwarts.