Hogwarts: This professor is too Muggle

At the age of twelve or thirteen, worries come and go quickly. Listening to Sir Cadogan screaming in pain after being beaten, and then laughing and chasing up a few flights of stairs, the thick barrier of sadness was broken.

After giving the fat woman the command and going into the portrait hole, the three of them found a seat by the window in the lounge and sat down, eating and chatting.

The grounds outside the castle were bathed in the light of the stars and the moon. The bright silver light spread on the ground, and the lawn was dotted with wild flowers.

Crumpling the candy wrapper he had just opened, Ron thought back to Professor Lewinter's words and actions tonight. He said thoughtfully, "Do you think Professor Lewinter is different from other professors?"

"You mean the office? He decorated it according to Muggle aesthetics." Hermione didn't even look up and looked through her notes.

"I mean, he's different from other professors."

"What's the difference?" Harry asked curiously.

"Haven't you noticed?" Ron smoothed the candy wrapper on the table, frowning slightly with a serious expression. "He's a bit like Headmaster Dumbledore. He doesn't seem to treat us like children. When we encounter difficulties and confusion, he doesn't just solve the surface problems, but guides us from a deeper level."

He paused. "This is what happened with Hagrid, and also with tonight… You two volunteered to forgo your pay. Normally, you should have asked me about my plans, but it's as if the professor hadn't expected that."

Hermione turned a page of notes and hummed.

Harry glanced at him calmly: "You just found out?"

"What's that look in your eyes? Don't think I can't see that you despise me!" Ron couldn't pretend any longer. He crumpled up the candy wrapper and threw it at him, saying unhappily, "Have you ever noticed anything before?"

"The candy on my birthday, Neville's summoning spell, the troll on Halloween, advising Malfoy on the night of the Forbidden Forest parade, the matter of Quirrell..." Hermione looked up from her notes, "I only realize it now. It's strange that you are so slow, isn't it?"

Harry nodded in agreement.

……

The feather pen made of thunderbird feathers has a slight coolness.

Melvin dipped the ink into gray-black ink and copied the test questions onto parchment, trying to write as slowly as possible to ensure neat handwriting.

The window was open, and the wind blowing through the Forbidden Forest and the Black Lake rushed into the room. The papers fluttered in an attempt to break free from the ink bottle, but it was futile. Summer had officially arrived, and the castle had become hot. This coolness was very comfortable.

The ink dried quickly. After Melvin finished copying it and checked it twice, he put the test paper into an envelope, sealed it with special wax, applied two spells to prevent leakage, and wrote Ms. Marchbank's address on it.

After thinking about it, I changed it to the address of the Wizarding Examinations Authority.

These are the examination papers for the fifth and seventh years of Muggle Studies, corresponding to two wizarding level examinations respectively. In fact, Ms. Marchbanks has urged me to submit them several times, but it has been delayed until now.

I'll put the letter away for now and mail it when I go out for the meeting later.

The special consultant is not the one who sets the questions. These topics are just suggestions. The test questions are submitted, reviewed and checked by the Administration, and after confirming that the standard answers are correct, a few questions are selected and listed on the test paper. Finally, they are printed in batches, sealed and wait to be opened during the exam.

The other grades only had ordinary final exams. Initially, Melvin planned to modify and adjust the previous exam papers. However, after carefully reviewing them several times, he felt that there was nothing good about those questions, so he decided to make his own questions.

The good news is that you don’t need anyone to review your work, so you can progress quickly with your free play.

After Melvin finished designing the sixth-grade test, he looked up to relax and found that the cool breeze outside had died down and the clock hands had just reached 2:15.

"The meeting time Professor McGonagall announced is half past two, and there are still fifteen minutes..."

After tidying up his slightly messy desk, Melvin took the envelope and went to attend the professor's final meeting.

……

In the side hall of the auditorium, in the conference room with a round table.

The pendulum of the grandfather clock on the wall swung back and forth, the hands moved slowly, the door kept opening and closing, professors walked into the room one by one, and the empty seats around the round table gradually filled up.

Seeing the Muggle Studies professor come in, Professor Flitwick greeted him cheerfully, "Melvin, come and sit here!"

There are two seats next to me, and the other one is already occupied.

Professor Sprout looked up and smiled.

Melvin happily sat down next to him. This half-goblin professor of Charms loved to chat, especially during meetings or meals. He was a bit talkative, but not annoying at all.

He is knowledgeable, with extraordinary dueling skills and magical attainments. Chatting with him always gives you unexpected gains and is a very pleasant experience.

Snape sat on the other side, looking through the documents with a cold face.

The headmaster was still absent. Sitting in the main seat in the middle was Professor McGonagall, or should I say the vice-headmaster? She wore square black-framed glasses, had curly black hair tied into a bun, and wore a dark green robe even in summer.

Seeing the professors taking their seats one by one, with only one seat left vacant for Divination, she frowned slightly.

"Sybil couldn't attend. She said she saw a special sign in her celestial eye this morning, and she needs to study what it portends," Professor Aurora Sinistra of Astronomy explained.

"..."

The professor present showed an understanding look, well, she was drunk again.

Professor McGonagall was a little displeased, but she didn't waste any time and started talking about business:

"The course selection results for second-year students are out. The list and results are in the file in front of you. Professors in charge of elective courses can take a look. Professor Lewynter, the results for Muggle Studies are quite special. You should prepare in advance for next year's course schedule."

"?"

Melvin was looking through the parchment in front of him, and Flitwick and Professor Kettleburn beside him came over.

The student lists for other elective subjects are all long, some densely packed on an entire page, some sparsely spread out in a small area. Only the Muggle elective courses are special, with only a simple line on the list.

"All students"

Melvin heard a chuckle from Professor Kettleburn's nose, and then the professors attending the meeting couldn't help laughing out loud, and the air was filled with an atmosphere of gloating.

This result was not surprising to everyone.

When the school first started, Melvin's clothes were a hot topic among students, the exquisite Muggle books and teaching materials sparked heated discussions, and the novel classroom interactions set off a trend, not to mention the later mirrors and images.

For second-year students, Muggle Studies is the most interesting and unique elective course. If the school were to select the most popular professor, Melvin would definitely take first place.

The result was that all the students chose Muggle Studies, and a good elective subject became a compulsory course.

"I hope you won't disappoint the students, Professor Lewynter." Professor McGonagall smiled. "Go back and think carefully about whether to split the class into two, like the required courses, or have the whole grade take the class together. Please reply to me before the start of the semester in September so that I can arrange a classroom for you."

"..."

Melvin nodded, feeling a little numb.

Professor McGonagall looked at the other professors and said, "The rest is about arranging the final exams. Please submit the exam questions for each subject as soon as possible. The school will print them centrally... Some subjects have practical exams. Please report any props you need as soon as possible. The school will purchase them centrally..."

"Ok."

Melvin nodded with everyone else, absent-mindedly watching Professor Flitwick drawing a very unique ancient magic spell gesture on a piece of paper.

"Regarding the Wizarding Level Exam, pay more attention to the emotions of fifth- and seventh-year students during class. Be careful with your scolding and criticism, and don't put too much pressure on them."

"I see." Melvin thought about how the gesture seemed to be connected to Paracelsus.

"Defense Against the Dark Arts class is a special case. The theoretical exam will use previous years' papers, and the practical exam will be supervised by everyone in turn. Second, third, fourth, and sixth years will be supervised by our deans, while first years will be supervised by Professor Levent. Any questions?"

"No problem... huh?"

Melvin came to his senses and was shocked to find that he was asked to work overtime again, and he was indignant.

Shouldn't this kind of thing be assigned to Dumbledore, who has the most free time?!

Before we knew it, the work arrangements for the end of the school year were arranged in an orderly manner. It was basically Professor McGonagall who was talking, and the other professors occasionally responded. There was not much room for discussion or consultation.

This process has been tested over the years. Except for Melvin, the other professors have been there for many years and are very familiar with it.

"Let's stop here. If you have any comments, you can come to me privately. The meeting is adjourned."

"..."

Professor Flitwick snapped the file shut and left the table calmly.

He had attended dozens of similar meetings. In the early days, Dumbledore presided over the meetings. He would pull Minerva aside to chat and draw simple diagrams of spells. At that time, Minerva could still communicate and chat with him.

And now, the old friend who used to slack off together has become the vice-president who presides over the meeting, and there is a sadly thick barrier between them.

Blame Dumbledore!

Melvin had something to ask Professor McGonagall, so he sat there waiting.

Professor McGonagall sat at the head table, sorting documents. She had no expression on her face. I wonder if she was secretly criticizing a certain irresponsible headmaster. After everyone else left, she slammed the documents on the table and looked up to see someone else:

"Melvin, what's wrong?"

Melvin nodded. "The Easter holidays are over, and the profits from the video have been settled. It's about 10 Galleons, and Hogwarts got a share of that."

"..."

Professor McGonagall frowned. "Melvin, Hogwarts isn't one of those greedy, unscrupulous institutions out there. Regarding the Shadow Mirror incident, the school had a legitimate reason to take a share of the Quidditch profits. Let's forget about this one."

"Isn't the background of the video shooting Hogwarts?"

Melvin blinked and smiled, saying, "Many wizards buy multiple tickets to watch the film over and over again. It's not just because of the playful adventure stories that feel like children playing house. Many of the viewers are adults, and they can certainly tell that the levels aren't designed to protect against Dark wizards. They watch it over and over again because of the Hogwarts scenery. They spend Galleons to relive their school days."

"..."

"The school deserves this profit." Melvin paused. "Besides, haven't we reached our goal of replacing the brooms for the four teams yet? We can use the money to buy teaching aids during the final exams and upgrade the brooms in time for the last game of the year. Gryffindor has already secured the House Cup, winning it again after five years. It would be even more exciting if they could finish the game with new brooms."

Professor McGonagall thought of Snape's sarcastic words and was a little moved: "I need to discuss this with Dumbledore."

"Give me an answer as soon as possible."

"..."

Professor McGonagall had a complicated look in her eyes. In the past, she was the one who urged other professors to give responses as soon as possible, but now she was being urged by others. She hadn't experienced this in decades.

The thought flashed through her mind again. This was clearly the headmaster's responsibility. It was all Dumbledore's fault!

Melvin didn't think too much about it. He was wealthy enough now. The Galleons were piling up and he couldn't spend them for the time being. There would be more Galleons coming in in the future, so it wouldn't be a big deal to give some back to Hogwarts.

The castle and its people had certainly been of great help to him.

When Melvin was about to leave, he suddenly remembered: "There is one more thing. I need you to pass Ron Weasley's salary to Mr. Weasley for me."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "If it's convenient, remember to remind them to get that first-year student a suitable wand."

Professor McGonagall looked at his receding figure, somewhat puzzled, and felt that this instruction was a bit strange.

The wands of all the children at home are broken, and my daughter, who is about to start school, will probably only be able to use old textbooks. Is there any parent who would rather take the whole family on a trip after becoming rich than replace the wand and buy new textbooks for her child?

……

Sunny weekend.

The red-haired witch Molly Weasley received a letter from Professor McGonagall informing her to meet at Gringotts in Diagon Alley. When she saw Ron standing behind the deputy headmaster, her face turned pale. She thought her child had caused some trouble at school and was about to be expelled, so she hurried over to apologize.

Of course, his pale complexion quickly turned rosy, and then his head became dizzy, his face was full of smiles, and he muttered gold galleons.

"I can go to Egypt to see Bill! Stay in the best hotel and try the local food..."

Ron's eyes lit up, and he echoed his mother, "We can also go on an adventure to the pyramids, visit the alchemy research center, and experience the fastest broom!"