Hogwarts: This professor is too Muggle

Because in just three minutes, the young figure seemed completely different. Something was weighing on their hearts, causing them to slow down. Perhaps it was because the underground passage was poorly ventilated, but their chests felt heavy and they felt suffocated.

Abernethy was even more thankful that not all professors at Hogwarts were dark wizards.

Gripping the wands in their hands, the two old wizards felt the blood transporting warmth and oxygen back to their bodies. They breathed slightly, their eyes falling on the figure across the platform.

The very young professor smiled, and the atmosphere seemed to ease a little.

Melvin just stood there quietly, waiting for them to sort out their thoughts, and at the same time observed the three of them calmly. The two old wizards were relatively calm, and the female Auror from the Ministry of Magic looked a little pale, but still held her wand firmly, and her mental state was very good.

When the vision was dark just now, the witch tried to lock his position based on the starting point of the magic beam.

Vida's face looked ugly. The Wuzhu Party, which was once notorious, now only had a bunch of old and weak people left. They were even picked off by someone else. He felt very bad.

"Professor Lewynter, please forgive our offense." The hotel owner Abernathy sighed, his smile bitter and helpless.

I understand that the professor really didn't bother with them. He found that the impact of the first powerful Stunning Spell was too strong, so he took the initiative to reduce the magic power afterwards. Otherwise, they would all be knocked down and cleared with the Oblivion Spell, and no trouble would be left.

Abernathy sensed the professor's good intentions and quickly composed himself. He took the initiative to introduce, "This is my old friend, Vida Rozier, a former core member of the Wiccan Party. If you've seen our wanted posters, you should be familiar with this name."

"That child over there is her niece, Christine, a collateral descendant of the Rosier family..." Abernethy paused. "She graduated from Beauxbatons, passed the regular exams to enter the Romanian Ministry of Magic, and became an Auror before being recruited by Vader to become a Saint."

The young witch pursed her lips and remained silent.

Melvin thought for a moment and said, "This theft of the dragon egg really has nothing to do with you?"

Abernethy shook his head. "It was done by another group of foreign wizards. They also came to Budapest during the summer vacation, a day or two earlier than you. They stayed on Castle Hill. At first we thought they were ordinary tourists, but after the martial law was imposed, they disappeared..."

He thought the professor might be helping Romania investigate a case, so after a pause he added, "We have all the unregistered door keys here. We haven't received any news of anyone smuggling out of the country, so they should still be in the city."

Melvin had already vaguely realized that the female Auror was attending the rally to use the Wiccan Party's channels to investigate the case. He couldn't help but turn around and glance at her: "Then why did you expose me?"

If you don’t know him, you might think he is a villain.

"..."

The witch's deep blue eyes flickered, and her face was expressionless, but the tense muscles in her shoulders and neck showed that she was not actually calm.

Abernathy hesitated and said cautiously, "Professor, if you want to investigate the case, we can help."

Melvin shook his head. "I think there was a misunderstanding between us. Now that it's resolved, let's just leave it at that. There's no need to do anything extra."

It was wrong for him to follow others and sneak into the rally. The subsequent conflict was resolved smoothly and the contradiction did not escalate. Although he felt sorry for the fire dragon, he had no interest in getting Romania into trouble, so he put away his wand and prepared to leave.

"You haven't promised to keep it a secret yet!"

A slightly shrill voice suddenly appeared, and the other three people immediately looked at old Vida. The female Auror was a little stunned, while Abernethy had a headache and felt helpless.

Melvin couldn't help laughing. He looked at the elderly man and suddenly changed his mind.

"Do you really think you can rescue Grindelwald from Nurmengard?" Melvin asked calmly.

Vader quietly gripped his wand to hide the fear that flashed through his eyes, and replied in a firm tone, "Those idiot Austrian Aurors, what right do they have to stop me?"

"I don't know if the Aurors can stop you," Melvin said calmly. "I'm more curious, do you really think Nurmengard and the Austrian Ministry of Magic can trap a duellist proficient in the Dark Arts?"

"That's because he's lost his wand!"

"Grindelwald is proficient in silent and wandless spellcasting."

"He He……"

"He was under Dumbledore's Imperius Curse?"

This was the reason Vida once used to convince Abernathy, but when this reason was placed in front of her, she just couldn't nod her head.

"Look, you actually know very well." Melvin continued, "No one can trap Grindelwald. The International Confederation of Wizards once detained him much more strictly than this, but he still managed to seize the opportunity to escape in a short period of time. Such a legendary dark wizard was trapped in Nurmengard, a place he was familiar with, for half a century..."

"no no……"

Old Vida's eyes showed pain and sorrow. She murmured intermittently, trying to stop Melvin from revealing the cruel truth.

"The truth is, Grindelwald did it voluntarily. He was atonement for his past mistakes."

Melvin continued to speak, "Even if you break through the Auror's defenses, even if you go through untold hardships to enter Nurmengard, go to him, and hand him the wand with your own hands, Grindelwald will not leave until he is on death row."

Chapter 106 Making a Business

"..."

The proud witch, who was nearly a hundred years old and still had the energy to summon her old subordinates, hunched her straight back when she heard the young professor's words, becoming more bent than the bow of a Magyar cavalryman, as if she had aged in an instant.

A trace of pity flashed in Abernathy and Christine's eyes.

"But I can get him out of that cage," Melvin said softly.

These words were like thunder on a rainy summer night, breaking the silence that had lingered in the enclosed space and shocking the three remaining witches so much that they saw stars. Old Vida suddenly looked up and looked at him in surprise and doubt. The other two also had astonishment in their eyes, and Abernethy was even more alert.

Old Vader looked at him cautiously: "What do you mean?"

"I want to make a deal with you." Melvin smiled. "For the next three years, you, the remnants of the Witching Sect, will work for me. After three years, I will allow Grindelwald to walk out of that prison on his own initiative."

"..."

None of the three wizards could make up their minds and didn't know what to say for a moment. They just stood there in silence.

Melvin was like a vendor at a wizard's market, diligently selling his wares and allaying all the customers' concerns:

"Powerful wizards always live long lives. With Mr. Grindelwald's magical attainments, and the regular schedule of Nurmengard, where he doesn't have to worry about work and life, he could live to two or three hundred years old. He's only a little over a hundred this year, so he can definitely afford to wait three years.

"Your companions don't want to take risks, and don't want to go back to hiding. Instead of putting together a group that could break up at any time and launch a looting operation that's impossible to succeed, why not choose my plan?

"We can sign a contract. We won't let you do anything illegal, and we won't even disrupt your current peaceful life. It's just business and work cooperation..."

It turned out that Melvin did have a knack for business.

……

Early that morning.

Melvin sat in front of the window of the hotel room, quietly watching the bright moonlight spread across the street.

It was only the 90s, and the nights in Budapest were far from bright. The city lights were sparse and could not cover the stars and the moon. The Danube River in the distance swayed quietly, and there was no trace of magic in the shadows.

There was an address book in front of him, the same one he had bought at the market, which had finally fallen into Melvin's hands after many twists and turns.

There are portraits on the first three pages, and the first two pages are all old wizards, nothing to see.

The third page is a young witch. The witch in the portrait has long dark brown hair casually tied up, with a few strands of hair hanging on both sides of her cheeks. It looks a little messy because she took off her hood in a hurry. Her eyebrows are thick and well-defined, with a certain heroic look. Her lips are slightly pursed, as if she is a little reluctant.

His light-colored eyes looked to the side, his expression unfocused, looking ethereal and indifferent, but in fact he was very indignant about handing over the address book and having to make a copy of his portrait.

Below are their respective signatures:

Abernathy Guthrie, Veda Rozier, Christine Rozier

Melvin smiled with interest. He was not unfamiliar with the surname Rosier. This huge pure-blood wizard family had branches all over the world, mainly concentrated in Britain and France.

Draco's grandmother was a Rosier. The name Druella Rosier might be unfamiliar, but if you mention the mother of Bellatrix, Andromeda, and Narcissa, then she would be familiar.

The Rosier family has produced a Minister of Magic, a wizarding saint, a Death Eater, an Auror who died heroically, and someone who traveled to the New World in the 17th century and fought in the goblin rebellion...

They have been present in every major historical event of the wizarding world, standing firm and still being among the twenty-eight pure-blood clans.

Although Vida was a dark wizard on the wanted list, the Rosier family did not abandon the old witch over the years. Instead, they invested money and effort to help her gain a foothold in Budapest and accumulate considerable wealth and power.

There are more than one old wizard with amazing influence in the remnants of the witch party. With their help, the Magic Mirror Club can soon expand the shadow mirror here.

As for how to get Grindelwald out of trouble, it naturally falls on the headmaster.

There was a strange gleam in Melvin's eyes. It seemed that the idea of ​​using the Floo Network to develop home mirrors could also be implemented here. After all, there was no Umbridge to obstruct it, and no minister to get in the way.

"Now with the help of Abernethy and the others, as long as the Romanian Ministry of Magic gives its approval..."

Melvin looked down at the address book and passed a message to the two witches from the Rosier family: "Spread your eyes and ears out there and get information. I want to help the Romanian Ministry of Magic investigate the case."

"..."

Vida Rosier did not reply. After all, he was an old wizard and had suffered a severe shock not long ago. No young wizard could endure it.

The other portrait of the young witch quickly sent back the message:

"?"

……

The next morning the weather was fine.

Melvin, who got up late, walked into the courtyard. The Iserlons were strolling lazily in the garden, their maroon fur was shiny and smooth, and the aroma of wine lingered in their mouths and noses.

Kettleburn was teaching the half-giant to identify several species of goblins and bowtruckles. Hagrid had no interest in these little creatures commonly found in the Forbidden Forest, mainly because the professor said that as long as he wrote down the characteristics of these animals, he would take him to see the thunderbirds.

With a 5X level dangerous animal hanging in front of him, Hagrid suddenly became motivated to study and recited word for word with the professor.

"Bowtruckle has its roots in the Old Scottish dialect for dwelling, and the Latin word with the same root means the trunk of a tree. The etymology implies subordination and dependence."

"They live primarily in western England, southern Germany, and certain forests in Scandinavia, and their wood is often suitable for wandmaking."

"His slender fingers are good at digging for dirt, and he has a gentle personality..."

After listening to a few sentences, Melvin felt that this kind of class was even more boring than the History of Magic class. If it weren't for the actual demonstrations, Hagrid would probably have fallen asleep.

He cleared his throat and demonstrated his teaching to Professor Kettleburn: "Spring is here, and it's the season for animals to reproduce and mate..."

“It’s summer now!”

Kettleburn thought it was a normal class, but it turned out he was here to disrupt the class. He pushed him to the front hall with his only remaining arm and said, "Don't interfere with the normal class here. The uncle wants to see you. If you get up, go to the front desk."

Melvin was expelled from the classroom by the teacher and student while chatting and laughing. He came to the front desk and did not see Abernathy, but saw the young witch instead.

Christine's expression was cold, her eyes drooping, her unwillingness and dissatisfaction clearly written on her face, yet she felt helpless.

"Aunt Vida found some clues that they might have smuggled the dragon eggs out of the country themselves. Abernathy and the others have gone over to investigate the details. They asked me to wait for you here."

"Aren't you an Auror?"

"The suspicion of an inside job has been ruled out. All staff members present on the day of the dragon egg theft have been suspended."

Chapter 107 First collaboration, different thoughts

When adult wizards travel, they basically use the Floo Network and Apparition for short distances, and Portkeys or ride magical creatures for long distances. Only a few wizards have strange personalities and insist on going out in Muggle ways in Muggle cities.

Christine and Melvin walked slowly and leisurely along the asphalt road along the Danube River, occasionally stopping to look at the roadside vendors. Suddenly, they felt that this professor was really hateful. How could Aunt Vida and Abernathy believe his words and hand the saints into his hands?

"Christine, you probably haven't even met Grindelwald, so why did he join the Wiccan Party?" Melvin asked casually.