Hogwarts: This professor is too Muggle

Chapter 109 Warm Firelight

【Quietly Silence】

Melvin waved his magic wand lightly, and the room seemed to be wrapped in an invisible layer of silk. The noise outside the doors and windows, including snoring, immediately disappeared, leaving only the faint sound of the evening breeze rustling the letter paper.

The night seemed to quiet down all of a sudden.

"..."

Putting aside business matters and gossip about the old wizard for now, he was more concerned about what kind of surprises the black dragon could bring.

Melvin leaned back slightly in his chair, closed his eyes, and sank his consciousness into his body, concentrating on feeling the changes in his magic power.

Its strength and characteristics are similar to before, and its growth rate is still the same as before. Its strength is slightly higher than that of the professors at Hogwarts, but it cannot catch up with legendary wizards like Dumbledore.

It flows through the body like a trickle of water and seeps deep into the soul.

When passing through the main part of the torso, it conveys warm warmth, like the dark red charcoal in a fireplace that has just been extinguished, and when it touches the soul, it is as cool as a stream.

When Melvin closed his eyes and focused on his inner self, the tip of the wand in his hand glowed with a faint silver light, echoing with the moonlight outside the window, and there was a rustling sound in the courtyard.

Having experienced the gift of the horned water snake and the blessing of the unicorn in the past, he had already accumulated some experience. This time, with the gratitude of the black dragon, he was not very eager to explore the changes in the nature of magic. He was very patient and calm.

Melvin, who had always remembered fire dragons as having two distinct characteristics: blazing flames and sturdy scales, speculated that the magic gifted by the black dragon was related to fire and defense. However, considering the unicorn's blessing, it could also be the exact opposite.

"Let's try it with normal thinking first..."

Melvin moved his mind slightly, mobilizing his magic power and pouring it into the wand.

A cluster of bright flames suddenly sprang up.

The blue bellflower flame used for heating floated lightly in the air, warm but not scalding, but too bright, so bright that it dazzled the eyes.

"..."

The moment Melvin released the flames, he knew he had made the right move.

The temperature remained constant, but the brightness changed noticeably. The black dragon's magic power was indeed related to the flames, but the specific effects remained to be seen. He maintained a steady supply of magic power, staring intently at the blue flames, and unconsciously immersed himself in them.

As the night deepened, the stars and the moon slowly moved westward. The breeze from the Danube River carried mist, and the temperature in the hotel courtyard dropped slightly.

Iseron was sleeping standing up in the yard, drunken. Instinct drove them to the window of the professor's room. They felt a warm and comfortable heat coming from above, and the faint firelight made the horses feel safe and comfortable.

The flame in front of the window was always on.

If there is a secret gathering of wizards in the courtyard, looking up, you may find many animals gathered in the courtyard below, including birds that are awake on a midsummer night, bowtruckles perched in the landscape trees, and gnomes in the grass.

Late in the night, Melvin came to his senses.

He flipped his hand to extinguish the bright flame, and the blue light converged. The whole night seemed a little dim. Although he had been up for several hours, he did not feel any fatigue and was in better condition than before.

I roughly know the effect of the black dragon's magic.

"call……"

Melvin took a deep breath of the cool dew, packed up his letters and wand, drew the curtains, and prepared to lie down and try to fall asleep. Although he felt relaxed and not tired, he felt something was missing without sleep.

He put the envelope into his pocket and heard a faint sound from inside.

Melvin took it out and saw that it was the wizard's address book. The portrait on the third page was knocking on the paper. There was news from Christine.

"The Law Enforcement Department took this theft case very seriously. The Deputy Director directly used Veritaserum to interrogate the suspects. Three of them died on the spot, and the others confessed one after another..."

Somewhat unexpectedly, according to the International Wizarding Convention, the use of Veritaserum, Cruciatus Curse and Imperius Curse is not recommended in regular wizard interrogations. If an accidental overdose occurs, the criminal may become an idiot at best, or die on the spot at worst.

It seems that the Romanian Ministry of Magic is indeed annoyed.

"The Dark wizard gang that stole the dragon eggs was formed on short notice. They were all young wizards who had graduated less than two years ago. They came from magic academies all over the world. In addition to the three familiar European academies, there were also students from Ilvermorny and Ulgard. What they had in common was their Quidditch prowess and their families' poverty..."

Being good at Quidditch proves excellent flying skills. Under the premise that Apparition is prohibited, this is the fastest way to escape.

The family's poverty suggests they were hired by Jin Galleon, making it difficult to identify the mastermind behind the scenes.

"The temporary leader of the dark wizards came from Ilvermorny and is suspected to be connected to the mastermind behind the scenes. There was an unbreakable oath on his arm. He died suddenly after revealing a small amount of information..."

Melvin glanced at the two clues below the portrait: "New Salem Charitable Society, and... the Purgers."

……

The next morning.

Thick clouds blocked the sun, and the weather was neither good nor bad.

Melvin sat by the window in the hotel restaurant, eating breakfast while watching Isserlon in the courtyard kicking the goblins with his hooves.

It is still the familiar chimney roll, a batter mixed with butter and sugar, with ingredients added after baking. The sugar-coated shell is golden and crispy, and the bread shreds inside are soft and chewy.

I've been eating this a lot lately and I'm getting a bit tired of it.

Christine sat opposite him. She ate quite quickly, even quite neatly, but she looked calm and elegant. It was obvious that she had been taught this since childhood and had the background of a Parisian wizard family.

After wiping her mouth with a napkin, Christine raised her head and met Melvin's gaze. She looked away calmly: "Did you see the interrogation information I sent you last night?"

"Looked."

Melvin nodded, then suddenly realized, "It was you who Apparated back in the middle of the night?"

The Romanian Auror's residence certainly wasn't in Budapest. When he left the party and returned to the hotel, the female Auror was still working overtime, yet they had breakfast together this morning. Judging from the time the message was received, the magical fluctuations that tore through space could only have been hers.

"Um……"

Christine nodded gently. "The interrogation ended at midnight. I thought you might be confused after reading the news, so I asked you to stay here overnight. If you have any questions, I can answer them in person."

The person who said this was very calm, as if he was talking about something as ordinary as wiping his mouth with a napkin.

Remembering how this witch had been similarly calm when they went with him to block the Dark Wizard yesterday, Melvin's expression turned serious, and he became interested. "Your service is a bit too dedicated. Why? Don't you think that the relationship between me and the Witch Party is just a business?"

Christine's eyelashes drooped slightly and she was silent for a moment: "No matter what, I will do what I should do."

When attending school at Beauxbatons, be an excellent student; when working at the Romanian Ministry of Magic, be a diligent and responsible Auror; when attending underground gatherings of the remnants of the Witch Party, be a saint who exposes the mole.

Now she does her best for Melvin without any special thoughts. This has always been her habit, or principle.

That's it.

Melvin nodded thoughtfully, a glint in his eyes. "A friend of mine is coming over in a couple of days. Romania will cooperate with him to transform the Floo Network, sell shadow mirrors, and expand the Magic Mirror Club's channels. Keep an eye on how they do it, and have your Aunt Vida and Abernathy cooperate to follow up in Hungary."

"Ok."

Chapter 110: Budapest's Mirror

Wright stood beside the busy street, glanced at the letter in his hand, and looked up at the top of the Chain Bridge in Budapest with a blank look.

He was carrying a huge black suitcase with universal wheels at the bottom. It looked light, but in fact, it had been transformed into a portable warehouse using the Traceless Extension Charm. It contained more than a dozen shadow mirrors, as well as materials for small shadow mirrors and materials for Floo Network modification. He was just waiting to find the Ministry of Magic and show off his skills!

Wright Monkstanley, the second-in-command of the Magic Mirror Club and the chief engineer of the invention and improvement of the shadow mirror, went out with most of his wealth. Because he was carrying a prohibited suitcase, he could only cross half of Europe through the underground door key channel introduced by Bogin and came to Budapest alone.

According to the arrangements in Lewinter's letter, he will contact the head of the Romanian Ministry of Magic's Transportation Department.

Then the question comes:

How to contact the Romanian wizard in Budapest, Hungary?

"Damn you, Melvin Ryan Lewynter! You can't even write clearly, mentioning Romania and Budapest. Who knows what you're talking about... And he's still a professor at Hogwarts. He'll be fired by Professor McGonagall sooner or later!"

Wright looked at the flow of people and cars coming and going, feeling a little crazy.

Several shops along the street bore traces of magic. He had ample funds, so he could easily buy anything and gather some information. However, Wright had frequented the Leaky Cauldron and had heard of Budapest's reputation as the home of the remnants of the Witchcraft and Wizardry, with its flourishing underground trade and the throngs of wanted Dark wizards.

He was worried that if he acted rashly, he might end up falling into some shady business or a trap.

"Mr. Monk Stanley, Mr. Monk Stanley..." someone shouted not far away.

It was possible that Melvin had arranged to pick him up, or it was possible that he had discovered his last name through some magic and lured him into a trap. Wright turned his head and glanced at the old wizard with an old but kind face, and decided to wait and see for another half a minute.

"Mr. Monk Stanley?" The old wizard noticed his gaze, met his gaze, and called out more fluently, "Mr. Monk Stanley of the Magic Mirror Club?"

When Wright heard the name of the Magic Mirror Club, he almost cried and immediately let down his guard and moved over.

"I'm Abernethy, a friend of Professor Lewynter. He's gone camping in the Carpathian Mountains and won't be back for a while." The old wizard smiled kindly and warmly. "Come with me. We've arranged accommodations. The professor asked me to tell you to set up the club's framework here first. There's no rush for the Floo Network."

Wright followed behind, his head dazed.

It turns out that this was a trap, a trap set by that guy Melvin!

For the next two weeks, as the second-in-command of the Magic Mirror Club, Wright was kept busy. He had no idea how Melvin had negotiated with these remnants of the Witching Order, but he witnessed with his own eyes how the dozen or so mirrors prepared for Romania were snapped up by these old wizards.

There was no bargaining involved in the transaction involving tens of thousands of Galleons.

Faced with the relevant contracts of the Magic Mirror Club, these old wizards had almost no hesitation and signed at a frightening speed.

In less than two weeks, the shadow mirrors were spread around Budapest, and the special suitcases brought by Wright emptied several warehouses. The cold shadow mirrors without temperature were replaced by mountains of warm gold galleons.

……

Eight o'clock in the evening, west bank of the Danube.

A middle-aged wizarding couple strolled along the riverside path, elegantly dressed in Muggle-style wizard robes, holding hands with their son and daughter – a typical pure-blood wizard family. I took advantage of summer vacation to visit Romania to see dragons, and before returning, I stopped by Budapest.

From the tavern by the bridge not far ahead, bursts of hoarse cheers were heard. The unusual noise attracted the attention of a family of wizard travelers. Their parents slowed down their pace, and the siblings looked at each other and slowly walked over.

"Krum! Krum!"

Clearer cheers reached my ears.

When she heard the name, the sister's eyes lit up and she pulled her brother's sleeve.

The little boy raised his head wisely, blinked his eyes, and asked in a baby voice, "Mom, what are you doing in there?"

"Krum? I think he's that talented player from Durmstrang?"

The witch listened carefully for a few seconds. The cheering continued. Her expression suddenly became suspicious. She said uncertainly, "They're not going to be holding indoor Quidditch in there, are they?"

As we all know, Quidditch pitches are open-air, and games in bad weather are more exciting.

The sister, with sparkling eyes, tugged at her father's sleeve again, but the wizard looked away, unmoved. He was not a daughter slave and would only follow his wife's arrangements.

"One glass of brandy for everyone! On me!"

There were even louder cheers coming from inside, and the air at the door was shaking. If it weren't for the Muggle-Repelling Charm, the police would have come to the door by now.

The wizard swallowed silently. Although his family was relatively wealthy, drinking in bars was always restricted, and he had never tasted the specialty brandy here... If someone else treated him, there should be no reason to refuse, right?

The witch, seeing everything her husband and child were doing, was both angry and amused. She couldn't help but punch her husband. "Go in and take a look, okay? Keep a close eye on your daughter. No drinking, not even butterbeer!"

"Okay, sir!"