Hogwarts: This professor is too Muggle.

Chapter 14: Being a teacher, the most important thing is to be happy

Ten o'clock in the morning was the time when students and professors were getting into the groove. Teachers and students were immersed in their first class after returning to school. The corridors of Hogwarts Castle were a little quiet, and the aisles near the library were even more so. It was so quiet that only footsteps could be heard.

Several students in the Muggle Studies class found it novel that they were called out in the middle of class to move teaching materials. They had never experienced such a thing before.

Melvin walked slowly beside him.

"gentlemen."

Cedric of Hufflepuff turned to look at him, hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "Do the textbooks this semester have any special magical powers? Do they require several people to be present at the same time to move them?"

The others slowed down and were also curious.

"Non-magical, Muggle-published books."

"Can the levitation spell move it?"

"It might work."

"Then why..."

Excluding the idea that the professor doesn't know the levitation spell, I still can't think of any other answer.

Cedric looked at the three students next to him again. He had noticed since he walked out of the classroom that the professor had a pattern in selecting people, picking one from each college.

"Because I need someone to lead the way."

Melvin blinked. "I arrived at Hogwarts only a few hours before the new students. I don't know where the library is, and I'm not familiar with these staircases and doors. If something unexpected happens... for a long time to come, your dinnertime conversation will be about Professor Lewynte getting lost in the corridor during class."

Cedric couldn't help but laugh and said, "No."

Several people nearby echoed in agreement, but their tone was somewhat cheerful. Even Cassius Warrington from Slytherin couldn't help laughing.

Lee Jordan still had doubts: "If you just want to lead the way, you can just ask Cedric to be the only one. Why ask four people?"

"Didn't I tell you that we need to move the books?"

"Are you really moving?"

"We really have to move."

"Isn't there a levitation spell?"

"Dumbledore himself emphasized that spellcasting is prohibited in the school corridors."

"That's something Filch proposed to embarrass students, and professors don't have to follow it."

"Talk less and save some energy for moving the books."

"Ugh……"

The package from Flourish and Blotts was signed for by Madam Pince. Muggle-published books were different from other magic books. They would not move around or make shrill screams. Madam Pince was worried that these encyclopedias would be torn into pieces when placed together with other magic books, so she stored them in the storage room next to the library.

The binding of these books was somewhat different from their usual magic textbooks. Other textbooks had yellowed parchment with covers of Oxford cloth or linen. These books, however, were made of coated paper with soy ink. The handwriting was fine and clear, the edges were neat and fuzz-free, and the covers were covered in a layer of transparent plastic. They felt smooth to the touch and were brightly colored, completely unlike those magic books.

So when Cedric and the others walked into the storage room and saw the shiny, new books, their eyes lit up: "Are these our textbooks?"

Melvin looked at them and smiled. "It's not a textbook, it's a reference book."

"I will take good care of it." Li Jordan couldn't help but touch it, not daring to use too much force.

"I remember you are mixed-blood, so you should have seen this kind of book."

"I've been attending Hogwarts all my life, using only magic textbooks."

"Didn't you read any other books during the holidays?"

"You said it's vacation time, who would still read?" Lee Jordan said confidently.

"I don't know why you sound so proud..." Melvin smiled again, "Stop touching it. Hurry up and move the books. We can read it slowly when we get back to the classroom."

"Okay professor!"

An encyclopedia is a big book and is still quite heavy, but the number of students in the third-grade elective class is not that large, so it is not too difficult to divide it among four people.

With great enthusiasm, the four of them quickly counted the items, each of them picked up a stack and staggered back.

……

When I returned to the classroom, it was noisy.

Hogwarts classrooms were well-insulated, and since Muggle Studies classes didn't have fixed seats, students sat together with familiar faces from the same house. Shortly after the professor left, the classroom became lively, with everyone chatting about the previous topic: Ilvermorny, Muggle Studies, exams, and homework...

A few students also paid attention to Melvin's attire.

Cedric and his three companions walked into the classroom carrying four stacks of heavy books. They placed them on the desks in the front row with a thud, and the young wizards suddenly quieted down.

Seeing them staring eagerly at the new books, Melvin walked slowly to the front row, waved Cedric and the others back to their seats, and asked the other students, "How's it going for you guys getting to know each other in the classroom?"

"..."

The young wizards blinked.

What do you mean? Isn't that just a casual remark?
"You're not going to answer, right? Then I'll pick a few people to test the results."

Melvin's words instantly made the students nervous. He glanced around and paused for a moment, "You don't have student IDs, so we'll just number the seats. The first person on the left is number 1, and the next two, three... Was I clear enough?"

The young wizards nodded, vaguely understanding what he meant.

"Then number 2, Miss Johnson, you go first."

"..."

Angelina looked bewildered and a little confused.

"What's the name of the boy in the second row of Slytherin over there?"

Angelina glanced at the boy over there, her eyes rolling. She couldn't remember the man's self-introduction at all. She seemed to remember that he was a Slytherin Chaser. What was his name? Not Warrington, not Flint...

"There's a five-second countdown. If you can't answer, there's a penalty."

Angelina opened her eyes wide and began to panic. She stared at the Slytherin boy and began to quickly recall what classes they had taken together before.

"Five, four, three..."

"Ragham Montague!"

Angelina breathed a sigh of relief. At the critical moment, she remembered that they had studied Potions together before, and that boy had been criticized by Professor Snape.

"You've passed. Next up, let me think about which number to call..."

The little wizards in the classroom opened their eyes wide, feeling a little nervous and excited. This form of questioning seemed very interesting.

"Number 6, Mr. Lagerfuss, what's the name of the Ravenclaw girl in the third row?"

"..."

"...The countdown is over. Unfortunately, you need to accept your punishment. Mr. Lagerfuss, please stand in front and perform a show for us."

"I...I can't put on a show."

"If you insist, I can offer some small assistance."

"What help?"

"Like the tarantella, like the wailing."

"no need."

Lagerfuss's body was shaking slightly, and his face was sad. These were two evil spells that could not be considered as black magic. One could make people dance non-stop, and the other could make people scream.

Under the pitying gaze of the whole class, Lagerfuss sang a wizard song, "A Pot of Hot Love" by the witch Celestina Warbeck, which was said to be his mother's favorite song.

“A big round of applause to Mr. Lagerfuss, his performance was very impressive.

“Go, go, go, go… … ”

The excited young wizards lowered their heads, avoiding the professor's gaze, unconsciously holding their breath, silently praying not to be called upon; they could almost hear their own hearts pounding. Some students were busy getting to know their classmates, and when they encountered someone whose name they couldn't recall, they quickly whispered to their friends nearby.

Only a few students seemed to be thinking about it and seemed to have grasped some pattern.

"Number 10, Mr. Priss of Hufflepuff..."

As Priss answered the questions, the Ravenclaws' expressions relaxed, while Samuels, number 18, began to tense up.

"Next, number 14, Mr. Appleby from Hufflepuff."

This time, most of the students in the classroom realized that although Hogwarts did not have mathematics classes, other subjects also involved some basic calculations.

2, 6, 10, 14...

The increasing sequence with a common difference of 4 is such an obvious pattern that all the students understood it.

"Next person……"

Just as No. 18 Samuels' heart was pounding, he heard Professor Lewynter call out another name: "No. 7, Miss Stinson of Gryffindor."

"!!"

Patricia Stinson, who had originally relaxed, felt her breathing suddenly stop, her blood rushing up, and her heart beating louder than a drum.

Shouldn't it be number 18!?
Patricia Stinson was caught off guard and was ambushed. She went on stage and sang "You Stole My Heart with Magic", but her voice was slightly trembling.

While she was singing nervously, the students looked towards position 18 and saw Ravenclaw Samuels, who had clenched his fists and was about to stand up to answer the question, but suddenly realized that he had escaped. He was blinking in confusion, staring at Stinson blankly.

Stinson on the stage was dejected.

Professor Lewynter is a bad guy...

"Next, number 33, Slytherin's Tresfer..."

Trasfer was caught off guard, but fortunately the person chosen by the professor happened to be a pure-blood, whom he had seen at the banquet before, so he luckily escaped punishment.

Melvin sighed, looking a little disappointed.

"Next person……"

Melvin dragged out his words, his eyes wandering around the classroom.

The young wizards in their seats became flustered.

Oops! The professor abandoned the previous rules and started random checks!

At position 18, Samuels from Ravenclaw was relatively relaxed, thinking that since the professor had abandoned the rules, he was now safe. Just as he was thinking this, he heard the professor's devilish whispers.

"Samuels, number 18, it's your turn."

"!!"

Am I not safe already?!

Samuels' breathing stagnated and his heartbeat quickened slightly. He was a little tired because he had accelerated his heartbeat several times before.

He felt his heart was working a bit too hard today, like he was strapped to a broomstick that was spinning out of control, rising and falling, and finally crashing headfirst into the blackboard in the Muggle Studies classroom.

"What's the name of the lady in the middle seat in the fourth row?"

"Fawcett, sir."

"very good."

"call……"

Samuels breathed a sigh of relief and lowered his head. He didn't know why, but even though he had answered the question correctly, he still felt like he was being punished, or more like being teased, a prank even more extreme than the one played on the Weasley brothers.

It's a shame those two didn't take Muggle Studies.

After a while, the whole class seemed to have experienced an adventure together. Now they really knew each other and could call each other by name.

Before they had time to complain to the professor, a shiny new encyclopedia was handed to them. The exquisite binding looked like a work of art, and the bright colors caught their eyes. When they opened the inner volume, illustrations they had never seen before immediately attracted their attention.

The vast and magnificent starry sky;

Wonderful and surprising molecular connections;
Detailed and realistic muscle anatomy...

The young wizards had a visually stunning experience for the first time, not to mention that the Muggle science above impacted their cognition.

……

At noon that day, lunch time.

After two months of summer vacation, even the most difficult courses such as History of Magic and Potions became lively and interesting. Even Professor Snape's cold face had the illusion of being amiable.

The new school year had just begun, and the young wizards were full of excitement. They gathered in the auditorium during lunch time, chattering about the morning's lessons.

Hermione sat at the Gryffindor table.

Not far away were Harry and Ron, their mouths stuffed with roasted chicken legs, but that couldn't stop the sound of their conversation:

"Professor McGonagall is a genius at Transfiguration, but we are not. How could we turn a match into a needle in the first class?"

"But...didn't Granger succeed?"

"She's a nerd."

Harry glanced at the girl next to him and whispered, "Don't say that..."

Hermione lowered her head to cut the steak. Just now she was thinking that if the two of them asked, she would tell them how to shake the wand correctly so that it would be easier to turn the match into a silver needle.

Forget it now, unless the two of them ask for advice sincerely!

Just then, the other two Weasley brothers came over, holding a large, beautifully bound tome filled with brightly colored illustrations, which filled every page so much that the eyes couldn't take it all in.

"No wonder the flashlight Dad modified doesn't work."

"Oh……"

"What are you looking at?"

Ron immediately noticed his brothers and the large books in their hands: "Why isn't Dad's flashlight on?"

George and Fred were engrossed in their book, but as soon as Ron squeezed over and stuck his neck out, the twins immediately closed the pages, looked wary, and covered the pages tightly with their hands, not even allowing him to see the pattern on the cover.

"let me see!"

"Little Ronnie, peeking is not a good habit."

"let me see!"

“Say please to your brother.”

"..."

Harry was speechless as he watched the twins teasing Ron.

Hermione carefully checked the title of the book several times, was stunned for a moment, and looked up and around.

There were four long tables in the auditorium, and each table had several encyclopedias. The students of the magic school were chattering about basic scientific knowledge, as if simple physics and chemistry were more wonderful than magic.

Hermione couldn't help but listen closely.

It turned out to be the textbooks distributed by Professor Lewynter. This morning, only the third years attended Muggle Studies, so interested students could only borrow the third-year textbooks. In the next few days, the middle and upper grades would all start attending classes...

That was all the useful information. The rest consisted of discussions about Professor Lewynter, the novel teaching format, mischievous questions, and the singing of a few unlucky classmates.

"Professor Lewinter..."

Hermione's curiosity grew.

(End of this chapter)