Hogwarts: This professor is too Muggle.

Chapter 16 Two Good Students

In the past, professors would present their lectures through case studies. They would tell a few stories in the first half of the class and explain the functions of the electrical appliances in the stories in the second half.

For example, a wizard in Devonshire was on vacation at home, enjoying the coolness brought by the freezing spell. One day, he heard a curse coming from his neighbor next door. After listening for a long time, he realized that the refrigerator was broken and the food in the refrigerator had also spoiled...

From this, we can conclude that refrigerators are appliances used by Muggles to preserve food and are easily damaged, while wizards can solve the problem with just a simple freezing spell.

I can’t say there’s a problem, but I feel like something is wrong.

Cramming teaching, these students have never seen this before.

The two classes ended quickly, but the students were not in a hurry to leave. They were still concentrating on copying the blackboard notes. Their heads were a little dizzy, as they were filled with knowledge.

Melvin threw down his chalk and cleared his throat. "This week's homework: Choose a common electrical appliance and draw a diagram of its structure. Make sure the proportions are correct, the components are complete, and the functions of the main components are clearly marked. Submit it to me before class next week..."

He packed up his documents slowly and walked away.

There is a kind of leisurely attitude that doesn't care about the students' lives.

Not long after Melvin walked out of the classroom, he heard someone shouting in front of him.

"professor!
"gentlemen!
Mr. Levent

Walking straight along the corridor and turning the corner, Melvin saw two students waiting there, two red-haired heads, two identical faces, grinning.

Melvin stopped and pretended to be confused: "Who are you?"

"I'm George Weasley."

"I'm Fred Weasley."

The twins spoke one sentence each, and there was no difference in their voices.

"The Gryffindor twins...what do you want from me?" Melvin observed the two of them calmly, trying to find some differences.

"We are friends with Lee Jordan. We read his encyclopedia and have some questions, so we are waiting here for you, Professor, to ask you some questions."

"Professor, you are going to the auditorium for dinner now, right? We are going there too. Could you please give us a few minutes to answer our questions?"

George and Fred had expectant looks on their faces, and looked like eager and inquisitive students.

"Let's talk as we walk."

"Long live the professor!"

The twins cheered in unison, walking on either side, one on the left and one on the right.

"The book says there's a metallic substance called sodium that burns and even explodes when it comes into contact with water. Is that true?"

"Yes, this involves a chemical reaction. Active metals react violently when they come into contact with water, producing hydrogen and alkaline solutions." Melvin found that the twin brothers were indeed very studious and had even read the chemistry chapter in the encyclopedia.

George and Fred only heard the professor's affirmation; the subsequent mumbling was unimportant.

"The book also says there's a liquid called ammonia that emits a foul odor, like fermented urine. Is that true?"

"It's true..." Melvin paused and explained, "Ammonia water is a weakly alkaline solution formed by ammonia dissolved in water. It will spontaneously decompose and release free ammonia. Urine also produces ammonia when it decomposes, so the two have a very similar smell."

George and Fred's eyes sparkled as they asked in unison, "So if we add sodium to ammonia, can we make a urine bomb?"

"..."

Melvin fell silent.

Reaching the entrance to the Great Hall, some distance from the main table, he glanced up. Dumbledore had, somewhat predictably, been present for dinner. Professor McGonagall sat to his right, whispering to Professor Flitwick about tonight's lamb. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the twins standing on either side of him, and his eyebrows furrowed.

"Thank you Professor!"

"Goodbye Professor!"

George and Fred waved and ran to the Gryffindor table, where they sat together and chattered, apparently discussing the feasibility of urine stink bombs.

Melvin suddenly understood Professor McGonagall's feelings.

……

Dinner time. Ron brought Harry two servings of lamb stewed with onions and carrots, with tomato sauce, butter, and parsley. It tasted amazing. He mumbled, his mouth full, "You try it, it's delicious! We don't have this many spices in our whole kitchen!"

"You eat it, I can't eat it."

Harry sighed, "I wonder why Snape targeted me in the first Potions class."

"Have you known each other before?"

"I only found out there were wizards in this world a month and a half ago."

"Then forget it. George told me that the old bat is targeting Gryffindor students. He's worried that our scores will surpass Slytherin and we'll snatch the house cup."

"But why me?"

"Because you're unlucky?"

"Maybe." Harry sighed again and scooped out a mouthful of mutton soup with a spoon.

Hermione next to her suddenly said, "You should have prepared for it."

"what?"

"You should have studied the book, 'One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi', in advance so you can answer the professor's questions."

"..."

Harry was speechless and felt a little tired.

Just this afternoon, the freshmen of Gryffindor and Slytherin had their first Potions class. Professor Snape picked him out from dozens of students, asked him several questions in a row, and after humiliating him, deducted five points from Gryffindor.

When will Granger understand that not everyone can memorize the textbooks before school starts?

Even if I memorize the textbook, Professor Snape will always find opportunities to make things difficult for me.

He harbored such clear malice.

Harry put the spoon into his mouth. The warm mutton soup brought some comfort. At least the food at Hogwarts was much better than the Dursleys'.

……

"Creak, creak, creak!"

"Creak, creak, creak!"

The silver metal knife cut through the steak, rubbing against the ceramic plate, making a slightly harsh sound. The professors in the guest of honor seat didn't care. They enjoyed the food while chatting about what happened in the first week of school.

Professor Sprout took a sip of wine and suddenly turned to ask, "Melvin, are Muggle fertilizers effective on magical plants?"

Melvin was a little surprised, his knife and fork still in his hand as he replied, "A professor in Ilvermorny has conducted experiments, but there are no definitive results. Very few fertilizers are effective, and some fertilizers can hinder plant growth. Magical plants are different from ordinary plants. Rather than figuring out what fertilizers they lack, it's more important to satisfy their preferences."

"Can I ask for details?"

"I only know one way. When the pus in the Babo tubers is at its stinkiest, add some smelly nitrogen fertilizer to them. They will become more active and mature earlier."

"It's amazing, I have to try it."

"..."

Dumbledore listened to their conversation while savoring the overly sweet mousse cake with gusto.

Another round of conversations broke out. Talking about the students returning to campus, the professors always had endless common topics to discuss, such as the repetitive writing of papers and forgetting something in Egypt during a trip...

"Melvin's arrival has brought new vitality to Hogwarts." Professor Flitwick raised his glass in congratulations.

"Thank you, Hogwarts."

"Thank you, Hogwarts."

Melvin raised his glass and clinked it with the professors one by one. Only Snape had a cold face. When he saw the glass raised in front of him, he reluctantly touched it with a look of disgust.

(End of this chapter)