Hogwarts: This professor is too Muggle.

Chapter 33 Teaching Group Activities
Sunday morning.

The forest is shrouded in mist, and the rising sun in the east is orange.

Melvin opened the window while holding a piece of bread, chewing and looking at the courtyard below.

Hogwarts is located in the Scottish Highlands, and its environment and climate are completely different from Ilvermorny. At this time of year in previous years, the temperature on the top of Mount Greylock is close to below zero, and the students put on thick winter clothes early. There is still some summer heat here, and it is just the right season, neither too cold nor too hot.

Mr. Filch, an early riser, hurried across the courtyard.

Mrs. Norris lazily moved on the steps of the corridor to the morning light. Whether in the wizarding world or the Muggle world, cats are always afraid of the cold and always like to bask in the sun.

So are horned water snakes.

Melvin was touring his memory before going to bed last night and was affected by it. He dreamed about his time in Ilvermorny. He dreamed of the horned water snake and Headmaster Fontana. Later, Dumbledore also appeared. The two headmasters got together to play chess and share desserts and snacks. The dream was so absurd that he still felt a trance and unreality after waking up.

"Susu..."

The end of a hangman's noose protruded from the corner and climbed up around his legs.

Melvin glanced down, waved his hand while holding the bread slice, and the rope immediately retracted, neatly folding back into a circle.

He waved at the other cursed objects in the room, and magic power swept out.

Five or six cursed objects trembled for a while, then lined up in a row and jumped into the suitcase. The last one to go was the hangman's noose. The last section of the rope was retracted and hit the lid of the suitcase, closing it.

The curse magic carried by these things is weak, and under normal circumstances they are no different from ordinary furniture. Ordinary levitation spells can be used to control them, and they are quite convenient to clean up and organize.

After breakfast, Melvin cleaned up the dishes and placed them neatly on the plates. He thought that he didn't need to bother the elves to clean up again, just like he did with Pukki in Ilvermorny.

But the elf who collected the tableware obviously didn't want to accept this kindness. When he left, he looked sad and almost cried, as if he had been let down by him.

There's something wrong with these little elves.

Melvin got dressed, picked up his suitcase and went out.

……

At the end of the restricted corridor on the fourth floor.

Outside the room where the three-headed dog Lu Wei is.

Dumbledore and several professors were already waiting here.

When the professors were setting up the corresponding levels, Dumbledore would always be there to accompany them, not only to ensure the safety of the Philosopher's Stone, but also to ensure the safety of the professors, because only the headmaster and Hagrid could make Fluffy obey.

It is not a mandatory requirement and no magical contract is signed.

If someone is really curious and insists on sneaking in to take a look around alone, they can try it. Lu Wei will only handle the matter impartially when he is stopped and will not report it afterwards. After all, it cannot speak human language and no one in the school is proficient in dog language.

Quirinus Quirrell was very curious, but unfortunately he never found the opportunity. A vicious dog was already difficult to deal with, and there was always a bat following him.

In order to avoid arousing suspicion, he could only teach diligently from the beginning of the school year until now. Occasionally, he would come to take a look when Snape was free in Potions class, but he could only take a look. Two weeks passed and there was no progress in the plan to steal the Philosopher's Stone.

Today is the final day of finishing. I originally planned to steal the Philosopher's Stone while the rooms were not yet fully decorated and the defenses were weak. Now I have to give up and change the short-term plan into a long-term plan.

In fact, Quirrell didn't have to participate. He just placed a mountain troll in the room and didn't have any finishing work to do. However, in order to gather intelligence, he still came under the pretext of checking the troll's condition.

For Quirrell, the bad news didn't stop there. He had initially thought only a few main course professors would be involved in the assignment, but Dumbledore had announced at the last minute that a new professor, the newly arrived Levent, would be added. He touched the turban on his head, sensing the Dark Lord's urgency, and a sense of urgency welled up inside him.

Melvin hurried over, suitcase in hand. He greeted the professors first, then said to the white-bearded principal, "I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. I was so engrossed in my research last night that I stayed up a little late. I got up early this morning and sped up. I wouldn't have been late otherwise, but I ended up having to deal with the elf for over ten minutes washing the dishes."

"Sometimes their enthusiasm is overwhelming," Dumbledore replied with a smile.

"It sounds like you've been through that, too."

"After I finish my work, I can tell you about my new teaching experience..." Dumbledore turned the handle, and immediately heard Fluffy's enthusiastic barking from inside. He turned his head to look at the professors, feeling a little helpless. "Wait a moment, I'll go in and comfort this naughty big dog first."

Professor McGonagall nodded.

Melvin moved aside with his suitcase, came to Professor Flitwick's side, half squatted down, and asked in a low voice, "Professor, when did you arrive?"

"..." Flitwick looked at his new colleague straight in the eye and found him very interesting. Sometimes Melvin's temperament would make people ignore the professor's age, and this vigorous vitality would be revealed in his conversation and behavior.

Fresh and infectious.

He couldn't help but laugh and said, "Don't worry Melvin, it's only three minutes before you."

"Sorry again……"

Melvin felt a little better. He heard the low humming sounds coming from inside and looked at the professors outside. They all looked calm. He couldn't help but be curious:

"Professor, do you think the layout of several rooms is a bit simple? Can it really stop the evil dark wizards?"

Quirrell's eyes rolled when he heard this. He first glanced at Snape beside him, then pretended to be indifferent and eavesdropped secretly.

"Ha ha……"

Professor Flitwick laughed twice. "I don't think these arrangements are simple. At least my spells are very sophisticated. And Dumbledore must have his reasons for doing this. We just need to trust him."

Professor Sprout nodded. "Filius is right."

Professor McGonagall said nothing.

Only Snape glanced coldly at Quirrell.

Melvin took in their reactions and showed a thoughtful expression. Even if he didn't know the inside story, he could at least guess something from the performance of the deans.

Melvin didn't ask any further questions.

The barking in the room subsided, then fell completely silent, and Dumbledore opened the door and invited them in.

There were seven people in total, including four deans, one main subject professor, one elective professor, and the principal. Melvin walked with Professor Flitwick and fell behind.

When Melvin entered the room, he saw Louie lying in the corner, his three heads piled together, fast asleep, drool dripping from his teeth onto the floor.

The group then entered the trapdoor.

First up is Professor Sprout's Devil's Snare. The seedlings planted there have matured, and the vines are thick and snapping when swung. They are almost as tall as the Whomping Willow next to the greenhouse.

Upon seeing this, the professor of herbology sprinkled some special fertilizer to ripen the plants. The speed at which the Devil's Snare swung its branches suddenly slowed down, as if a ferocious beast had been appeased, and it even started to act coquettishly with the breeder.

(End of this chapter)