Hogwarts: This professor is too Muggle.

Chapter 34 Ignorance and Arrogance

"..."

I don't even want to act anymore.

Melvin studied Quirrell quietly.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor obviously didn't take the Devil's Snare seriously. He didn't care about the growth of the vines at all, but was eager to go in. Compared to the simple Devil's Snare, he was more concerned about the ingenious spell set by Professor Flitwick.

When Quirrell learned that the second room only required catching the flying key, he was relieved and even looked down on this design.

So what if the real keys are mixed in with thousands of fake keys? These fake keys will not attack or give any warning, so no matter how many there are, they are just waste.

A chessboard crafted by transfiguration, a carefully arranged endgame?

Quirrell laughed inwardly, it was not worth mentioning at all.

Entering the fourth room, a disgusting stench hit my nose, and it was even a bit irritating to the eyes. A huge mountain monster was sitting in the corner.

Before it could rush over with its fangs bared, Quirrell had already cast a stun spell, then pretended to go forward and check it out, then turned back to tell them that the troll was fine.

Dumbledore said nothing, and the others didn't want to stay any longer, so they quickly entered the next room.

Snape's arrangement was unremarkable. He replenished the potion bottles on the table to seven, placed a roll of parchment on it, and lit the flames blocking the front and back doors when he was about to leave.

Quirrell glanced at the puzzle on the parchment, his head dizzy and he couldn't solve it. He could only memorize it and planned to study the decipher privately when he returned.

Snape seemed to notice his movements and sneered, "A poison carefully prepared by me, then accelerated by magical flames... If some unlucky fool chooses the wrong potion, even a dragon will only turn it into fuel."

Quirrell's body froze, his right hand trembled slightly, and he subconsciously grasped his hanging headscarf. After a few seconds, he suddenly relaxed, as if he had received some kind of assurance.

Noticing his movements, Dumbledore's eyes fell on his turban, then moved away calmly.

"There's only one room left. I originally planned not to decorate it, but Melvin gave me a new inspiration..."

Dumbledore's words drew everyone's attention to Melvin. He raised the box in his hand and smiled brightly at the professors. "The contents of the box are quite dangerous, and it's a bit troublesome to arrange them. I won't be inviting you to see them."

Dumbledore nodded. "Melvin and I will go in and set things up. It won't take long. Please wait a moment."

……

"These night moths hide in corners. The phosphorescence in the room provides a weak light source, preventing intruders from being plunged into complete darkness. If someone rashly lights a torch or fluorescent light... the sound will alert the monsters hiding in the darkness.

The tilted floor and swaying suspension bridge will disrupt the body's control of balance. This process of constantly adjusting the center of gravity will make their body and mind hang in mid-air. The sudden fright will trigger the secretion of adrenaline, and the body will quickly become exhausted. Their hands and feet will begin to tremble, and anxiety and panic will envelop their body and mind.

"The subsequent arrangement involves psychology, the uncanny valley effect, and the Zeigarnik effect... Various ordinary things placed here will create disharmony, and this disharmony will give rise to weirdness.

"Extreme fear relies on a balance between a sense of loss of control and a sense of immersion. As I've said before, it uses the environment to gradually deprive the intruder of the ability to think rationally... guiding him step by step, returning him to the most primitive instinct of human nature: a fear of the unknown."

"..."

The young professor's story came from inside the room, and his voice was filled with uncontrollable excitement.

Adrenaline, psychological effects...

The others' eyes subconsciously swept over Snape. Although they didn't understand the words, the reasoning Melvin demonstrated last time was enough to make people awed by Muggle knowledge.

Despair, weirdness, horror...

Flitwick and Professor Sprout looked at each other and moved a little closer. The temperature in the Hogwarts dungeon was a little low, and they could already feel the atmosphere of fear.

Quirrell clutched his headscarf again, finally finding the comfort he'd hoped for. But this time, unable to see what was happening inside the room, he couldn't relax. He could only find solace in repeatedly reciting the Dark Lord's power in his mind.

“Sensory overload can cause the intruder’s sanity to collapse;
“The humble drop of water can bring psychological oppression;

“High-intensity shock and low-intensity repression alternate in cycles;

"Those who intrude can never adapt to the abyss of fear..."

The young professor's words came through the door, like the devil's whisper lingering in the narrow space. The room inside that contained the Philosopher's Stone seemed to have become a gloomy and terrifying hell filled with evil curses.

Quirrell clutched his turban tightly, feeling restless deep down inside.

……

The Quidditch field is particularly lively on weekends.

The weather was fine and the morning mist quickly dissipated, the vision became clear, and the brand new broom was waiting for its rider to run in. Harry decisively invited several roommates to play together, and out of courtesy, he invited Granger.

Granger refused.

She had originally planned to go to the library and pick out a few large books to memorize as a way to relax after a hard week of study.

Harry and Neville expressed their admiration.

Seamus and Dean expressed horror.

Only Ron rolled his eyes and couldn't help but say something strange: "We're not going there to relax and have fun, we're going to practice our flying skills! Who knows if there will be an exam at the end of the flying course? I remember a certain lady was having a hard time taking off."

Then Granger thought about it for a while, and said that what he said made sense, and finally Granger accepted their invitation.

So the team was expanded, and Hermione took the initiative to walk in the front, leading the team while popularizing flying knowledge to them, talking about the improvement of flying brooms to the evolution of Quidditch, from the first broom to the first game, and the origins of various rules were detailed and specific.

Harry and his friends were very interested in this knowledge. As they walked along, they gradually accepted the idea of ​​this know-it-all lady joining their team.

"You're so long-winded!"

Only Ron was a little impatient. The time was tight enough for five people to share 2000 light wheels, and now it became six people. He was very dissatisfied.

Ron, relying on his childhood experience with Quidditch, said sarcastically, "Little wizard from a Muggle family, what do you know about Quidditch? Who knows if you made up all this knowledge yourself?"

Hermione glanced at him indifferently without rebutting, and took out a large book from her messenger bag - "The Magic of Quidditch".

Ron still insisted: "Who knows this book——"

"By Kenilworth Whisp." Hermione pointed to the author on the spine of the book. "A respected Quidditch expert. You should have seen him on the Chocolate Frog card."

"..."

Indeed seen.

Ron opened his mouth, unable to object.

Hermione put away the thick book and continued walking forward with an expressionless face and brisk steps.

　I think someone will ask this question, so I'll give an answer here.

　　Hermione would never date Ron.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)