Hogwarts: This professor is too Muggle.

Chapter 37 Professor McGonagall is a Liar [Please Read On!]

As a closed-door school, Hogwarts's daily necessities are centrally purchased by the elves, who also purchase festive items during major holidays. The long-term and stable order volume attracts many Hogsmeade merchants to collaborate with them.

The payment time is not fixed, usually about half a month, and the payment period is neither long nor short. Fortunately, Hogwarts never defaults on payments.

Deputy Headmistress Minerva McGonagall would come to check on the items, and occasionally gifts made by professors would be included. Professor Snape's potions were the most popular.

This time, the person who accompanied the vice principal to settle the payment was a new face.

The young wizard, dressed in a neat long trench coat, had a friendly smile and could give useful business advice during casual conversation. The merchants in Hogsmeade immediately accepted Professor Lewinter, who had just joined the company this year.

Around 4:30 in the afternoon, the Vice-Principal and the new professor finished their work and returned to Hogwarts, just entering the school gate.

"Melvin, thank you for accompanying me to Hogsmeade. I must say, you behaved perfectly today."

Professor McGonagall had a smile on her face and was extremely satisfied with her new colleague. She had lost count of how many discounts Melvin had helped her negotiate. It was much better than a certain boss who was lazy and evasive.

"I'm glad I could help you, Professor McGonagall. I've also gained some knowledge from this." Melvin replied with a smile.

"It's been almost a month since you came to Hogwarts. How are you feeling? Are you adjusting?"

"It couldn't be better."

“How are you getting along with the students? Is teaching going well?”

"It went very smoothly..."

Listening to Melvin talking about that unique teaching method, Professor McGonagall felt helpless. As a teacher with decades of teaching experience, this teaching method of completing a semester's course in a week seemed like black magic to her.

But she also admitted that judging by the test results, this strange teaching method is effective.

In a few years, it would be better if Professor Lewint could be more stable.

The path extended towards the castle. As the sun set in the west, the originally dark castle and grounds were dyed with a layer of orange, making the whole school more lively.

There were students who were not in class chasing and playing in the field. When the lower grade students saw Professor McGonagall approaching, they immediately lowered their heads and hurried away. There was no reverence in their bouncing steps, but more like they were deliberately being naughty. After running far away, they stopped and continued to play.

Senior students all knew that the vice-president had a cold exterior but a warm heart. Not only did they not run away, but some students who took the Muggle Studies class would even come over to say hello when they saw Professor Lewinter next to them.

As we walked closer to the Quidditch pitch, the sounds of laughter and playfulness became louder.

This afternoon is the flying class for the freshmen. They are practicing on the field before the get out of class is over.

In the corner of the court, a small figure stood at the edge of the field, with his brown curly hair looking a little messy, and he tilted his head to stare at the classmates flying above the court.

I can't see his expression clearly, and his back looks a little lonely.

Melvin couldn't help but take a few more glances.

Professor McGonagall followed his gaze and said, "That child..."

The next moment, the quiet stadium suddenly erupted into warm cheers. Harry Potter did another flip, and the Gryffindor students celebrated by high-fiving on their brooms. The students watching on the ground were also cheering, but no one paid any attention to the little witch.

Longbottom was the only one who wanted to come over, but when he saw that no one else had gone over, he didn't dare to go over either, and he hesitated and was entangled in his place.

Everyone else was cheering and celebrating, but the little witch stood out. Her broom flew through the air, and the wind blew her robes and hair. Her small figure stood with her back straight, all alone.

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips, still feeling a little sorry for the students of her own academy, and walked towards the little witch.

Melvin followed behind Professor McGonagall. Hermione Granger looked up at their flight postures, her tense little face full of stubbornness, her eyes wide open and unblinking, comparing the flying techniques in the book with their movements, just as she was about to simulate it in her mind, when she noticed two figures approaching from the side.

In the afterglow of sunset, the two professors slowly approached and stood beside her.

One was her own head of house, Professor McGonagall, who was wearing a proper black robe, with her lips slightly pursed, and her eyes were gentle as she looked at her.

The other was Professor Lewynter of Muggle Studies, who looked really young, about the same age as a seventh-year student.

He was wearing a long trench coat, the collar ruffled by the evening breeze, partially covering the outline of his face. A few strands of black hair were ruffled by the wind, hanging on his forehead, which made him look indescribably handsome. His pair of dark eyes were also gentle, and he lowered his head to look at him.

Two professors suddenly came over...

Could it be that he was discovered during his last night outing?
Am I going to be expelled from school?
Hermione's expression froze, her face pale, and she looked up at the two professors with some panic in her eyes.

Professor McGonagall didn't understand what was wrong with the little witches nowadays. She was a little serious in class, but not as serious as Severus, who was so scared that he couldn't speak just by being close to her.

Thinking of today's date, her eyes softened a little, and she squatted down to look at the little witch at eye level: "Granger, why don't you go to practice?"

"..."

It's not about a night tour of the castle.

Hermione came to her senses and remained silent.

Today's flight class is a group practice. Considering that many students have just learned how to take off and are not familiar with landing, they need a companion to watch over them.

Unfortunately, there was an odd number of students in the class, and they were divided into groups of two, so she was the one left.

Hermione knew why she was the one left.

The four roommates always got together in their spare time to chat about all kinds of weird topics, such as gossip about Professor Snape and the Malfoy family, Professor Lewynter's clothes, Professor Flitwick's mustache... Hermione felt that these topics were a waste of time. She would rather go to the library and read a few more pages of books for entertainment. After half a month, her roommates stopped talking to her.

The reason why the boys distanced themselves from her was probably because during the Charms class today, she couldn't help but correct their improper casting movements.

In fact, Madam Hooch had anticipated this situation and had originally planned to personally supervise Hermione's practice, but the boys flew too fast and too quickly. In order to prevent an accident like last time, she could only take care of the boys first.

So she was left here.

Melvin glanced at the court and roughly understood what was going on. Seeing that the little witch didn't want to answer, he didn't expose her.

He also squatted down. "You don't like flying class, right? Compared to courses that rely on other brains, flying class is really boring. Anyway, there's no exam, so if you can't practice well, then you can't practice well."

Hermione didn't know how to answer and continued to remain silent, with a hint of joy in her heart.

It turns out there's no exam required for flying lessons.

Professor McGonagall: "..."

"Melvin, how can you say that? Flying lessons are not insignificant courses. Quidditch culture has a profound influence in the wizarding world..."

Professor McGonagall looked at the little witch and said, "Quidditch is fun. Flying is fun too once you master the skills. It takes practice. It's normal to find it difficult at first. You will master it with practice. I wasn't a good flyer when I was in school either."

"Professor, you're lying."

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(End of this chapter)