Hogwarts: This professor is too Muggle.

Chapter 40: Halloween on the Three Broomsticks
Wizarding children do not have the custom of dressing up as ghosts to ask for candy, and the festive atmosphere in Hogsmeade is not strong, not even as strong as that in Hogwarts. Apart from a box of candy placed at the door of Honeydukes for people to take, there are only a few pumpkin lanterns indicating that today is Halloween.

As evening approached and the sky grew dark, ordinary shops were deserted. The clerks hiding behind the counter were counting the time to prepare to close the shop, but the pub gradually became lively.

"Scotland should have been the champion of the last Quidditch World Cup!"

"Did dragon shit clog your brain? The Canadian national team won!"

"We were leading by 120 points at one point and were clearly stronger..."

The counter was crowded with middle-aged wizards, and the normal discussion gradually escalated into a shouting argument, and the polite words gradually degenerated into vulgar greetings. The wizards' faces turned red, and they cursed and shouted that they wanted to go out and find a place to duel.

Some wizards were drunk but did not lose their minds. While showing their wizardry, they observed the female boss who was mixing cocktails behind the counter, hoping to win her favor.

"Their Seeker caught the Golden Snitch, they're the champions!"

"That's because Lamont's fingers were too short. He was only half an inch away from catching the Snitch!"

"Who can be blamed for this? His parents?"

"..."

Madame Rosmerta's silver wine spoon flew between the copper kettles with a calm expression. She had been running the tavern for decades and had seen such scenes at least thousands of times. She was already used to it.

The butter beer is bubbling with fine bubbles and has the taste of salt and cinnamon powder. The bitterness of the beer is neutralized by the rich aroma of the butter, and the light fragrance of the beer suppresses the richness of the butter. It has a moderate salty and sweet taste with a slightly sour aftertaste.

Melvin took a sip of the foamy hops. If it weren't for the buzzing in his ears from their argument, he would have thought the pub was a great place to talk.

Listening to Wright describe the technical difficulties encountered in the production of the memory mirror, words such as quartz melting and potion mixing floated into his ears, but Melvin's mind had already drifted back to Hogwarts.

Melvin was a little curious about how Miss Granger would get along with the other students under the influence of the candy that day, and whether the new students would have a head-on conflict with the troll.

No matter what, Quirrell luring the troll into the castle will definitely be a good show. I don’t know if I can catch it.

Wright doesn't know how to choose a suitable time. Does he have to do it on Halloween Eve?
"...I finally understand why the Pensieve is so rare. The raw materials for this developing mist are too expensive. A small bottle costs 600 Galleons.

"To ensure the best imaging results, this sample mirror was filled with four bottles of liquid. Including the magic circle engraved on the outer shell, the mirror, which is only ten square feet, cost three thousand Galleons!"

Wright spoke slowly, his feelings very complicated at the moment.

As a conscientious businessman, his moral conscience wants to persuade the customer to stop in time.

As a skilled craftsman, his spiritual pursuit is to make his boss make additional investments.

Wright quietly observed Melvin's expression, trying to interpret some tendencies from it, but unfortunately he only saw that the butterbeer tasted good and that he vaguely disliked him a little.

"..."

After a fierce struggle, moral conscience finally prevailed.

Wright sighed and advised, "Mr. Lewinter, this plan is too expensive. Given the size of the magic movie screen, it could cost tens of thousands of Galleons. Let's try something else."

Melvin came back to his senses and glanced at the mirror on the table, nodding slightly: "Let's see the effect first."

It was a single, flat, oval piece of quartz, with a small opening about the width of a finger carved into the top, and runic magic circles inlaid with silver wire along the edge. Melvin ran his fingers over the mirror; the surface was smooth without any resistance, crystal clear, and a slight vibration revealed the mist inside, with wisps of silver mist swirling and churning.

Wright placed the tip of his staff against his forehead, pulled out a strand of silver memory thread, and put it into the small opening at the top.

The silver mist surged and dissipated, and an image emerged, gradually becoming clear. It was exactly the scene of the Three Broomsticks at this moment. The picture was exquisite and delicate, and the expressions of the drinkers beside the counter could be clearly seen.

"By fixing the memory in one picture and abandoning the immersive effect, the shadow mirror surpasses all other imaging devices in the world from a visual perspective alone." Wright was very satisfied with his work.

“The effect is really good…”

Melvin lifted the butterbeer to his lips and took a sip.

Previously, he had asked Wright to make the magic screen just for a temporary transition. If the times progressed to the point where the wizarding world introduced Muggle technology, he would still prefer the Muggle technology solution. However, when he saw today that the imaging effect of this memory mirror exceeded all the screens in his memory, he realized that the effect of magic in projection might far exceed his expectations.

Moreover, this memory film solution has a complete upgrade route and can be easily upgraded from a flat surface to a three-dimensional stereoscopic image.

Judging from the image projection, Wright's proposed memory film surpassed Muggle technology thirty years later. From a practical perspective, this magical solution was also more suited to the current social environment of the wizarding world.

The high cost is not its disadvantage, it is my disadvantage.

Unfortunately, this shortcoming is difficult to overcome for the time being.

If only there was a way to quickly obtain Galleons.

You can't go and snatch the Philosopher's Stone from Voldemort, right?
Melvin couldn't help but fall into thought, holding his butterbeer and sipping it slowly.

"..."

The tavern fell silent unconsciously. This sudden silence interrupted Melvin's thoughts. He looked around, feeling a little confused.

The wizards who were vying to please the female boss quieted down. The fan wizards who had been clamoring to go outside to duel a few minutes ago sat side by side. The old witch who was snoring in the corner woke up at some point and ordered a glass of whiskey.

Everyone remained silent, staring at the counter with bright eyes, as if expecting something.

Wright seemed to sense his doubts and signaled him to keep quiet and wait patiently.

Madam Rosmerta took out an old-fashioned radio from under the counter. It was not a contraband item produced by Wright. It had the Ministry of Magic certification mark on it, and was obviously a regular product.

"Dear listeners, welcome to the Wizarding Radio Union's Halloween special. I would like to convey Celestina Warbeck's greetings to all friends and wish everyone a happy Halloween. Now please listen to the title song of Celestina's new album, "You Stole My Pot, But You Can't Have My Heart"..."

A melodious female voice floated out.

"You stole my pot and then ran away like a vampire bat. You said you loved me and that we would never be apart, but you stole my pot..."

The arguing middle-aged wizards sat side by side in silence, the old witch closed her eyes and sang along softly, and Ms. Rosmerta's bun swayed slightly to the melody.

Melvin glanced at the drinkers who were quietly listening to the music in the tavern, then looked at the mirror in his hand and said softly, "Wright, let's do it according to this plan."

In this magnificent and magical world, some barren places are in urgent need of nutrients.

(End of this chapter)