Hogwarts: This professor is too Muggle.

Chapter 44 I don’t know how to make wine

Hedwig actually had no letters or packages today. She just followed the other owls to hang out in the auditorium, visit her owner, and use her beautiful snow-white feathers to ask other little wizards for snacks. After eating and drinking her fill, she slowly left.

Harry was reading Quidditch Through the Ages, a copy Hermione had lent him.

After what happened last night, they became complete friends, friends who could accept some pointing fingers at each other during class. Although Hermione seemed to have controlled that behavior, she didn't do it again in both classes this morning.

"The news of Harry's participation as Seeker has leaked."

"Now everyone knows that he is not a substitute, but Gryffindor's starting Seeker."

"..."

Nearby, Seamus and Ron were discussing the upcoming game.

Next Saturday, Harry will participate in his first Quidditch game in his life, Gryffindor vs. Slytherin.

"Should we hold up the mattress underneath to prevent Harry from falling down suddenly?"

"There's nothing to worry about. Harry will definitely win."

"..."

Discussions revolving around myself are everywhere.

Harry became nervous after hearing this, but when he saw Hermione still studying the chocolate next to him, he felt a little relieved. It was good to have such a calm friend.

……

The Three Broomsticks Tavern.

Wright sat at the counter, listening to the quarrel out of boredom.

Melvin went over and sat down next to him.

Wright handed him a glass of mead, raised his finger to signal him not to speak, and then pointed to the two wizards next to him. Their debate was at its most exciting moment.

"Were you the one who asked Lamont who he blamed for his short fingers last time? Answer me!"

"Is there something wrong with what I said? You have poor skills, but you blame the team and your parents. Why don't you look for your own problems?!"

"How can you blame yourself for having short fingers? It's his parents' fault!"

"Is the dragon shit fermenting in your brain? Do you want to listen to what you are saying?"

"Lamont's father is notoriously short, and this is his fault!"

"..."

The two wizards still couldn't decide the winner this time. They left the tavern cursing and went to the bookstore next door to look through the newspapers to see which other famous players had stubby fingers.

Wright turned around with a lingering look and pointed at the mead in front of him: "Ms. Rosmerta left this specially for you, so that you can taste the flavor of this mead."

Melvin picked up the cup and took a sip. The taste of wine and the sweetness of honey blended together in a particularly harmonious way.

"According to your request, the original oval has been modified to a square with a ratio of 16 to 9 and a diagonal length of 150 inches."

Wright handed over a suitcase: "The custom mirror is too big to carry around, so I'll put it in here."

Four generations of the Monkstanley family have been involved in technology, from the Office for the Prohibition of the Misuse of Magical Objects to the Department of Mysteries to street repair shops, and the traceless extension charm is not difficult.

Melvin accepted the suitcase and placed it at his feet without taking it out to inspect the contents.

It wasn't that it was inconvenient to check in the tavern, but mainly it was out of trust in Wright. Melvin pondered for a moment, then felt he should still ask clearly, looking up at Wright: "Is this box with the Seamless Extension Charm legal?"

Wright was stunned for a moment and didn't know how to answer.

As a highly concealed high-level spell, the Untraceable Extension Charm is extremely likely to violate the Statute of Secrecy. In the era before it was listed as a restricted spell, wizards always took out incredible things from their coat pockets, knitted hats or wallets in front of Muggles.

There was once a British wizard named Noct Isaac who, upon returning from studying in Uganda, poured out 86 elephants from his wallet in front of dozens of Muggle customs officers and was eventually sentenced to life imprisonment.

A similar case occurred in New York in 1982, when a wizard loaded a seven-ton jet into a suitcase in front of hundreds of No-Majs. In 7, the wizard committed another crime, attempting to steal the Statue of Liberty, a No-Majs landmark, but was apprehended by MACUSA Aurors.

In order to cover up this confidential case, all members of the Magic Congress worked overtime for three weeks and eventually disguised the entire process as a grand magic show.

Since then, the Untraceable Extension Charm has been listed as a controlled magic, and the International Confederation of Wizards has made strict regulations on the spell: the Untraceable Extension Charm cannot be used for private purposes, but can only be used to produce a few approved items, such as wizard camping tents.

"..."

Wright and Melvin stared at each other in silence, a glimmer in their eyes: "I can give you a 5% discount on the balance."

"Ninety percent off."

"make a deal."

"..."

Melvin couldn't help but feel a little heartbroken. Oh no, the price was too high.

Wright took a sip of sherry and a happy smile appeared on his face. In fact, he didn't make much money from the two businesses with Professor Lewinter. It was nothing compared to the cooperation with the singer and the newspaper. But he was very comfortable to get along with Lewinter. The Muggle ideas he put forward from time to time were eye-opening.

"Professor Lewynter, no, Melvin, I'm calling you that as a friend."

Wright paused. "The cost of large-scale shadow mirrors is still too high. Muggles' equipment isn't convenient enough, and wizarding villages don't have supporting facilities. However, that system is more mature and cheaper. I urge you to consider my previous proposal."

"..."

Melvin sighed and was about to speak when he caught a glimpse of a figure approaching from the corner of his eye.

"Professor Lewinter!"

Madam Rosmerta came over with a copper flagon and helped him refill the mead that was only a layer at the bottom. "This time, the mead was brewed according to the book you gave me. Actually, there were many things I didn't understand. Thanks to your comments and supplements. I am so grateful to you.

"It wasn't fermentation time on Halloween night, so I didn't bring it out for you to taste. I just opened it this morning, and I've already sold three barrels in less than a day!"

"Please try it. Is there anything that needs improvement?"

The female owner of the tavern showed an expectant look.

"...Ms. Rosmerta, I don't know how to brew wine."

"You have such a sense of humor."

"..."

Melvin gave up the debate, took a sip of mead under her expectant gaze, and began to talk nonsense:
"Hmm... The top notes showcase the typical aroma of honey-fermented orange blossom nectar and ripe apricots, while the middle notes are complemented by vanilla pods and toasted hazelnuts brought by oak. The base notes are long and worth savoring. The sweetness on the palate is well-controlled... There's really nothing to complain about."

“This is all thanks to your help.”

Ms. Rosmerta had a bright smile, and Professor Lewynter was a nice guy, though a bit too modest.

Melvin smiled helplessly and looked at the female owner of the tavern. Suddenly, an idea flashed through his mind:
"Ms. Rosmerta, do you want all the wines in your store to sell as well as mead?"

(End of this chapter)