Hogwarts: This professor is too Muggle.

Chapter 48 The principal also needs help
There was a chorus of low exclamations. Taklot and Malcolm were equally shocked, with uncontrollable surprise and nostalgia in their eyes. The scene reflected in the silver mirror was their youth, a youth that they could not forget even after decades.

After about half a minute, the drinkers came to their senses and left their original seats to sit in front of the silver mirror. Those who couldn't sit in the back stood up to watch. Taklot and Malcolm were a little slow and could only stand in the back row.

At this moment, the silver-white mist in the mirror surged and overflowed, gradually occupying the entire mirror, filling the view of all the drinkers, as if they were also in the stands of the Quidditch field, and the cheers around them made the atmosphere gradually become lively.

"I will commentate on today's match, and first let's look at the players from both teams.

"The Gryffindor lineup has undergone major changes. Alicia Spinnet and Katie Bell have been promoted from substitutes to regulars. Freshman Harry Potter was specially recruited because of his outstanding flying talent, becoming the youngest Seeker in history. Can he help Gryffindor achieve victory? Let us wait and see!"

When the boy's name was heard, the pub immediately began to buzz with discussion.

Malcolm, who graduated from Gryffindor, was even more proud. He couldn't help but pump his fist and cheer, and took a sip of mead happily.

"The Slytherin team remains unchanged, retaining the same lineup from last year. Having already won the House Cup for five consecutive years, can they continue their winning streak..."

With a stable lineup, strong strength and a record to check, the Slytherin team always has a greater chance of winning.

Tucklot raised his eyebrows, raised his glass and nodded to his next-door neighbor, took a sip, and a sarcastic smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, showing the style of a Slytherin.

Malcolm gritted his teeth and took another big gulp of wine. When he found that the glass was empty, he waved to the female owner of the tavern for another drink.

Ms. Rosmerta came over with a wine jug, filled the glasses and walked towards the other guests without saying a word, but with a smile on her face.

In just a few minutes, before the competition officially started, more than a dozen glasses of mead were sold, and many customers were already asking for more. It seemed that they were ready to drink to their heart's content!
Business is booming!

Madam Hooch blew her silver whistle, and fifteen brooms took off into the air.

The lively atmosphere in the pub became boiling again.

"The Quaffle was immediately snatched up by Angelina Johnson of Gryffindor – what a brilliant Chaser she is, and very attractive too..."

"Jordan!"

"I'm sorry, Professor."

"..."

Lee Jordan was scolded by the professor for his unprofessional commentary, and a low laugh rang out in the pub. Many drinkers recognized Professor McGonagall's voice. This episode not only did not affect their interest in watching the game, but instead evoked memories of their student days, and the joking laughter was filled with nostalgia.

So young...

Taklot and Malcolm couldn't help but smile, but when they noticed each other's smiles, they immediately frowned, snorted coldly, and each drank a sip of mead.

It tastes sweet, but not as refreshing as beer.

"A great pass, and the ball goes to Johnson again!
"Oops! The Slytherins have taken the Quaffle and Marcus Flint has it and he's like a hawk. Is he going to score? No!"
"Gryffindor keeper Wood has snatched the ball away. Brilliant! Now it's Gryffindor's turn to take the ball, with Katie Bell darting swiftly around Flint!"

"The Quaffle was snatched away by Slytherin's Derry Ampsey, but he was knocked down by another Bludger! Well done, Fred or George! The Weasley twins are so hard to tell apart..."

As Li's commentary continued, the battle situation in the silver mirror changed repeatedly. The players pulled and tugged at each other, and the drinkers were concentrating, their hearts also being pulled and beaten. They could never drink enough of the wine in the glass, and no matter how much they drank, it never felt refreshing enough.

Malcolm became anxious as he watched Gryffindor's attacks being blocked several times. Unfortunately, the Slytherin team members were all tall and strong, and they exerted more pressure than the thin players of his own college.

On that November winter night, he actually felt thirsty. Taking advantage of a break in his running, he tugged at his collar and shouted, "Ma'am! Give me a cold beer!"

The beer poured into the glass, a layer of white foam rose, and cold water vapor spread out.

At this moment, the young boy's hoarse cheer came from the silver mirror: "Gryffindor scored!"

"!!"

Malcolm felt a surge of heat rising from within him, his entire body beginning to heat up. He picked up his beer and drank half a glass. His chest felt clear and cool, and he couldn't help but shout, "Hurray! Long live Gryffindor!"

Look at the gloomy face of the Slytherin graduate next door. What does it mean to be physically and mentally relaxed?

This is called physical and mental relaxation!
"Ms. Rosmerta, another cold beer, and one for him too! Yes, that's Taclot! It's my treat!"

"..."

Taklot clenched his fists and gnashed his teeth, wishing he could shove the beer glass up the man's butt, or get into the mirror, ride on the broom and go on stage himself.

But no matter how angry he was, he could not change the situation of the game. It was a fact that Gryffindor scored first, so he could only sip the cold beer in anger.

Tasteless.

Also ice gums.

The other guests were also excited about the goal and replaced their butterbeer and mead with more refreshing ice beer. The pub was filled with refreshing sighs, as if they had returned to the hottest month of summer.

The Snake Academy players in the mirror seemed to be annoyed by being robbed of the points, and their attack became more ferocious. They relied on their physical advantage to charge recklessly, constantly disrupting Gryffindor's coordination.

"The Quaffle was snatched by Slytherin!
“Flint almost ran into the twins!
"Drian Pusey sprints towards the goalpost..."

After five minutes of long battle for the ball, Slytherin launched a fierce attack.

"Slytherin score!"

"Glory to Slytherin!"

Taklot roared in a low voice, then drank the entire glass of ice beer in one gulp, instantly releasing all his depression and feeling refreshed.

He turned to look to the side and shouted sharply, "Speak! Malcolm, speak! Gryffindor! Speak!"

“…” Malcolm sipped his cold beer silently.

"Ma'am! Another cold beer for Malcolm, with ice! It's my treat!"

Over the next hour, both teams continued to score.

Overall, Slytherin was stronger and scored one goal after another, while Gryffindor only scored two goals. The score gradually widened and the situation became increasingly serious.

Malcolm kept refilling the ice beer in front of him, which became a bit bitter after drinking it.

Are we really going to be suppressed by this guy?

I've never been so humiliated in school.

Now the only hope of victory is his.

Malcolm turned his gaze towards the figure on the outer circle of the court.

Wearing round-framed glasses, with a lightning bolt-shaped scar on his forehead revealed when his bangs blew, the famous Harry Potter was unfortunately thin and short; Slytherin's Seeker looked twice his size. The hope of victory seemed rather slim.

Malcolm tilted his head back and took a sip of cold beer. The beer was cold, and his heart was even colder.

However, no one could have predicted the next turn of events. Potter was the first to spot the Snitch, but was bumped by Flint while trying to steal it. The broomstick seemed to be out of control, and Potter was hanging precariously on it...

Just when Malcolm's heart sank to the bottom, the screen flashed a few times, and Potter quickly adjusted himself, flipped onto the broom, dived down at high speed, caught the Golden Snitch in one fell swoop, and ended the game.

"Won?"

Malcolm was stunned for a moment, then quickly reacted with an ecstatic expression: "We win! Gryffindor wins!"

The tavern exploded instantly.

"Long live Harry Potter!"

Except for a few wizards who graduated from Slytherin, most of the drinkers supported the boy who survived the disaster and cheered and shouted to celebrate his victory.

Malcolm looked to the side and saw his neighbor with a dull look in his eyes. The failure came too quickly and too suddenly, and the gap was too big for him to accept. It seemed that he had not yet recovered from the shock.

"Ma'am! Give Taclot a beer!"

"..."

Taklot looked at his face and his lips trembled slightly.

Malcolm smiled, paused for a moment, and continued shouting, "Give everyone a beer, one per person! It's my treat, it's my treat!"

"To Harry Potter!"

"To Harry Potter!"

Although Ms. Rosmerta, who was standing behind the counter, looked a little tired, she couldn't hide the smile on her face. At first, she was still thinking about tonight's sales, but later she was busy adding wine and pouring it, and she was so busy that her head was dizzy.

According to a rough estimate, the income from tonight is equivalent to two months' normal income.

Professor Lewinter is not only good at brewing wine, but also good at running a tavern.

Unfortunately, the next game will have to wait until a month later.

The female boss smiled and drank with them. When the glasses clinked together, the sound of gold galleons falling into wallets was heard.

……

Saturday, October 12.

The winter snow had been falling intermittently for more than half a month, and the roads on both sides of Hogsmeade were covered with several feet of snow. The walls of the shops were cold and hard, and although the fireplaces in the shops were lit and fires were burning, the glass of each shop window was still rattling in the cold wind.

Passersby walking in the open air had a cloud of white mist in their breath, and the exposed skin was hurt by the wind, as if it was being cut by a knife.

The cold and snow could not freeze the warm hearts of the guests. After dinner, they walked out of their homes one after another, stepped on the snow and headed towards the Three Broomsticks, leaving a series of footprints on the ground.

Over the past month, the game videos have been repeatedly played, and word of mouth has spread, greatly increasing the popularity of the Three Broomsticks. The audience who come to watch the game are no longer just drinkers, but many guests bring their families with them, and they have regarded this as a new entertainment venue.

Anyway, the Three Broomsticks also do business with young wizards, and the butterbeer they sell to minors actually does not contain beer.

The tavern was packed with customers every night, and Madam Rosmerta had to hire several waiters and even staffed the back kitchen and wine cellar with house elves.

Hogwarts Quidditch is a single round-robin tournament, with each team playing one match against the other three. The four houses play a total of six games, one per month, excluding Christmas and Easter breaks. The tournament begins in November and concludes in June. Points are tallied to determine the champion. If two teams are tied on points, an extra game is played.

Today we're showing the Hufflepuff vs. Ravenclaw match.

Compared with Gryffindor and Slytherin, the two teams are slightly weaker and the competition is less intense, but this time the video has been edited and is no longer limited to one perspective. Instead, it is switched and spliced ​​from multiple angles, so you can always watch the game from the best perspective. The exciting clips will also be played back in slow motion, making it more enjoyable to watch.

There were also many Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw graduates, all very happy to support their own houses. Although there were no star players like Harry Potter, there were some good-looking and skilled players, such as the backup seeker Cedric Diggory and the vice-captain Roger Davis...

Every time the players from both sides faced off, the guests cheered.

“It’s too messy now.

“It would be best if the pub expanded.

"You can consider using a traceless stretching spell, or building a few more floors. Some guests don't want to watch the game, so we need to leave them with a place to drink normally.

"I'll create more interesting videos later. Until then, try not to play repetitive content over and over again, as this will wear out their interest and make them bored easily. You can choose one or two days each month to regularly play football games to keep things fresh."

That's some business advice from a Muggle Studies professor.

Melvin sat in the corner, watching the lively scene in the pub while analyzing things for the female owner in a slightly lowered voice.

"What you said makes sense, Professor Lewinter. I've also noticed some signs. There's an old customer who used to come for a drink every night. He's a Slytherin graduate, but he hasn't been here for a long time since watching the match that day.

"I met him on the street, and he said that the smell of beer made him sick. But tonight, when the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff match started, he didn't feel sick anymore..."

Rosmerta looked towards the counter, where the two old customers who always quarreled were sitting together again, with a row of beers in front of them.

The female owner was very grateful to the professor. Now that she had staff and elves in the shop, business was booming, and she had some free time. "I plan to build two more floors. The first floor will be used for normal tavern operations, and the second floor will be used specifically for ball games."

"What about the other layer?" Melvin asked curiously.

"There's another layer as a thank you gift..."

Rosmerta seemed to know he was about to refuse. Without waiting for him to speak, she immediately advised, "Professor Lewynter, I know that the Shadow Mirror will change many things, even completely transform the wizarding world. Professor, you should have longer-term plans. Although I'm not sure what you're going to do, I think you might need a place. Please don't refuse. The rent on this street in Hogsmeade is very expensive."

"Ms. Rosmerta, you are a Ravenclaw graduate, right?"

Melvin felt a little emotional. No wonder this witch had been able to run the tavern alone for decades. She must have extraordinary wisdom.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I'm from Slytherin."

Rosmerta heard his praise and smiled. She moved the wine glass in front of her and took out a linen woven bag. "The total profit for the past month was 1871 Galleons. This is the share agreed to be given to Hogwarts. I rounded it up to 900 Galleons, and your commission is also included in it."

"Notify me on the day the tavern is being renovated, and I'll get other professors to help."

"This……"

"It nets a few hundred Galleons a month, Dumbledore should come and work for it."

(End of this chapter)