Hogwarts: This professor is too Muggle.

Chapter 54: Working Principal
As the headmaster of Hogwarts, Dumbledore agreed after a moment's hesitation. Although he stayed in school all year round, he was a frequent visitor to the Three Broomsticks in the past and had often received mead from Madam Rosmerta over the years.

However, Dumbledore only agreed verbally. He didn't want to work part-time. He wanted to go back to his room and catch up on some sleep while the weather was nice. He stayed up too late last night. He would go to the abandoned classroom tonight and maybe run into Harry...

While having breakfast in the auditorium, the principal hinted that the vice-principal should attend in his place while he stayed in school to deal with matters concerning the board of directors.

Professor McGonagall was not surprised at all. She slowly swallowed the fried eggs and said that she was happy to let the headmaster handle the heavy paperwork, even though this was the headmaster's job.

The principal asked a few more questions and learned that the clerical work included auditing the finances of the first half of the school year and calculating and reporting the budget for the second half of the school year. He fell into deep thought again, and finally decided to let the vice-principal stay in school, and go to the Three Broomsticks in person to thank the pub for its contribution to the school's Quidditch.

"..."

Professor McGonagall remained calm as she continued to enjoy her breakfast.

Snape had to take care of Quirrell who had a cold, Professor Sprout had to look after the greenhouse, and Professor McGonagall had to handle the headmaster's job. After careful discussion, Hogwarts finally decided to send Professors Melvin and Flitwick, led by the headmaster himself, to help the villagers build houses.

Leaving the castle, the Hogwarts delegation each covered themselves in a protective spell against wind and cold. Melvin was covered in a modified version of the Boiling Head Charm, while Professor Flitwick was surrounded by a warm breeze, seemingly a derivative of the Purging Charm. Dumbledore's appearance showed no signs of magic; his silver beard and hair were ruffled by the wind, and snowflakes still clung to his beard, yet he remained completely impervious to the cold.

"Your application of the Bubble Head Charm is very clever. It also has some Iron Armor Charm feel to it. It can be used for more than just keeping out the cold, right?"

"Professor Flitwick is indeed an expert in the field of spells. I just encountered some difficulties during the improvement process. The Bubble Head Charm is only an intermediate spell. Its structure seems unable to withstand the Shield Charm. Forcing the magic power to increase will cause the bubble membrane to rupture."

"There are two reasons for this. First, there's a conflict in the underlying principles of the spells. The Iron Armor Charm is a strong seal that repels all spells, while the Head-Breaking Charm is a selective seal that rejects while also accepting. This requires precise control of magical power, and there's no good solution for the time being."

"That's it..."

Dumbledore listened quietly, speaking only when they encountered a problem: "The Shield Charm can be put aside for now. After testing the Fire and Water Invulnerability, add it to the Head-Breaking Charm."

"The principal is very experienced..."

The three of them were walking side by side, chatting about magic, when they suddenly saw a familiar figure standing at the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

The figure, clad in a long moleskin coat, rabbit fur gloves, and enormous beaver fur boots, stood by the roadside, looking taller than a beech tree.

"Hagrid?" Melvin called.

The three people around him turned their heads to look. The half-blood giant who was standing by the roadside in the venue, enjoying the cold wind, looked over in the direction of the sound. His eyes first fell on Dumbledore, then looked at Melvin who called him. He was a little surprised and trotted over.

"Dumbledore, Professors Lewynter and Flitwick, are you going out for something?" The half-blood giant spoke in a low voice, but with a very honest tone.

"Madam Rosmerta is expanding the tavern today, and I told her I'd go help."

"Three Broomsticks."

Hagrid's eyes lit up. "Then should I come with you? I can help with the moving."

"Let's go, we can get free lunch." "Let's go, let's go..."

With the addition of the half-giant, the topic was no longer limited to the field of spells. Hagrid spoke whatever he thought of. He started talking about how centaurs also celebrate Christmas. Later, he talked about the magical creatures in the Forbidden Forest. Speaking of magical creatures, he had to mention dragons:
"Speaking of dragons, I think of Ron's brother Charlie. Arthur and Molly went to Romania to visit him this year. The Weasley children all stayed in school, so they had Harry to play with during the holidays. Actually, I wanted to chat with Harry, but he always asked me about the Philosopher's Stone and Fluffy, and I can't keep secrets..."

Hagrid was very melancholy: "Sir, you really shouldn't let me know these things."

"I believe you can make the right choice." Dumbledore saw his worried frown and smiled.

"I don't trust myself..."

During this conversation, Melvin and Flitwick walked silently beside them, listening to their conversation. Occasionally their eyes met, revealing a tacit understanding. They also believed that Hagrid could make the right choice.

There were still Christmas decorations on both sides of the streets in Hogsmeade. Only Honeydukes was still doing mail-order business. Owls kept flying with packages. Many shops were closed, and the Three Broomsticks also put up a sign saying it was under renovation.

"Ms. Rosmerta, we are here to help."

"Oh, Dumbledore, you're really here. I thought Professor Lewynter was joking!"

The tavern owner warmly invited them in to sit down.

The construction environment inside wasn't messy; tables and chairs were stacked together, the wine on the counter had been put away, and building materials were piled up in the cleared space. They had already started dismantling the ceiling.

Wizards' way of expanding their homes is more efficient than that of Muggles. There's no need for tedious dismantling and construction; all they have to do is prepare the materials, and the magic will do the rest. Other delicate and trivial tasks are handled by house-elves.

There were four or five house-elves busy in the tavern, all wearing cloth towels, which were not too shabby. They were in good physical condition and very energetic, and they would cooperate and help each other when working.

Madam Rosmerta invited the Hogwarts delegation to sit at the counter, poured them hot butterbeer, and then began to reminisce with Dumbledore about the past, talking about what Hogsmeade had been like a dozen or even decades ago, the carnival at the end of the First Wizarding War, and the goblins gathering here to rebel.

There was also a professional in the corner setting up a traceless stretching spell.

After determining the direction and distance, the magic wand was moved along the skirting, and the space was immediately divided. Originally, it was only a few feet away from the corner of the wall, but after the cutting, it seemed as if there was an extra space in the middle out of thin air. If someone carefully counted the wooden blocks of the floor one by one, they would find that the number of blocks was still the same. This is called seamless extension.

Melvin stood nearby and watched, his eyes flickering.

Wright didn't turn around, just glanced at him out of the corner of his eye. "This is legal. We submitted a written application to the Law Enforcement Department in advance, and the expansion space has been reported and registered."

"..."

Monk Stanley is a family of craftsmen with a good reputation in the wizarding world. They have participated in many well-known projects, including the construction of the Ministry of Magic building, the expansion of St. Mungo's Hospital, and they also help build venues for every Quidditch World Cup. It can be said that these are Wright's main businesses, and the repair shop is just a hobby. Melvin did not find it strange that Rosmerta would ask him for help.

There were many things worth pondering about the traceless stretching spell he cast. Melvin put his hands in his pockets and felt very inspired.

(End of this chapter)