Hogwarts: This professor is too Muggle.

Chapter 73 The Three Broomsticks' Weekend Party

Saturday morning, The Three Broomsticks.

In the past few decades, this was just an ordinary wizard tavern, located on the right side of the central street of Hogsmeade. With its back to Hogwarts, it could do some business with students. The signature butterbeer and homemade mead tasted okay. The owner was a beautiful witch with some reputation in the wizarding community, but that was all.

It wasn't until after Halloween last year that things subtly changed.

As the secret honey wine squeezed out butter beer to become the best-selling item, the pub had a new thing. Thanks to the influence of the Hogwarts Quidditch school game, the memory mirror spread to other pubs in a very short time, and more and more exciting game images appeared, including college games of other magic schools, exchange games of other national teams and the recent Quidditch Intercontinental Championship.

The Three Broomsticks is now the most famous pub in Britain, its signature Butterbeer and secret mead surpassing the profits brought by the Birthplace of the Shadow Mirror. Being the closest to Hogwarts, it always has the fastest access to images of the House Match. Many pedestrians and tourists passing through Hogsmeade come here to broaden their horizons, order a Butterbeer, and reminisce about their school days.

Wright Monkstanley walked into the pub without staying for long, and went straight to the top floor. He looked around and analyzed the pub business from the perspective of a repair shop owner.

The first floor was relatively quiet, but the second floor was a bit noisy. A group of fans gathered together to watch the exchange match between the Scottish national team and the Charlie Cannons last week, cursing at each other. It seemed that Scotland's performance was not very good.

With so many customers on weekend mornings, the Three Broomsticks' turnover must be over ten thousand. Melvin's commission is over a thousand. Taking into account the tens of thousands of Galleons earned by Yingjing, their family wealth exceeds that of many pure-blood families.

Merlin is so rich!

Fortunately, I made some money.

Wright admired silently in his heart.

He continued to go up the stairs. The main area of ​​the third floor was not open to the public. Only a reception room was reserved for the guests attending today. There were more than twenty chairs around the long table. There were only fifteen representatives from pubs and clubs attending the meeting, leaving some room for them.

It was just an exchange meeting for members of the Magic Mirror Club, not a gathering of a secret society. No one checked their identification documents, and no one asked for an invitation. Wright walked into the room, made eye contact with Melvin in the front row, then quietly found a seat in the back row and saw two unexpected faces next to him.

There is no need to say much about Dumbledore. Wright himself is a graduate of Hogwarts. When he was targeted by the Ministry of Magic a few years ago, the headmaster secretly provided help several times.

The man next to him was thin and well-dressed, with thin silver hair neatly combed back. His skin was pale and loose, like a wrinkled and faded parchment roll. His eye sockets were deep and his eyes were silver-white. Although his expression was kind, there was always an indescribable sense of distance and alienation.

"Principal!" Wright screamed, but quickly controlled himself and greeted the two excitedly, "Mr. Flamel!"

Monk Stanley was the greatest alchemist in hundreds of years, and several generations of his family had been engaged in technology. When Wright saw him, it was like an ordinary wizard seeing Merlin.

"Shh..." Dumbledore signaled for silence as they were in a meeting.

Wright suppressed his excitement and nodded heavily. He tried to calm his turbulent mind and think about his words. He planned to express generations of admiration to the legendary alchemist after the meeting, and then ask for advice on technical problems accumulated by his family for generations.

The exchange meeting is still going on. All the tavern owners are well prepared. Combining shadow mirrors with taverns is a new model that has never been seen in the magic world before, so it is inevitable that problems will arise.

For the past two months, the tavern owners had tried to come up with their own answers, but none had been perfect. But after coming here and witnessing the Three Broomsticks' business model firsthand, and listening to Professor Lewynter's Muggle-speak, things suddenly became much clearer.

Melvin sat at the front, speaking casually, "My main job is teaching, and you're the owners of the pub. My analysis is for reference only. The actual management and operation of the pub is up to you."

"Professor Lewynter, it's admirable that you are always so humble about your achievements." The quick-talking Alfie didn't speak fast, even a little slower than a normal wizard.

This wizard, tall and thin, with a slightly shrill voice and an old scar on his right brow, owned a Quidditch club in Dingworth and was well-respected among former players and referees.

Apart from the Hogwarts school game, the other game images of the Magic Mirror Club were basically obtained by Alfie. He has been in contact with Durmstrang recently. That third-ranked magic school in Europe has produced a Quidditch genius, and the games were very exciting. If he can successfully obtain the memory images, the Shadow Mirror may expand to other parts of the European continent.

"Yes, everyone knows that the Three Broomsticks has become what it is today because they listened to your advice. It's not just about the business model. Ms. Rosmerta even admitted that the store's new signature mead is based on the recipe you provided." Old Will's nose was red and he spoke in a rough voice.

"That's right, that's right..."

The scene gradually became lively. A good film exchange meeting suddenly turned into a meeting for these old foxes to flatter Melvin. It was not that they were flattering Lewyn. Even if Cornelius Fudge from the Ministry of Magic was sitting here, they would not flatter him. They just thought that the professor was too young and wanted to tease him.

Melvin was somewhat helpless and sighed: "Let's continue talking about the shadow mirror."

“Professor, you speak, we’re listening.” “…” Melvin shook his head. “You guys run your business very well. I spend most of my time at school, only occasionally coming to the pub on weekends, and I still hear about you from the patrons. The commentary on the games in Dingworth is detailed, not just the previous World Cup finals, but also various underdog but exciting footage, all thanks to Alfie; the games in Upper Flagley are thrilling and exhilarating, all thanks to Jack…”

Listening to the young professor's list, several bosses who had made outstanding contributions to the game grinned with bright expressions.

Old Will and others beside them turned their faces away in disgust, feeling somewhat unwilling, but there was nothing they could do. They had no connections and channels in the Quidditch field, and were indeed no match for these professionals.

"However, the content of the mirror doesn't have to be limited to football games..." Melvin suddenly changed his tone, which cheered up the other tavern owners. "Open your mind. The image is just a form. The content can be varied, such as the wonderful adventures of your youth, the raid to capture Dark wizards many years ago, or even the fierce battle with Death Eaters."

The young professor's words echoed in the room. The bosses around the long table remained silent. They had all experienced that era firsthand, and when they heard the name Death Eaters, which had not been mentioned for a long time, they felt very complicated.

Without waiting for their opinions, Melvin continued, "Open-mindedness doesn't mean recklessness. We can't deliberately leak secrets or show vulgar images just to attract attention. Content open to customers must be subject to review. This is also the original intention of establishing our Magic Mirror Club..."

Rules were set when the mirror was sold, and they also signed the club's magic contract, which stipulated that all content projected on the mirror had to be reviewed by Melvin.

Retired Auror Old Will frowned slightly as he listened to the young professor explaining the rules he had established. He had been an Auror for most of his life, and in addition to accumulating scars, he had also been in contact with the bureaucrats in the Ministry of Magic for a long time, and had learned some political acumen from them.

In retrospect, this management model clearly encroached upon the Ministry's authority.

Old Will thought for a moment, thinking about the current situation in the ministry and what Minister Fudge had done recently. He hesitated, shook his head, and did not raise any objection.

"Although everyone here is of pure-blood descent, none of you have the bad habit of pure-blood supremacy and are all open to new things. I believe some people have already noticed that this mirror model is very similar to the Muggle screen. We will also release paid content in the future..."

Melvin briefly explained the Muggle cinema model, not going into too much detail. After all, the wizarding world and Muggle society are fundamentally different. Cinemas are just a reference, and the specific development path still needs to be explored. "The town you live in is a mixed population of wizards and Muggles. There should be a cinema in the Muggle neighborhood. You can go and see it. I'm preparing a film and it's in the final stages. It should be completed around Easter..."

After half an hour of questions, answers, exchanges and discussions, the meeting ended successfully.

"During this period, you can tell me any ideas you have. You can write to me or meet here on weekends. Together, we can make the world in the mirror more exciting."

Melvin stood up and escorted the tavern owners downstairs. During the whole process, no one noticed the two old wizards in the corner.

It goes without saying that it was the old principal who cast a spell.

The gray-haired Dumbledore sat by the window, tasting the mead silently. Beside him, Wright was holding Nicolas Flamel's hands tightly, expressing the respect of three generations of his family for the legendary alchemist.

"Mr. Flamel, my grandfather grew up reading your 'Comprehensive Explanation of Hieroglyphics'."

"..."

"My father also grew up reading your book 'Comprehensive Explanation of Hieroglyphics'."

"..."

"I like this book too, but I grew up reading your 'Research on Ancient Alchemy'."

"..."

Nicolas Flamel looked very helpless. He was 665 years old and had osteoporosis. Even a slight bump could cause fractures and dislocations. Now his hands were held by this young man. No matter how much he tried to persuade him, he would not listen and there was nothing he could do to him.

When Melvin came back from seeing the guests off, he saw a scene where a young wizard, lacking martial ethics, attacked a 665-year-old wizard, while a 111-year-old wizard, morally corrupt, stood by and watched.

The corner of his mouth twitched, and he stepped forward and pinched Wright, rescuing the old wizard.

"Mr. Flamel, long time no see."

"Hello, Professor Levent...?" Nicolas Flamel raised his head, his eyes gleaming with silver light.

(End of this chapter)