Hogwarts: This professor is too Muggle.

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Melvin lowered his eyes and looked at her with a faint smile.

"..."

Why is it that Professor Lewynter's gaze is as oppressive as Professor McGonagall's?

The little witch felt a little guilty under his gaze, but she was still unwilling to give up. She said weakly, "Professor, my mother told me that friends should help each other, especially when they encounter difficulties."

Melvin shook his head, slowed down his pace and continued walking towards the castle. "Hermione, remember at the beginning of last semester? You were always instructing them on spellcasting techniques in class, and as a result, you had a lot of conflicts with your classmates."

Hermione said nothing, and hesitated for a moment before saying, "You mean I made the same mistake? But I think Hagrid's matter is different from learning spells..."

She had discovered the dragon egg on the night of their last Forbidden Forest patrol, but she had never had the chance to discuss it with Hagrid. Two days later, the Quirrell incident happened and Harry was in a coma in the hospital. Hagrid cried every time, so she didn't dare to bring it up again.

Harry woke up two days ago, and they took advantage of the weekend to visit Hagrid's hut, and Hermione then revealed the matter of the dragon eggs.

But Hagrid only had eyes for the dragon eggs and he thought of himself as the dragon's mother. Harry had just been discharged from the hospital and his head was full of pumpkin juice, so he sided with Hagrid without thinking. Ron was completely clueless and said that hatching dragons was cool.

The dragon was going to hatch next week, and what could she do but watch Hagrid make a mistake and get expelled from school?

"There won't be any trouble at school that could endanger anyone's safety, at least not in the next few months. The centaurs will help handle matters in the Forbidden Forest. If Hagrid really encounters trouble he can't handle, he can ask Dumbledore for help. Excluding the above situations, the rest is a private matter."

Melvin rubbed her head and said to Hermione, "Whether you discovered it yourself or Hagrid told you, the fact that you know the inside story is a sign that he trusts you, so you shouldn't leak the news to anyone else, not even me."

Hermione looked thoughtful, then tilted her head slightly to look at the professor: "I asked in advance if you were friends."

"If Hagrid really needs my help, he should ask for it himself," Melvin said, glancing down and silently quickening his pace.

The little witch's hair was already fluffy and slightly curly, and after ruffling it a few times, it became even more unbearable to look at. It was as messy as an owl's nest.

"..."

Hermione lowered her head in thought, and looked up again after a few minutes. Her eyes followed Melvin's figure walking towards the hall, her lips tightly pursed.

Melvin went straight back to the castle without any psychological burden. Hogwarts even trained the Dark Lord, and there was a basilisk hibernating in the castle's secret chamber. Hatching a fire dragon was nothing.

Melvin refused to believe that Dumbledore knew nothing about this.

He suspected that the old headmaster might want to take this opportunity to teach the gamekeeper a lesson. Professor Kettleburn was missing limbs and was old. He would retire next year. The position of Care of Magical Creatures could not be left vacant. Hagrid was a ready-made successor.

This half-giant has been exposed to magical animals since he was a child, worked as a gamekeeper for decades, and lived with the animals in the forest for decades, so he is capable enough.

It's just that my character still needs to be polished.

When he was in school, he hatched a giant eight-eyed spider in the cupboard, and now he hatches a fire dragon in the cabin. If he doesn't suffer any losses, who knows what kind of trouble he will cause after taking over as professor.

The code of conduct for employees is something the principal should be concerned about. Since the principal has not taken any action, and I am just an elective course professor, why should I worry so much about it?
As I walked into the castle, the fire in the hall's fireplace was burning brightly, and the warm air washed away the coldness on my body.

It was a chilly February, and walking outside felt even colder than during a heavy snowfall. The castle was like two completely different worlds. Melvin strolled up the stairs, occasionally bumping into students from elective classes. He greeted them with a smile, and when he met fifth or seventh graders, he reminded them that the exams were in ten weeks and urged them to study hard.

Turning the corner on the second floor, he ran into the Vice-Principal coming down from upstairs. Melvin greeted him with a smile, "Professor McGonagall, are you dealing with financial statements again?"

"..."

Professor McGonagall, holding a stack of parchment documents, gave him a dignified look. Noticing the wetness on his shoulder and trouser legs, she knew he had returned from outside. "Are you free next week? Come with me to Hogsmeade to settle this quarter's bills and buy some supplies for Easter."

"Good professor."

"The temperature has been changing rapidly recently. Please remember to remind students to add or remove clothing in class to avoid getting sick. Seasonal flu is easily contagious.

"Good professor."

Melvin said goodbye to the vice principal, returned to his office, and sat down behind his desk.

His room was relatively tidy, most of his belongings stored in a suitcase. He didn't assign much written work to his students, and there wasn't much to review. His desk was clean, and in the wastebasket were crumpled drafts of scripts. On a shelf against the wall sat a small mirror, a silver mist swirling inside.

The Headmaster's Pensieve has been returned.

Melvin poured a cup of hot tea and sat down, opening the notebook of Nicolas Flamel. Suddenly, white steam rose in the room.

"April 04.24, 1527: Paracelsus visited Basel to lecture. This young alchemist was highly skilled, had a penchant for human transmutation, was influenced by the ideas of ancient Roman wizards, and firmly believed in the triadic theory. After I showed him the Philosopher's Stone, he insisted that its magic came from sulfur, mercury, and salt..." Paracelsus was a famous 16th-century alchemist. At that time, the Law of Secrecy had not yet been enacted, and this wizard was also very famous in the Muggle world, leaving behind many legends and stories.

This page records the conversation between the two, accompanied by an illustration showing the Swiss alchemist performing a spell on a necrotic leg. The leg was charcoal black, oozing with thick yellow and white fluid, as if cursed or poisoned. Perhaps due to limited space, Nicolas Flamel did not depict the owner of the necrotic leg.

The lines are smooth, the illustrations are exquisite, the mineral dyes have strong colors and have not faded after hundreds of years, but that's all.

There is no magical fluctuation in the image, and the characters in the painting do not move, always maintaining the same posture.

There is no definite conclusion in the text. Nicolaë neither confirmed nor denied Paracelsus's views, and there was no personal comment at all. He just recorded them briefly and accurately.

Melvin pondered Paracelsus's theory of the three elements. Few medieval wizards still adhered to the ancient magical views. As early as the time of Nicolas Flamel, these ideas had become outdated, but it must be admitted that the ancient wizards who grew up with these ideas were extremely powerful.

Unfortunately, this theory seems to have no connection with external emotional magic.

Melvin carefully observed the image next to it and slowly turned the page without much urgency in his heart.

When Melvin heard Nicolas Flamel reveal the truth about magic and will, he was indeed briefly panicked, but as he sorted out his thoughts, he soon discovered the differences between himself and those legendary wizards.

Whether it is the Big Four, Merlin or Herpo, the above wizards passively absorbed external magic power when they were young. They seemed to be born with this ability. For a long time after becoming famous, they did not notice the abnormal growth of magic power. It was not until they were affected by external will in their later years that they discovered the clues.

Melvin himself does not have the talent to absorb external magic power. After receiving the gift from the long-horned water snake, he noticed the external magic power in a very short time, and began to consciously spread the influence and absorb the magic power.

The whole experience was so clear that Melvin was sure his sense of self hadn't been affected, at least not yet.

The road ahead is unclear, but we can't just stand back and move forward.

After reading the dialogues of the four alchemists in succession, Melvin put down his notes, took a breath, waved his hand, summoned the mirror in front of him, and continued his editing work.

The main body of the film was almost finished, with only some details left to be considered, such as whether the last part of the story should be cut, and whether Voldemort should be revealed in the film... He was worried about causing panic and irritating the sensitive nerves of the Ministry of Magic.

……

The snow gradually melts, the cold begins to subside, and the weather gradually warms up.

Late February.

in the office.

Melvin sat by the window, holding the historic notebook and turning the last page.

There was a blank red page, no message, and no instructions. The whole notebook was read like this. Melvin thought there would be some special content, or some magical changes hidden, but there was nothing.

All signs indicate that this is just an ordinary dialogue record, recording Nicolas Flamel's visits to 71 wizards from different eras and his conversations with them, covering a total of 57 years. 14 of them were visited in the first years, and only were visited in the last years, one of whom was Dumbledore.

The dialogues are mostly about wizards, but there are also references to Muggles.

Nicolas Flamel's life story seems to be conveyed through these records. During the three hundred years when his body was still strong, he traveled the world, actively searching for relics of ancient magic and eagerly conversing with the inhabitants of different regions. As his body gradually aged, his desire to explore the truth gradually weakened, or perhaps he no longer had any attachment to the truth.

Melvin felt that there were secrets hidden in those images, but he had no idea how to unlock them.

Melvin closed the notebook and stretched lazily. He couldn't help but turn his head and look out the window. The early spring sunshine was faintly warm. Wild grass had already sprouted on the field, and more than a dozen brooms were hanging in the air above the Quidditch field.

Judging by the time, Hagrid's dragon has hatched and is almost stronger than Fang by now.

"Knock, knock, knock..." Someone knocked on the office door.

Melvin responded, "Come in."

The wooden door was pushed open, revealing an unexpected face with signature platinum hair. Draco frowned tightly, glanced behind him nervously, and closed the door cautiously, as if someone was chasing him.

"Mr. Malfoy." Melvin raised his eyebrows, a little surprised.

"Professor Lewinter, I have something to ask you."

(End of this chapter)