Hogwarts: This professor is too Muggle.

Chapter 80 Ready to be released
The kerosene lamp wick swayed slightly, and the light from her long eyelashes reflected in her bright eyes. The little witch said nothing, staring straight at the professor in front of her, his wand against her forehead.

"Don't worry." The professor spoke slowly, his voice gentle and soft. "This isn't Legilimency. I won't pry into your privacy. I'm just borrowing your memories of investigating the Philosopher's Stone and clearing the previous levels. Please calmly recall the scenes back then..."

Hearing the news about Nicolas Flamel from Hagrid;

Setting fire to the professor's coat during a Quidditch match;

Search for information and discuss investigations with friends;
The introduction of Dumbledore on the candy card;

Jump through the trapdoor to pass the levels set by the professors...

"..."

There was a glint of silver in Hermione's eyes, and then she felt a surge of magic seeping into her temples along the tip of the wand, soft and warm, giving her the feeling of a unicorn. A faint pulling force came from the tip of the wand, as if something soft was being pulled out.

It was a wisp of silvery-white mist, with unclear outlines.

It was placed in a test tube-like glass bottle guided by a magic wand and covered with a rubber stopper. Silver mist floated lightly in the bottle, and some vague human figures could be vaguely seen.

Hermione watched his movements and blinked, "Is this all right?"

"All right."

“But I can still recall the memory of that time.”

"Borrowing memories isn't a forgetfulness spell. It can be thought of as copying a film; the master tape remains in your mind. If you hadn't learned to extract memories yourself, you wouldn't need my help."

"That's it..."

Melvin put the glass bottle containing memories into his pocket.

The other two students and Hagrid were all immersed in their own memories, with dazed expressions.

Not only the little witch, but the memories of several other people were also copied. Harry's memory was mainly from the first-person perspective of Quidditch, where he was almost assassinated, discovered the Mirror of Erised during a night tour of the castle, and observed Quirrell in class several times; Ron mainly took apart the Chocolate Frog; Hagrid was attacked and cheated at the Hog's Head Inn.

I still have to do editing after I get back.

The room was quiet. In silence, the fire dragon cub opened its eyes a little. Norbert didn't know when he woke up, and the first person he saw was Melvin.

"what!"

The young dragon opened its mouth and spewed out a burst of flames, which rushed straight towards his face, but before it reached his eyes, the dragon flames dissipated into thin air.

Melvin tapped it on the head with his wand. The little fire dragon, which was not yet fully awake, closed its eyes again and lay back down in a daze.

The sudden accident woke up the people nearby.

Ron was a bit stunned. Norbert used to be naughty and only bit people, and he had been bitten before. His teeth were poisonous but not fatal. His right hand was swollen for several days and he couldn't do his homework. Now he was setting fires at the slightest provocation. He couldn't imagine the consequences if he was bitten.

The others once again witnessed the danger of the fire dragon and were terrified.

"Professor, do you have any ideas for making Norbert less dangerous?"

Hermione asked nervously, her voice crisp, "I read about the Untraceable Extension Charm in a book. It can expand a separate space for Norbert, no matter how much fire he breathes inside. In the past, many wizards used the Untraceable Extension Charm to raise animals. Newt Scamander once caused unrest in New York twice."

"That's why Newt Scamander was banned from entering the country by multiple wizarding governments around the world, and was even wanted by the Magical Congress of the United States for several weeks." Melvin said with a serious expression, "The climate of Hogwarts and the Forbidden Forest is not suitable for raising dragons. The Undetectable Extension Charm doesn't work either, and unofficial organizations and individuals are not allowed to raise dragons. As a good and law-abiding wizard, I will not help Hagrid continue to break the law."

"What should we do?"

"Send Norbert away."

Hagrid choked and started to cry again: "Poor little fellow..."

Melvin looked at Hagrid, who was taller than him even when he sat down, with a helpless expression: "Send him away, not release him into the wild."

"Where is that?" Hagrid was shocked.

"The Carpathian Mountains." Melvin paused before explaining in detail, "It's what we often call the Romanian Fire Dragon Sanctuary. The climate there is suitable for Fire Dragons to grow and reproduce. They are cared for by professional breeders, and other Norwegian Ridgebacks teach them how to hunt and fly."

"Romania? Charlie is right there!" Ron's eyes widened, somewhat unable to accept that after all the trouble he had gone through selling his own portrait, this was the result.

But no one paid any attention to him. Hermione frowned and said, "Even if Romania can adopt Norbert, Norbert is not registered with the Ministry of Magic. It is illegal to transport the dragon privately, right?"

Hagrid nodded. When it came to magical creatures, he knew the law.

Failure to register meant that legitimate channels could not be used. The Floo Network, which was supervised by the Department of Transportation, could not be used within the country, and officially manufactured port keys could not be used abroad. This kind of cross-border or even intercontinental transportation could not rely on wizards to move it step by step.

"A tavern owner friend of mine can help. He has his own private Portkey channel, which goes from Hogsmeade to Birmingham and then moves twice to Romania."

Melvin gestured briefly, explaining the key points of smuggling with the air of a lecture, detailed and specific: "If you're worried about the portkey, you can also use the transportation route of a grocer, who will transport you from Hogsmeade to London, then take the English Channel ferry, and then go through France and Belgium..."

"There is a black market transit station in the underground port of Nice, and there is a private magic trade market in the Brasov area. We have avoided the Ministries of Magic of various European countries throughout the process, and they will definitely not find out about you."

Hagrid silently memorized several market locations.

Hermione was very surprised: "Smuggling?! Smuggling exists in the Dragon Sanctuary?"

"The Romanian trade routes lead to the entire world. Some of it is legitimate business, and some is smuggling. Every year, a massive amount of dragon-related materials flow out. The accumulated dragon feces needs to be cleaned up, the blood from male dragons fighting each other pollutes the soil, and there are also shed dragon scales and dragon fangs... As long as it doesn't harm the dragons, the Ministry of Magic of each country tacitly allows this trade to exist. After all, protected areas also need to generate income."

The three students were a little dumbfounded and couldn't believe it.

"If you're still worried, you can contact Charlie Weasley. Easter vacation is coming soon. He can ask his classmates or colleagues to help with the transportation."

"No need, just use the portkey." Hermione made the final decision, very much like Professor McGonagall.

"..."

Hagrid had no objection, like a good student correcting his mistakes after being criticized.

As the night deepened, several people left the cabin and returned. Walking along the path in the middle of the field, they saw the candlelight of the castle in the distance. It was still some time before the lights were turned off.

"Actually, we can wait until the Easter holidays. Norbert won't be exposed in the short term, and Norbert can spend more time with Hagrid." Melvin chuckled.

"..."

The little witch looked up and stared at him, not wanting to pay attention to the professor's bad taste.

As they entered the hallway, the three little ones immediately said goodbye to the professor and gathered together to discuss what would happen tonight.

"After all this fuss, the solution actually falls on Charlie. If only we had come up with a solution sooner," Ron muttered. "In the end, we have to sign an agreement with the professor to extract his memories to help him make that movie."

"..."

Harry and Hermione squinted at him, thinking that he didn't seem very bright.

"What are you looking at? Why are you staring at me?"

"Ron, think about Quidditch! Even if it weren't for Norbert's incident, if the professor had told us normally, we would have agreed." Harry paused, "At least Hermione and I would have agreed."

Hermione nodded in agreement.

"Then why did he negotiate with us as a condition?"

“Of course, it’s to teach Hagrid a lesson.” Harry was exasperated, unable to understand why this guy, who was so quick-witted when playing chess, became a complete idiot when it came to exams and serious matters. Ron suddenly realized, then lowered his voice: “Speaking of which, Professor Levent said Hagrid was expelled from school, Harry, do you know the details?”

"I don't know." Harry shook his head.

Hermione showed a thoughtful look: "Find a chance to get Hagrid drunk, then ask him..."

Harry and Ron fell silent and looked at each other with complicated expressions.

……

Melvin said good night to everyone and quickly returned to the office.

The new material received tonight needs to be processed. The script has been revised and improved some time ago, and his memory material has also been basically processed. Now I will edit and splice the memories of several protagonists. Considering that there is no habit of adding subtitles to films here, the film has been almost finished at this point.

Melvin had been on stage before and had done a lot of similar things, so he was quite skilled and quick in editing.

The only thing left was the soundtrack, which was a bit inconvenient. Melvin chose some simple symphonies, all of which were works by musicians who had been dead for 50 years, to ensure that there would be no copyright infringement.

As for the versions I remember, they are all from theater concerts and records. Is there still a possibility of infringement?

Anyway, the Muggle record company couldn't sue him.

Considering that this was his first film, he wrote a letter to Wright, asking him to help connect with singer Celestina Warbeck.

Owl communication is a little slow, but its accuracy makes up for it. Wizards live at a slow pace, so they can always deal with letters as soon as they receive them.

So the next evening, Melvin received a reply from Wright, a short and special letter.

"I look forward to seeing your work soon. My fellow wizard and literary colleague, Celestina, sends you greetings."

It was rainy some time ago, the air was humid, the ink had not dried yet, and it was filled with a faint scent of lavender. The handwriting was not neat, even very sloppy, and looked a bit unpretentious.

Melvin read it several times and opened the package that came with the letter.

There are several glass bottles inside, and the silver mist in the glass bottles is quiet. It is the memory of the singing witch.

It's strange to say, I brought a portable record player with me before I started at the school, but I didn't anticipate the busy schedule of school, so I never thought to play some music, and the vinyl records just sat in my suitcase gathering dust. The first time I listened to music at Hogwarts, I actually played Celestina on the Shadow Mirror.

The tip of the staff picked up the silver mist and put it into the mirror, and the silver light flickered.

“Hu… Woo…”

The wailing of the banshee was a little hoarse after being distorted, and inexplicably had the texture of an old loudspeaker.

"You said you loved me, that we would never be apart..."

It’s still the song “You stole my pot, but you can’t get my love”.

This is a new album recorded with new equipment, and many of the melodies have been varied. Simple changes in speed create different styles. Some use light piano to create a soothing effect, some use dense drum beats to create a crisis, and various violins are interwoven to create a lingering and melodious sound.

This is an adaptation made by the singer for the background music, suitable for different plot segments.

To be honest, compared with Muggle music, many parts of Celestina's songs seemed outdated and even had a rustic feel, but Melvin was glad that he wrote that letter and was also glad to receive such a reply letter.

"You point your magic wand at my heart, you say you love me as much as your life, but your spells always fail..."

……

Three Broomsticks, Third Floor Compartment.

Melvin stood at the window admiring the street view outside. Behind him was the burly half-giant. Hagrid was sitting on an oversized wooden chair, rubbing his hands nervously.

The footsteps coming up the stairs gradually approached, and someone pushed open the door.

"Professor, everything is ready."

"When can we arrive?"

"Leave in an hour and arrive in ten minutes."

"Have you arranged for the contact over there?"

"Don't worry, we've made two preparations. If anything happens to Charlie Weasley, the person we contacted can adopt him."

"Can the mirror be sold over there?"

"Someone contacted me through the Budapest Black Magic Fair, but was unwilling to sign a contract."

“Budapest?”

"That's the territory of the remnants of the Wu Cui faction."

"..."

Hagrid scratched his head. He also knew the retired Auror. He used to be with Mad-Eye. He went crazy and didn't care about his life when fighting the Death Eaters. In the end, he became disabled and retired.

I think his name is Old Will.

I didn’t expect that a retired Auror would have smuggling channels.

Watching Melvin and old Will huddled together, whispering about profound topics, I could vaguely hear a few words and short sentences, about things like movie ticket pricing, distribution commissions, and screening times...

If you break them down separately, they are all words he has learned, but when they are put together, he can't understand them.

Hagrid stroked the suitcase in front of him, his eyes and mind empty, and he slowly fell into deep thought.

There were many mice and several barrels of chicken blood brandy prepared for it in the box, which should be enough for it to eat on the road. Norbert's favorite teddy bear doll was also put in it, so it should not feel lonely.

Norbert really couldn't grow up smoothly in the Forbidden Forest Lodge. In Romania, Charlie was taking care of him, and there were also various fire dragons of the same clan who taught him the skills of fire dragons. Just like little wizards stayed in school, little fire dragons should also stay in the protected area.

I hope it can have a happy childhood there and grow up healthy and happy.

Before Hagrid could finish his prayer and blessing in his heart, old Will grabbed the handle of the suitcase, and with his rough and powerful arms, he pulled the suitcase containing the dragon cub into his hands. Then he limped out of the room without looking back.

Hagrid's nose felt sore. Thinking that they would be separated from each other from now on and he didn't know if they would have the chance to see each other again, he couldn't help but shed tears.

"Woo..."

"hiss……"

Melvin felt a bit of a headache. The sight of a half-blood giant, several decades old, sobbing in front of him was truly jarring. "You're a gamekeeper at Hogwarts, a member of Dumbledore's faction. Why do you keep crying like a little girl?"

"I don't want to..." Hagrid sobbed, "but I can't help it!"

"Don't cry, I'll take you to Romania to see it during the summer vacation."

"Really!?"

(End of this chapter)