Hogwarts: This professor is too Muggle.

Chapter 82 Release
Friday, January 4th.

The last class in the afternoon was Muggle Studies for seventh graders. The review had entered its final stage. Everything that needed to be taught had been taught, and everything that needed to be practiced had been practiced. Normally, the class time was left for students to study on their own. The professor sat on the podium, and students would take the initiative to ask questions when they encountered any difficulties.

Occasionally, I will talk about some fresh and interesting content.

This lesson is about the period when Muggles and wizards lived together, the era before Hogwarts was built.

The students' minds have been filled with electrical appliances, Muggle transportation, Muggle etiquette and customs recently. They practice test questions with their eyes open and correct their mistakes with their eyes closed. When they suddenly heard such course content, they felt that their minds and souls were purified.

One by one, they willingly put down their quills and exercise books, listening patiently with focused expressions.

Melvin also spoke happily.

The previous casual conversations in the syllabus were originally intended to help students relax. There was no teaching review by the Ministry of Magic, and no constraints. Students could talk about whatever they wanted, just like having a chat.

"Hogwarts was founded thousands of years ago by its four founders at a time when England was going through a period of great turmoil and instability.

"Back then, the distinction between Muggle society and the magical world wasn't so clear. The ancient runes you learned were derived from the ancient Scandinavian script, which Muggles called Feysac. There was no paper back then, so they carved the text on ash sticks.

"Britain used to be an island full of magic, filled with all sorts of magical legends. Many wizards worked for Muggle lords, or served Muggle dukes, or even joined the army and served Muggle generals.

"Some wizards served as priests within the organizational structure of Muggle society. These philosophers and magicians possessing free will were called Druids. Muggle books record that their king, Caesar, once praised the Druids' knowledge, and many students traveled to Brittany to study and practice the Druid spirit. There were also bishops of the Vatican, astrologers, and Viking pirates...

"In the 11th century, when the Normans landed in England, before arriving at Pevensey, William the Conqueror promised his men that they would quickly gain wealth through war and that they would be given land and titles after victory. Many wizards offered unknown services to the legion...

"We have ample reason to speculate that they used black magic to help the army achieve victory, because after the Battle of Hastings, the inheritors of these territories were almost all nobles from Normandy, Brittany, Flemish, and France, and ordinary soldiers could only receive a tax.

"Many of the pure-blood families we know today have their own estates on this island of Britannia."

Melvin paused for a few seconds here to allow the students to fully imagine. The eyes of these seventeen or eighteen-year-old wizards were bright and it seemed that they had never expected that the pure-blood family was the wizard with the deepest connection with Muggles.

"If you know something about Muggle history, you might find that in terms of spiritual philosophy, the tenets of Slytherin House are close to the royalist and aristocratic bloodline values ​​in Muggle society.

"Salazar is a typical European surname. Perhaps we can guess that he was a Viking who landed in eastern England following the Danish King Canute."

The young professor narrated the story and the students listened quietly. The historical content of Muggle Studies was much more interesting than the History of Magic. The time span was longer and the characters in the story were more mysterious.

Melvin then talked about the history of the rise of some pure-blood families.

Take, for example, a pure-blood family whose surname is not disclosed. Their ancestral motto wasn't "Pure-bloods always win," nor did they exclude Muggles. In fact, they had very close ties with Muggles:
He hired peasant tenants in his territory to develop agricultural trade, and even used weather spells to control the climate to increase production.
Participating in Muggle nobles' trade in the Mediterranean and the Middle East, trafficking in rare goods using the Undetectable Extension Charm and Apparition;
Controls Muggle currency exchange and is deeply involved in lending operations.

In just a hundred years, they accumulated wealth that other wizards could not obtain in more than a dozen generations, becoming one of the richest wizarding families in England. They continued to annex the land of the surrounding Muggles and expand their already large estate.

In order to obtain the title, he sent the most handsome wizard in the family to pursue a duke's daughter, but he was despised for his low status and ruthlessly rejected.

It was not until around the 16th century, when the Statute of Secrecy was just being drafted and opinions from all parties were solicited, that they lobbied representatives of wizards from various countries and mobilized huge resources to try to overturn the bill.

Because colonial trade was at its peak at that time, they invested in their own fleet and prepared to participate in ocean trade.

There's actually no fundamental difference between wizards and Muggles; they all greedily pursue profit, and crave more wealth and power. This is human nature. Later, the advocacy of pure-blood ideals and the self-proclaimed pure-blood families were also driven by profit.

The little wizards had never heard of these interesting stories hidden behind history before.

With five minutes left before the end of get out of class, Melvin knocked on the desk to wake up the students who were still eager to learn: "Easter is coming soon, and the holiday starts tomorrow. It's a long holiday, and there will be a movie in the auditorium tonight. Don't play too hard.

"Considering that this is your last Easter at school, I haven't given you too much homework. There are three sets of mock tests. They are not mandatory and will not be collected for marking after classes resume. You can choose whichever you want to do.

“Again, check for leaks and fill in the gaps.

"get out of class is over!"

……

Charing Cross Road, London.

Spring has arrived in London. The ice and snow have melted, the rain has stopped, and the weather is neither too cold nor too hot. The leaves on the roadside are green, and bluebells are blooming in patches. The flower beds in the park look like a blue carpet.

After a winter, trade routes were open again. Plus, it was the holidays, so magical creatures from many countries and other races gathered in Diagon Alley, making the scene very lively.

The handsome wizard stood alone in the corner of the bookshelf. Fortunately, traveling merchants didn't like to go to bookstores, so there weren't many people here, otherwise he would have been surrounded by people again.

I just negotiated the profit from the new book with my manager.

These columns are all his works, his posters are posted on the bookshelves, his standees are placed in the bookstore windows, and his bright smile is fascinating. Only a few witch women are gathered around the bestsellers, and their praises can just reach the corner.

Compared to its heyday, its popularity has declined somewhat.

The books published during this period are all reference books and memoirs. The stories of the snow monster have been told, and the stories of werewolves and vampires have also been told. New adventure stories have not yet been discovered. The editor is urging me to submit manuscripts, and the penalty for breach of contract is high. I can only write something casually to satisfy fans and readers, and sales are not as good as expected.

Gilderoy Lockhart stood silently in the shadow of the corner, not in the mood to greet his fans, secretly worrying about the content of his new book.

There was a sound of footsteps in the bookshelf aisle.

A beautiful young witch walked in from outside the shop. Seeing several women chatting together, she joined them with light, quick steps. She sounded like one of the women's nieces. They were talking about how it was time for the Wizarding Weekly's "Most Charming Smile" poll, and this bestselling author had a good chance. Lockhart smiled, preparing to step forward and garner votes for himself.

At this moment, the young witch suddenly screamed:
"The time is almost up!"

"Then let's go!"

"Don't you want to buy a book?"

"You can buy the book anytime. There are only three showings of Mirror tonight, and I finally managed to get the premiere tickets." One of the women hurriedly left the bookstore with her friend and niece. From a distance, the middle-aged witch could be heard complaining, "Damn old Tom! He won't even give me a discount..."

"..."

Lockhart watched their backs as they walked away, his smile frozen on his face. His forward leg hung in the air before he silently retracted it.

The mirror in the tavern... Didn't the bookstore manager just give him a ticket?

……

As evening fell and the sky darkened, the oil lamps in the shops along West Overton Street were lit, blending in with the streetlights and making the Easter ribbons even more vivid.

Far away from the bustling city, the Crouch family mansion looked particularly gloomy, with almost no Easter decorations, few lights and torches, and only a faint light in the living room and kitchen.

The walls were made of light grey stone bricks and looked as clean as new. The kitchen was neatly arranged without any superfluous items, and the tables, chairs and cutlery were spotlessly wiped clean. However, for a family like Crouch's, this arrangement was too simple.

It was so simple that it didn't seem like the residence of a pure-blood family.

A short, frail house-elf emerged from the kitchen, clasping his hands together. He looked up at his master, who was resting with his eyes closed on the sofa, and stammered, "Master... I heard there's an event at the tavern tonight. Is it a football game? Young Master loves football games. Let him go and watch. He can wear an invisibility cloak and hide in a corner."

She glanced at the figure on the sofa, took a deep breath, tears in her eyes: "The young master hasn't been out for a few years, let him breathe some fresh air. If the lady is still alive, she-"

"He deserves it."

Crouch said coldly, his voice was very soft, but extremely firm: "What's being shown in the pub tonight is not a football game, but Potter. Let the Death Eaters overthrow that Potter."

"Sending Death Eaters to see Potter?"

He scoffed, his harsh tone causing the house elf's shoulders to tremble.

No one noticed that the candle in the kitchen also flickered.

……

"What are you two doing back there? Hurry up!"

On the streets of Hogsmeade, two middle-aged witches, holding their children, ran quickly into the Three Broomsticks.

The two people being urged to come over were their husbands, regular customers of the Three Broomsticks, Tuckerlot and Malcolm. When the trailer first aired, they were watching the match at the pub and had booked tickets with Madam Rosmerta before the match was over.

My wife and kids, the whole family is here, and it’s in the middle seat with the best view.

When booking the tickets, the two of them deliberately sat in different seats to ensure that they would not affect each other's viewing experience. After returning home, he gave the tickets to his wife for safekeeping and waited to watch the movie first on Friday night.

It turned out that the two hostesses became good sisters and they specially asked Rosmerta to switch seats. Now the seats of the two families are next to each other.

The thought of sitting with each other for hours made both of them feel uncomfortable.

As sad as it was, the movie tickets had already been sold out and it was too late to exchange them.

I went up to the third floor with my head held high. When I looked inside, I saw a spacious square hall filled with wizards and witches, all of whom were Hogsmeade residents.

"Mr. Froome? Mrs. Froome! You're here too!"

"Good evening, Mrs. Puddifoot."

"No wonder the streets are a bit deserted tonight. It turns out that half of the shop owners on the street are gathered here."

"Hahaha……"

The atmosphere in the theater was so heated that even Ms. Rosmerta felt a little nervous.

This attempt directly determines the future of Shadow Mirror. Although the pre-sale tickets sell well, wizards may not necessarily accept this new form of entertainment. If the attempt fails, many of Professor Lewinter's plans will have to be replanned.

"..."

Rosmerta took a deep breath and spoke loudly, "Silence!"

Under the gaze of the entire audience, she came to the large mirror in front of her, waved her hand to turn off all the lights in the theater, reached the tip of her wand into the glass bottle, picked up a ray of silver light mist, carefully placed it into the mirror, and then gently shook the wand.

Silver mist rippled, the mirror flickered, the screen went black, and a line of white titles appeared:
Freshmen Staying on Campus

(End of this chapter)