Hogwarts: This professor is too Muggle.

Chapter 93 All failed

at dusk.

Melvin enjoyed his dinner while chatting with Professor Flitwick. The house-elves had already started preparing for the year-end dinner, and the meals during this period were much more sumptuous.

Flitwick crushed the potatoes on his plate, glancing frequently toward the hallway, and asked in a shrill voice, "Should they be here soon?"

"Well, Professor McGonagall has gone to the school gate to meet us." As a special consultant to the Examinations Authority, Melvin received news early on that a working group from the Examinations Authority would arrive at the school today.

"Minerva?"

"Who else?"

"..."

The two glanced at the middle seat of the guest of honor. The principal was not there and they didn't know what he was busy with.

At seven o'clock in the evening, there was a faint noise coming from the direction of the hallway. Melvin and Professor Flitwick looked at each other, wiped their mouths, stood up and walked down from the guest of honor seat to greet them.

Many young wizards noticed that the sixth and seventh grade students seemed a little restless. After a brief exchange, the entire auditorium knew that the Examination Administration working group had arrived.

Hermione's eyes moved, following the professor's figure, then she turned and looked towards the hallway, where she saw several elderly wizards in the distance.

"what!"

The four long tables of the college were filled with chattering sounds, and many girls even screamed at the top of their lungs.

To be honest, they are too old, very old and ugly.

He was as thin as the Whomping Willow in autumn and winter, with skin hanging loosely on his bones. Age spots and twisted veins could be seen on his pale cheeks. His gray hair was sparse and soft. His cloudy eyes rolled in his shrunken eye sockets, bloodless, like a specimen soaked in water.

"Ms. Marchbank, Professor Tofty." Melvin greeted them with a smile.

The hunchbacked witch standing in the center of the front row was none other than Ms. Marchbank, the long-unseen director of the Examinations Authority. Her face seemed to have more wrinkles, densely packed like a spider web, but she seemed in good spirits and had a resonant voice.

Next to him was Professor Tofty, with an ugly and scary tumor.

The two old wizards were discussing the arrangements for this year's exams. They were responsible for invigilating the wizard level exams every year. This kind of close contact with young wizards always brought comfort to their old souls.

"Oh, Melvin, we meet again."

Ms. Marchbanks became more and more like a little old lady. She happily pulled Melvin aside to talk, "I've seen the movie that was released on Easter. We've all seen it. It's very good and very interesting. The wizarding world needs something new and interesting like this."

"This is all thanks to you for helping maintain the mirror during the last trial." Melvin raised his voice slightly so that the hard-of-hearing old professors could hear clearly without sounding noisy.

"That's nothing. Clearing away obstacles for young wizards is exactly what we old folks should do." Ms. Marchbanks still remembered the scene of the last trial. "You were in a hurry to return to school at that time to deal with Quirrell's matter, right? Dumbledore was in a hurry and refused to say anything. Now we can finally talk, right?"

Marchbanks looked around the hallway intently, as if expecting the headmaster to pop out of a broom cupboard. "Where's Dumbledore? I have so many questions for him."

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips and had a blank expression on her face. Anyone could see that she was unhappy.

"Sorry...I'm stuck on a flight of stairs on the fourth floor."

Dumbledore appeared from nowhere and said with a smile, without any sign of nonsense, "Did you have a pleasant journey, Ms. Marchbank?"

"It went very well, very well. We've been here many times before! Every year, for over a hundred years!" Marchbanks exclaimed, not impressed by the perfunctory greeting. "Don't forget, I was the invigilator for your NEWTs."

"Of course I remember Transfiguration and Charms," ​​Dumbledore added patiently.

Marchbanks eyes showed a hint of nostalgia: "I remember too, you used your wand to do things I've never seen before. Young wizards always bring surprises to the wizarding world. You were like that back then, and Melvin is like that now."

Dumbledore nodded slightly. "Come to my office for a cup of tea, and we can talk."

"..."

A group of old wizards who were about two hundred years old were led upstairs by a young wizard who was a hundred years old. Their old bones were trembling, and many students were worried that they would fall. Fortunately, no accidents happened until they disappeared around the corner.

Melvin watched them go with a smile on his face. When the hall quieted down again, he turned to the Vice-Principal, who had been busy all day, and said, "Professor McGonagall, the transcript for the first-year Defense Against the Dark Arts practical exam is on your desk. Have you taken a look?"

"How dare you mention transcripts to me, Melvin?"

Professor McGonagall was so surprised she was speechless, her glasses flashing with anger. "The entire first year, all the students in the four houses, failed... How did you manage to get such a result?"

"Well, listen to me slowly."

……

Back to this afternoon.

The room at the end of the corridor on the fourth floor.

"...That's it. Is there anything else unclear?"

"no!"

After listening to Professor Lewynter's explanation of the rules of the exam, the students were eager to try.

So Melvin waved his wand to close the door and open the old trapdoor. The atmosphere in the enclosed space suddenly became serious and the young wizards immediately quieted down.

The students surrounding Hermione and the other two dispersed and lined up according to their colleges.

We had seen relevant videos during the Easter holidays, and Ron had been giving lectures in the auditorium for the past two months. Almost all the students present knew the content of the next level. There was a devil's snare under the trapdoor, which was sensitive to light and fire.

Further back were keys floating in the air, and giant stone-carved wizard chess pieces...

"Can this be considered a test?" Hermione frowned slightly.

"Maybe considering we're first years, it's good enough that we can pass it smoothly." Ron muttered softly, holding his new wand, which was fourteen inches long, made of willow, and the core was unicorn hair.

The wand no longer backfires frequently, and spells no longer lag or malfunction. He now feels incredibly powerful.

Harry looked at the cave below the trapdoor and had a feeling that Professor Lewynter's test would not be so easy.

The other students present didn’t have much idea. The exam was of a simple difficulty level, and they knew the questions and standard answers several months in advance... They couldn’t wait to start the adventure.

"In order of house division, Gryffindor will lead the way, followed by Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin..." Melvin stood next to the trapdoor, smiling. "Gryffindor warriors, begin."

Swish!
As soon as he finished speaking, before the other students could react, Seamus jumped in immediately, so fast that only his afterimage could be seen.

"Alas!"

The joyful shouts echoed in the cave, the lingering sound lasting for a few seconds before quickly disappearing.

This behavior of striving for the first place inspired the enthusiasm of other candidates. The other little wizards looked at each other with excited expressions and fiery eyes.

"Next," Melvin called out calmly.

Dean Thomas no longer hesitated. He walked lightly and jumped neatly. His movements and posture were much better than Seamus's, and he was very calm, without making any ghostly howls.

"next."

"Look at me!"

Ron took two steps forward and dived in.

Harry and Hermione hesitated for a few seconds before jumping. Only Neville, lagging behind, glanced at the professor when his name was called, said nothing, and slowly peered down into the hole. He finally managed to grab the edge with all ten fingers, but still couldn't reach the bottom, so he let go and fell. The other students followed suit, jumping into the hole one after another, each more swift and decisive than the last.

……

After successfully passing through the Devil's Gateway checkpoint, the little wizards' faces flushed with excitement. Their originally clean and tidy wizard robes became wrinkled and stained with dark red juice, with a fishy smell like a sewer.

Walk through the corridor and into a wooden door.

Melvin pointed to the towering black and white stone sculpture and explained to the students, "Because the key level is too time-consuming, we'll skip it. The second level is a giant stone sculpture of a wizard chess piece..."

"Professor, let's get started."

"Let's go first, Gryffindor. In groups of three, Dean, Neville, we go."

"Shouldn't we occupy the grid first?"

"hurry up."

"..."

Neville had no choice but to follow them onto the chessboard.

The stone chess pieces began to slide and move, and the game proceeded in the expected direction.

Seamus had heard Ron talk about this game of chess hundreds of times, and had demonstrated it dozens of times in the lounge. In the early stages, the chess pieces were manipulated to fight normally, exchanging pieces with each other, and finally one of them would play the role of a knight, actively sacrificing himself in exchange for a chance to break the game.

For students who know how to play chess, with the demonstration of the standard answer in the previous section, the attack of the queen piece can be avoided in advance, so all three people can pass the level smoothly.

Play the knight commander who is the most prominent.

"Dean, move four spaces to the left and front!"

"Neville, keep going!"

"..."

Finally, Xi Mo put himself in front of the queen, showing a fearless expression, and then rolled and crawled to avoid the attack.

The three of them jumped and ran to the other side of the chessboard, waving excitedly at this side.

Ron was smug, thinking the chessboard was his medal. Harry was grinning, while Hermione quietly observed the chessboard and saw that it had indeed not changed. She then quietly observed the professor, but still found nothing.

The other students' eyes immediately lit up, and they noisily began to form teams.

Melvin remained expressionless, glancing at the rookies calmly. He waved his hand to restore the chess pieces and board, "Next group!"

……

"Due to restrictions, the giant monster level can only be skipped, so..."

Melvin stood at the door of the room, which was blocked at the front and back, and pointed at the long table in front of him. On it were a pile of bottles and jars filled with brightly colored liquids, and next to it was a piece of parchment with a reasoning puzzle written on it.

"Seamus, are you still going to do the first set?"

"Of course!"

Seamus grinned.

Dean also nodded heavily, his eyes determined. This time he wanted to be a brave man.

Dean took a few steps forward and picked up the parchment. Initially, he was a little nervous, worried that the professor would change the puzzle, but after a quick glance, he found that the content was still the same: "Danger lies ahead, safety lies behind."

"Hey……"

Dean grinned, not bothering to reason, and went straight to the smallest bottle and the round bottle. Seamus and Neville each got one and gulped it down.

Neville smacked his lips, feeling the taste was a little familiar.

Dean turned around and proudly raised the empty bottle, indicating that they had passed this level.

Melvin nodded to indicate that their results were effective, and he took out two bottles of potion and put them back in their original places. The bottles were exactly the same size as before, and even their positions were unchanged.

"Next group!"

“That’s just copying the answers!”

This time Hermione couldn't help herself and looked up at the professor.

Melvin still didn't react and kept the exam going. He waited until the last Slytherin group finished drinking the potion and then calmly announced the end of the exam.

That afternoon, they passed three levels in total, and each time they passed easily. The little wizards all experienced the adventure of a warrior.

It’s a pity that the results cannot be announced on the spot.

……

In the vice principal's office.

Professor McGonagall looked at the schematic diagrams of the three levels, which were almost exactly the same as their original designs. She glanced at them and keenly discovered something was wrong.

Some of the Devil's Snare vines were smeared with a dark red sap;

The chessboard created by the transfiguration technique is smaller than the original one, with aisles left at the edges for people to pass through.

Professor McGonagall closed the blueprint, took a deep breath, and was silent for a moment. "I can accept the first two levels, but what about the last one? According to the puzzle reasoning, those two bottles are indeed the antidote, right?"

"Does a puzzle have to be true?"

"?"

"Defense Against the Dark Arts is a course designed to protect students from the harm of dark wizards. It's written in the textbook's preface: Don't believe anything dark wizards say, don't believe anything suspicious."

Melvin explained seriously, "When faced with bottles of unfamiliar potions, normal wizards should use their knowledge of potions to determine the type of potion by the color, texture, and viscosity of the liquid, rather than trusting any suspicious hints."

"I specifically consulted Professor Snape. The potions displayed there are all very basic, and except for those two bottles, the others are all correct answers." Melvin paused and added, "Professor Snape didn't want to pay attention to me at first, but when he heard that I wanted to make Harry and the others fail the course, he immediately agreed to cooperate and even generously donated the potions."

Professor McGonagall suddenly felt a little tired: "What are those two bottles of medicine?"

"The diluted scabies medicine isn't poison; it'll just give them a few pimples."

"..."

Professor McGonagall rubbed her brows helplessly and wanted him to organize a new practical test, but after thinking about it carefully, Melvin's behavior made sense.

After the adventure of guarding the Philosopher's Stone was made public, many students became impatient and felt that they could also complete the adventure and become famous in the wizarding world. This kind of test could make them face reality a little.

After thinking quietly for a moment, Professor McGonagall made a decision: "Don't tell the students this news for now. I will discuss it with the other deans tomorrow. Perhaps this method can be extended to other grades."

Melvin nodded: "Okay, Professor."

"By the way, the results of the Defense Against the Dark Arts practical exam will be announced this weekend. You will explain it to the students in the auditorium then."

(End of this chapter)