Hogwarts: Who made her a professor?

Chapter 91 The value of the Wizarding Weekly is still increasing.

Chapter 91 The value of the Wizarding Weekly is still increasing.

The next morning, the weather was gloomy and overcast, and the air was filled with an unpleasant sense of oppression.

The students arrived at the auditorium in a daze, their eyes half-open and half-closed. Bowls of porridge, plates of pickled herring, and mountains of bread slices failed to awaken their taste buds.

After a while, hundreds of owls swarmed in, circling the auditorium and dropping letters and packages among the students.

Among the flock of owls, one particularly noticeable old owl stood out because it was carrying a red envelope in its beak.

The students instinctively looked towards the faculty section, and then towards Professor Blake, who was clearly still half asleep.

Around this time last year, Belvina, then a fresh-faced newcomer, received a letter yelling at her, which shocked the students for a long time.

To the students' surprise, the old owl did not fly to the faculty seating area, but instead crashed headfirst onto the Gryffindor table and fell into the milk jug, splashing milk and feathers all over the Gryffindors.

Then, a huge sound exploded in the auditorium. The middle-aged woman's roar was full of confidence, with a kind of beauty that was regular and heavy.

Belvina, sitting in the faculty section, was suddenly awakened, startled by the shouting of her cousin, who was related to her by marriage.

Holy crap, this is terrifying!

"...If they fire you for stealing the car, I wouldn't be surprised at all. Just wait and see how I deal with you then. You probably haven't even considered how your father and I felt when we found the car was gone—"

They drove a flying car all the way from London to Scotland, and even crashed into the Whomping Willow. Harry and Ron didn't die from the fall or from being whipped by the Whomping Willow, and they didn't even lose any house points. They were just put in solitary confinement.

The howling letter Mrs. Weasley sent early in the morning was nothing to brazen enough; it was just a drop in the ocean.

The truly unfortunate one is Mr. Weasley, who will have to undergo an internal review by the Ministry of Magic, and the lightest outcome will be a pay cut or a fine.

Amidst the deafening roar of the shouting letter, everyone perked up, shaking off the drowsiness and lethargy of the first day of the new semester.

After breakfast, the fourth-year and second-year students left the castle. The second-year students went to the greenhouse for herbalism class to learn how to care for mandrake, while the fourth-year students went to Muggle studies class.

The Weasley twins, Cedric, and the others walked along the sloping grass and saw Belvina standing on a flat lawn in the distance, with a row of Muggle bicycles beside her.

"Believe me, ladies and gentlemen, I didn't expect the weather to be this bad today," Belvina said with a smile. "I don't want to be chased by Mr. Filch, so I'm afraid I'll have to trouble you."

As she spoke, Belvina pointed to the row of bicycles and continued, "I believe you should know what it is after last year's lessons."

The fourth-year students looked at each other. Professor Black seemed to be the same Professor Black, unchanged by his behavior at the year-end party. He was still as approachable as ever, making people feel close to him.

However, the incident of storming out of the room still felt like a thorn in my hand—not painful, but something I cared about deeply.

Seeing that no one responded, Belvina remained unfazed and continued, "It seems you all had a great summer vacation. All the knowledge from last year has become dessert, and you've eaten it up."

Students are easily fooled; they'll feel close to Belvina after just a few words, and they'll stand up and applaud when she stops Quirrell.

Students are not easily fooled; they are perceptive of who treats them well. Belvina's behavior at the year-end party hurt them and made them feel betrayed.

That's why the Muggle studies class was rather quiet; the students were expressing their dissatisfaction with their silence, and Belvina had essentially shot herself in the foot.

"These strange things are bicycles, Muggle transportation," Belvina said, without any displeasure.

On the contrary, they are happy to see students express their emotions.

However, Belvina was not about to humiliate herself; she was prepared to give a one-woman show in this class and would not ask the students any more questions.

Belvina walked over to the row of brand-new bicycles, hopped on one of the blue mountain bikes, and rode around the students. These mountain bikes were all bought through legitimate channels; since Sirius Black paid for them, she didn't feel the pinch at all.

"The first bicycle was made by French Muggles at the end of the 18th century, and another account says that it was invented by German Muggles in the 19th century," Belvina said as she rode around the students.

The students who were being difficult initially remained still, but after a while, their eyes began to follow Belvina's movements.

"Bikes powered by pedals are not only an environmentally friendly mode of transportation, but also a way to exercise," Belvina continued. "They are also a form of competitive sport."

As she spoke, Belvina came to a steady stop in front of the students. Tall and long-legged, she supported herself on one leg. If the bicycle were replaced with a motorcycle, her movements would appear particularly graceful.

"It has to be said that Muggles have a much richer entertainment life and more sporting events than wizards," Belvina said with a smile. "I believe those who are familiar with Muggle society will agree."

After a brief demonstration, Belvina began to divide the students into pairs, with one student riding the bicycle and the other holding the back of the bicycle seat to prevent them from falling.

Although the students were being difficult, they were obedient when they needed to be. They quickly formed groups and began trying out the Muggle mode of transportation.

On the flat lawn, bicycles wobbled along, and even with one person riding and another holding on, some people still fell. Fortunately, the grass was soft, and no one was injured from the bumps and knocks.

"Looks like I overestimated you guys," Belvina shouted. "I should have put those Muggle kids' wheelchairs on too, so you wouldn't fall so badly—Fred Weasley, put your hands on the handlebars!"

Some people learn very slowly, and even with someone helping them, it's difficult for them to take a single step forward.

Some people learn very quickly. The Weasley twins not only mastered riding a bicycle at lightning speed, but even unlocked the more advanced off-handle style on their own!

"Professor Black, I'm not Fred, I'm George!" Fred said with a wicked grin, while George beside him put on an innocent face.

Fred released the handlebars, spread his arms, and propelled the bicycle swiftly along the slightly sloping lawn. Although the speed was far less than that of a flying broomstick, it gave Fred a completely different experience.

"I don't care who's who between you two, get back here right now!" Belvina yelled. "I'll count to three!"

Fred reluctantly rode his bicycle back, taking as long as he sped down the lawn to return.

The front of the car was crooked and wobbly, like a beginner.

Fortunately, apart from the Weasley twins, no other daring or mischievous students appeared, and no one went to experience the thrill of letting loose, thus increasing Professor Black's blood pressure.

Students who are relatively good at flying broomsticks learn to ride bicycles faster, while those who are relatively less good at flying learn at a slower pace.

This lesson was an experiment for Belvina. While showing videos in class was easy, she felt that students should have more hands-on experience with real objects to gain a clearer and more accurate understanding of Muggles.

At one end of the Hogwarts field, fourth-year students practiced riding bicycles like Muggles, and some even secretly tried letting go of the handlebars to briefly experience the joy of riding without gripping them.

Meanwhile, in the greenhouse at the other end of the field, the second-year students weren't so happy. They were repotting mandrakes, and to make matters worse, Gilderoy Lockhart was there too.

Lockhart first launched into a long, enthusiastic conversation with Professor Sprout, explaining to him how to heal the Whomping Willow. Only Lockhart would do something like this: talk about plant care in front of the most knowledgeable person in Hogwarts who knows how to deal with plants.

Then Lockhart singled Harry out, believing that Harry drove the flying car to Hogwarts to become famous and boost his reputation.

The funniest thing is that Gilderoy Lockhart actually thinks he's more famous than Harry Potter, that he's the more famous one.

Lockhart even goes so far as to say that winning the Most Charming Smile award is more prestigious than beating "someone whose name can't even be mentioned"!

If Belvina found out about this, she wouldn't think Lockhart was stupid; she would only think that Dumbledore's brain was truly blocked by sweets.