September 2, the official start of the term at Hogwarts. The first day of September was reserved for the students' returning back to school and the sorting of the new students into their respective houses.
Students from two houses were patiently waiting for their teacher to enter the classroom as they idly talked to each other.
The houses in question were Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs.
"Good Morning, students," A man announced his arrival as he walked towards the front. "As you know, I am your new Muggle Studies teacher after dear Professor Peterson unexpectedly passed in his sleep three nights after the last term ended."
The man in question was wearing a simple suit and tie, mostly worn by muggle people. Behind him were three stacks of thick books, floating towards the desk, mimicking his pace as he walked inside the classroom.
"Professor, may we ask why Muggle Studies was deemed mandatory starting this year?" A Gryffindor bravely asked.
"I see, Hogwarts has been behind with muggle education for years," The teacher nodded.
"So the reason?" Another Gryffindor raised her eyebrows. "I can't imagine I will need something muggle-related if I am to continue my life in the wizarding world."
"And I thought only the Slytherin students were prejudiced." The teacher shook his head. "Tell me, Higgs," He addressed the rude girl. "As a witch, what is our utmost duty towards with muggle kind?"
"Keep magic a secret, of course." Higgs, as the teacher identified her, scoffed.
"Then, say, you're a ministry worker who has been sent to a neighborhood full of muggles to investigate something, are you going to use magic in front of them to do your investigation?" The teacher questioned.
"Of course not! What do you think I am? A troll?"
"Then how would you investigate a scenario without using magic, in front of a muggle audience?"
The teacher transfigured his desk into that of a life-sized white doll, complete with closed eyes.
"Suppose, you're an auror, and this is the body of who you're investigating, how would you tell if this person is alive or not?" The teacher asked.
Higgs stood up and looked closely at the doll.
"Of course it's dead! It's a doll!"
"Humor me."
"Fine," Higgs groaned. "The doll's not breathing, meaning, she's dead."
"How can you tell that she's not breathing?" The teacher questioned.
"Look at its stomach, it's not moving."
The teacher knelt next to the doll and pressed two fingers on the side of the neck and closed his eyes.
"Unfortunately for you, Higgs, the doll is alive." The teacher shook his head.
"Wha-! That's impossible! The stomach's not moving!"
"Murk, please come here, and lose the robe." The Hufflepuff nodded and obliged the teacher's request.
"You're a half-blood, correct, Murk?"
"Yes, Professor." The boy, identified as Murk, gave his robe to the professor.
"You're well built for a half-blood, what sport do you play?"
"I play Quidditch, sir, but during the summer break I play either Football or Basketball." Murk answered.
"I see you've worn the complete set of uniform, which hides your body's figure considerably," The teacher observed. "I want you to lie on the floor, close your eyes, and breathe normally."
Murk heeded the teacher's orders.
"Higgs, what can you see?" The teacher's attention was back to the challenging girl.
"Hey, Murk! Are you sure you're breathing?" Higgs growled.
"Just continue what you're doing, Murk." The teacher announced as he gestured for another student to place her hands above the boy's face.
"He's breathing." The girl announced.
"H-how!"
"The rise and fall of the stomach is not a very reliable sign that one is alive or not," The teacher stated. "As we can see, it's pretty subtle that it could sometimes look as if he wasn't not breathing." The teacher explained.
The teacher knelt beside Murk and placed two fingers on his arm then placed them at the side of his neck.
"What I'm doing, class, is I'm checking for Murk's pulse, it's a big indication whether someone is still breathing or not, alive or not."
"Big deal, the aurors will be the ones who do all the investigating," Higgs scoffed. "And I'm not going to be an auror."
'I can see how it'd pose a problem if we'd just use a simple charm to see if the person is alive or not," A Hufflepuff voiced. "But wouldn't using magic be a lot easier when trying to interact with the muggles?"
"Well then, Cresswell, we wizards have the Lumos charm and candles to light a room, what do muggles use?"
"Muggles are not as advanced as us wizards," Higgs scoffed. "They probably just candles to have some light."
A lot of the half-bloods and muggle-born witches and wizards shook their heads from Higgs's words. She wasn't as bad as the Slytherins of old that want them subjugated or killed, she's still as prejudiced as them.
"Wrong again, Higgs." The teacher shook his head.
"Fulmine"
A lightning bolt came out of the teacher's wand and struck the roof, as the students screamed at the roared that came soon after.
"That's what lights up every muggle household." The teacher explained. "We call it, electricity."
"You mean to tell me, tell us, that they harnessed lightning to light up their houses? All the time?" Higgs challenged.
"Yes and no," The teacher shook his head. "It's the same as lightning but it's not lightning itself." He explained. "Muggles are not as savage as you wizarding folk make them out to be."
"How so?" A pureblood Hufflepuff asked.
"Because one or two light bulbs can light up the entire Great Hall, as opposed to the many candles that are currently lighting it." Murk answered.
"Not to mention, the television." Another muggle-born muttered to herself.
"Or the computers" Another muggle-born whispered.
"In this class, you will learn how to survive in muggle society without resorting to magic," The teacher declared. "I am Professor Tadashi Hamada and welcome to Muggle Studies."