Hogwarts: A Chinese-Style Professor

Chapter 102 Suits are a Boy's Weapon
"I think we've figured it out. Get out of here, you fools."

The Slytherins shoved aside the Gryffindors blocking their way and prepared to attack.

Faced with this scene, Li Wei pinched his brow, feeling a bit of a headache.

I thought they had discovered something, but it turned out they were quite the heavyweights.

When will these students learn to work as a team?
Does he have to teach me this too?

If Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff students were here, they probably wouldn't be so reckless—but if they were, they would have always been very compliant with their own teaching theories, and things probably wouldn't have developed to this point.

However, although Slytherin students are somewhat xenophobic, they are quite united internally.

The twelve students lined up in front of Li Wei, each choosing their own angle, and then simultaneously raised their wands at him.

That's quite interesting.

Does this look like they're planning a dispersed attack?
Or will they be deceived by the loopholes they deliberately created?

The next moment, all the Slytherin students chanted the same spell in unison:
"Wingardium Leviosa (Floating Spell)".

Li Wei raised an eyebrow slightly—it seemed these students weren't entirely useless.

His previous performance wasn't entirely for show.

Li Wei shook his head inwardly, then waved his wand again, sweeping away all the spells flying towards him.

"how so!"

One student couldn't help but gasp in surprise.

Their aggressive attack immediately ceased.

Based on previous observations, Levi only made defensive movements when faced with the Levitation Charm—they thought this was the only spell that might work on Levi.

Despite it being a low-level spell that they looked down upon, they still used it at this moment out of "endurance."

But it still didn't work.

"You have 8 minutes left."

Li Wei remained standing there, speaking slowly and deliberately.

But he was completely different in the eyes of the students.

"What, you've stopped after just one attack? It seems the Gryffindor students have more guts than you."

"Make way! Let us have it!"

Encouraged, the lion cubs began shoving and jostling with the Slytherin students in the front row.

"Don't push, you idiots, the professor is lying to you!"

"What do you mean you're lying to us? You all acted all high and mighty, but then you just came up, cast a round of spells, and stopped. It didn't have any effect at all, did it?"

Even though there were only eight minutes left, the group of students were still arguing and pushing each other.

Li Wei watched them quietly, and thinking about what Dumbledore had told him that morning about the mysterious man, he felt a strange and intense sense of disconnect.

But that's normal, isn't it?

His eyes were lowered.

The predecessors worked tirelessly, one after another, so that future generations could live without worries.

However, given that the mysterious figure is about to arrive, the entire magical world should be on high alert, yet these people remain so lax.

He simply could not agree with Dumbledore's educational philosophy and political views.

Although teenagers are naive, they are far more mature and stronger than adults imagine. They should be dressed up in suits, educated with responsibility, and armed with magic.
By the time Li Wei came to his senses, all the students were already lying on the ground.

He did nothing.

But for a wizard of his caliber, the mere expression of his surging thoughts is enough for magic to spontaneously manifest in his will.

The result is the scene before us—the mere resonance of the magic on the body's surface and the oppressive force created by the external magic have rendered the half-grown child unable to move.

This method of application is quite useful against low-level wizards, but it becomes somewhat redundant in battles between wizards of the same level.

Li Wei withdrew his magic and quietly checked the physical condition of the group of young wizards.

"Well, thankfully, there's no injury. It looks like he was just forcibly pinned down." Li Wei was relieved, his expression calm.

But the young wizards could no longer look at him calmly.

If Li Wei's previous resistance to the spell was merely beyond their comprehension, then what he just said was beyond their understanding.

They had no idea what Li Wei had done—could it be a spell even more powerful than a high-level incantation? But what could it be? And it didn't seem like it at all.
For a moment, the classroom seemed deathly silent.

Just then, the bell rang, signaling the end of get out of class.

Li Wei glanced at the students in the classroom—now everyone looked like wilted eggplants, listless and dejected. Their once bold gazes, which had dared to meet his eyes, had lost their edge as their proud heads drooped.

"Challenge failed. For the next month, all of you will have double the workload. Does anyone have any objections?"

No one spoke.

No one even dared to look up at Li Wei's expression.

They just looked down at their shoes like quails.

"Very good, then I will assign today's homework."

Everyone go back and copy my "Five Stages of Spellcasting" ten times, without using a mechanical quill, and write me a reflection that is no less than nine inches long.

In addition, copy all the key points of the rhythm and spelling of low-level spells twenty times, and also write a personal reflection of no less than nine inches, as well as your thoughts and explorations on methods to enhance the power of low-level spells.

Privately, each of you must practice all the basic spells a thousand times this week, record the changes, and also write a personal reflection of no less than nine inches—if the content does not satisfy me, I will send it back for you to rewrite.

If I'm still not satisfied, I'll put you in solitary confinement, and I'll supervise it myself.

Our goal for the rest of the semester is to practice these basic spells like crazy—anyone have any objections?

Still, no one spoke.

A student couldn't help but want to sneeze, but he managed to hold it in and swallowed the slug.

No one laughed at him.

Because some people are about to burst and can't hold their pee anymore.

"Today is Wednesday. You can finish your homework by next Wednesday at the latest. The class monitor doesn't need to collect it in advance. Everyone should bring it to class next Wednesday for me to check."

get out of class dismissed.

Silence remained; no one moved.

Li Wei ignored them and turned to leave the classroom.

Only when his footsteps faded into the distance and could no longer be heard did some students dare to walk to the classroom door and quietly peek out.

"gone."

He let out a soft breath.

"call--!"

Sighs and lamentations filled the classroom.

The two groups of students, with their distinctly different personalities, belatedly looked at each other and saw the undispelled shock in each other's eyes.

"Hum-"

Someone chuckled softly first.

The laughter then spread throughout the classroom, and everyone laughed—except for the student who was in a hurry to go to the toilet.

Unfortunately, he didn't make it out of the classroom.

"boom--"

A Slytherin student and a Gryffindor student standing guard at the door exchanged a glance, and together they closed the classroom door.

"What happened today is a secret that belongs only to our class."

They began to plot how to learn as much as possible from such a brilliant professor in the time to come.

(End of this chapter)