Hogwarts: A Chinese-Style Professor

Chapter 104 A Grand Stage

Snape compromised.

He would divide the students from the four houses, with him leading Slytherin and Levi leading the other three, and then have them compete against each other—Snape admitted the idea was very tempting.

He really wanted to give it a try.

But forget it.

He wasn't afraid that the students wouldn't be ambitious or hardworking, nor was he afraid that they weren't good enough, and he certainly wasn't afraid that they would actually lose to the students from the other three colleges—even if it was just to one of them.

Yes, he's really not afraid.

What's this?

However, Snape had to admit that he was genuinely interested in Livy's teaching philosophy—he wouldn't be able to learn Livy's ideas if they were taught separately.

He's actually been thinking about what Li Wei told him before.

Release the mental blockade that has locked you in. Let go of the pressure and experience the magic of the outside world.

If he can reach the Legendary level before the Dark Lord awakens, his actions will be more certain, regardless of whether he continues as an undercover agent.

Moreover, once the Dark Lord learns of Li Wei's existence, he will certainly not let him go, given his terrifying and limitless potential.

He could even imagine it.

The other side will definitely demand that all Death Eaters find a way to kill Li Wei immediately.

Although the Dark Lord couldn't defeat Dumbledore, Dumbledore couldn't completely kill him either—he understood Dumbledore, so he wasn't particularly afraid.

However, Li Wei was a completely unfamiliar figure to the Dark Lord.

The Dark Lord would never allow him to continue growing—he would definitely deal with the easier targets first before focusing all his efforts on dealing with Dumbledore.

At that time, if he possessed greater strength, he would naturally be valued more by the other party.

In the dimly lit, damp basement office, Snape sat in a chair, one hand stroking his chin, deep in thought.

Dinner time ends early at 6 p.m. on Friday.

Having been notified in advance, the young wizards left the hall in an orderly manner.

Professor McGonagall then took the lead, with Flitwick and Levi decorating the Great Hall together—as for Snape, Professor McGonagall did not actively invite him to help.

Because she didn't want the Great Hall to be decorated entirely in a Slytherin-related style—although Levi was a Slytherin, he was far more discreet than Snape.

Professor McGonagall is growing to like him more and more—with Levi around, she feels she can consult him about anything.

He was far more reliable than Dumbledore and Snape, and the students trusted him—their dueling class was originally intended to resolve the issue of the young wizards fighting randomly in the castle.

But ever since Li Wei woke up, I don't know if it was just my imagination.

Professor McGonagall felt that the number of brawls had been decreasing day by day in recent days—and there hadn't been any at all today.

Li Wei's dueling rules haven't even been implemented yet!
This made it seem as if things were being set up specifically for her and Flitwick. Although no one would think that way, Professor McGonagall still felt a little embarrassed.

Just as she was lost in thought, Professor Flitwick descended from the sky, stepping on several thick books—his wand flashed with arcs of light, and a blue ribbon printed with a Ravenclaw eagle cascaded down from the dome as he fell.

Li Wei stood in the middle of the corridor, separating all the tables and chairs, and temporarily doubled the size of the auditorium, dividing it into a viewing platform and a battle platform.

They raised the viewing platform to the height of a two-story building and added stairs, then cast a magical protective barrier around the edge of the battle arena.

This way, the two professors can freely perform on stage while ensuring a good viewing experience for the young wizards. Since it's already the second time, it naturally has to be even better than the first.

Moreover, exposing the young wizards to a wider world helps these frogs in a well, who have only just learned some combat skills and don't even know who they are, to understand how truly top-tier wizards fight.

Professor McGonagall snapped out of her daze, and gold and red tassels appeared at the tip of her wand, automatically weaving into a huge Gryffindor lion banner, which was hung from the dome on the east side of the Great Hall.

When the young wizards arrived at the Great Hall, everyone who saw it for the first time couldn't help but exclaim "Wow!"

As for the hundreds of candles burning around the hall and the magical weather on the ceiling, which resembled a black velvet curtain, they seemed rather commonplace.

After all, they are all veteran actors; no matter how amazing they are, we've already gotten used to it.

Students from the four colleges ascended to the second floor of the auditorium and headed towards different branches—the observation decks on the second floor resembled four giant mushrooms, with two opening on each side, carrying students from different colleges.

Filch stood on one side of the entrance, hesitating whether to go up the stairs—he felt he had made great progress recently, so he wanted to observe the magic from a better place.

Witnessing the battles of top wizards would definitely be helpful to him.
But if I actually take this path, it will definitely cause a sensation among the students—how will they view me? I'm afraid the professors might not even like to see this.

Filch could not bear the thought of a disturbance occurring on such a joyous occasion.

It was at this moment that a first-year wizard from Gryffindor suddenly waved to him.

It was the student he had once caught and then released during a nighttime outing, Leighton Chiggins.

"Filch—come here!"

He waved.

The students around him stared at him with wide eyes.

"Are you crazy? Why did you send him over here!"

"He's not that scary—he's changed."

Layton explained to those around him.

Filch glanced at the main stage where the opening ceremony was about to begin, hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and went up!

"oh--!"

Some students in the crowd let out a soft gasp.

After seeing Filch head towards Gryffindor, they began to feel either apprehensive or worried—but nothing happened.

Filch walked among the students who had made way for him, licked his lips, and said thank you.

The voice was neither too loud nor too soft; only the Gryffindor students could hear it clearly.

They all laughed immediately and gave Filch the best viewpoint.

This group may be the most reckless, but they are also the most magnanimous and forgiving.
Filch felt a surge of warmth coursing through his heart—after casting aside his ridiculous jealousy and prejudice, he seemed to gradually discover the children's loveliness.

What were the things he did before?

While Filch was somewhat lost in thought, he suddenly heard loud applause.

All the young wizards clapped, and the Gryffindor students cheered at the top of their lungs!

At the stage, shrouded in red curtains, the curtains were slowly drawn back amidst the anticipation of the crowd.

(End of this chapter)