Hogwarts: A Chinese-Style Professor

Chapter 134 Hogwarts Under Martial Law

"Also, you need to practice a swamp spell beforehand—don't worry, we both know it, and with the magic power connected by an array, you'll learn it quickly—"

"—Imagine the scene where we use this magic together in the heart of the four academies as they begin to clash."

Just thinking about that scene made Gemini burst into excited laughter.

The four Slytherin students suddenly felt a little fortunate—thankfully they had agreed to the promises of these two madmen who had even abandoned the honor of their house; otherwise, they might very well have been part of the wretched army as well.

But now that the unlucky ones have turned out to be someone else, isn't that kind of interesting? It's very interesting, isn't it?

In an instant, he went from being a chess piece in a higher grade to the one holding the chess pieces!
"Any other ideas?"

A short-haired Slytherin took the initiative to ask.

"Of course there is—of course there is!"

Gemini sensed the change in their attitude and grinned happily.

The two of them worked together to pull a huge bomb out of a box, which had a colorful clown pattern printed on it.

“This is something we put a lot of effort into making – it even cost both of our scholarships.”

The two brothers originally had a "D (Dreadful)" grade in Defense Against the Dark Arts, which was the second worst. After Levi arrived, they began to realize the importance of magic for their pranks and worked hard to improve their grades to "P (Poor)".

Later, Professor McGonagall introduced the Progress Scholarship, which was specifically awarded to students who made significant progress in the class.

Li Wei's class also had clear indicators like monthly exams—the two brothers worked hard for two months and raised their grades from "P" to the minimum passing standard "A (Acceptable)".

Not only did they receive a scholarship of 7 Galleons from the school, but they also received a reward of 3 Galleons each from their mother.

The money in there is enough for them to buy two new wands.

They invested all that money in purchasing materials and put in a lot of effort to finally create this ultimate bomb.

"So—what is the effect of this bomb?"

"We're going to use it when the battle is at its most intense—bang!"

"They will all be affected to varying degrees—just you wait and see."

"It's a pity we don't have time, otherwise we would have asked Hermione to help us make a potion—she's really talented."

"Forget it—the compound decoction will take at least a month to prepare, there's no time to spare."

The two brothers seemed to feel that something was missing.

The Slytherins, however, were already swallowing hard. They were starting to feel a little excited.

Is this the joy of adventure?
It doesn't seem that bad.

Moreover, isn't this what truly aligns with the principles of a day of freedom? To throw the academy and school rules to the back of one's mind and simply do what one wants to do.

Their eyes met—did they have something they wanted to do?

On May 29, with the end of the last class, Hogwarts was placed under "martial law".

First, the professors breathed a sigh of relief at their upcoming vacation. Thinking about what these mischievous kids would do afterward, they didn't want to stay in the castle for a second longer and temporarily left—they decided to go to Hogsmeade Village to give themselves a break and have some butterbeer at the Three Broomsticks.

Aside from Professor McGonagall insisting on staying at the school, even the administrator, Filch, obediently left the school—mainly because he was genuinely a little scared.

Although the younger students were unaware of his past misdeeds, their relationship with him was relatively amicable—but it was hard to guarantee that the other students wouldn't insult him on their day of freedom.
Professor McGonagall hadn't expected any of this—when she saw that Filch was also leaving temporarily on Freedom Day, she pursed her lips somewhat unhappily.

The other professors are too careless; now even Filch has left. Are they really comfortable leaving the castle directly to the students?

She would never have gone through with such an absurd idea if Dumbledore hadn't been so vehemently in favor of a day of freedom—in fact, she thought he would have refused.

Thinking about this, Professor McGonagall became even angrier—it was one thing for her not to help her normally, but whenever she had important opinions, they were always contrary to hers, and lately she had no idea what she had been busy with.

Dumbledore, as the headmaster, is utterly useless except for his title!
Unfortunately, Li Wei didn't help her this time either.

As soon as the last class ended, Li Wei took the crown and went to Hogsmeade Village for drinks with two assistants.

In the vast auditorium, only Professor McGonagall was sitting in the classroom—the students finished their dinner in silence, and some secretly took a breakfast for the next day and quietly left the classroom.

Their mission is to launch a massive attack on any wizard who dares to have breakfast in the Great Hall tomorrow!
Everyone seemed preoccupied, and the atmosphere in the auditorium was somewhat solemn for a moment.

But the more Professor McGonagall saw her students like this, the more uneasy she became. There was a sense of calm before the storm.

At night, she tirelessly patrolled the castle, but she couldn't catch a single student wandering around at night—they all seemed to have made a pact to stay in their dormitories and rest quietly.

5 month 30 number.

The day of freedom that the students had been waiting for finally arrived.

Harry opened his eyes in bed and saw his five roommates, all with equally serious expressions.

No one is sleeping in—if someone does, they will become a disgrace to their college and a laughingstock to everyone.

Percy, a sixth-grader, and the prefects from the seventh grade stood in front of the notice board, staring intently at each student.

Once most of the people had gathered, Percy straightened his back, raised his chin, and walked to the front of the crowd.

Before he could even speak, a blush had already spread from his face to his neck.

"Attention! Everyone, pay attention!"

He tried to attract everyone's attention, only to find that everyone was already staring at him with serious eyes.

"I believe you all know what day it is today."

This activity, approved by the school administration, was a special practical training opportunity.

"This does not mean that we can abandon all discipline and order. On the contrary, it is precisely at times like these that a wizard's qualities and understanding of the boundaries of the rules are truly revealed."

Percy had memorized his speech perfectly and didn't stumble over a single word.

However, what he said was all high-sounding platitudes, and the students quickly grew tired of it and began whispering among themselves.

"To be honest, he's a fool—just listening to his speech, I thought he had worked hard to win this day of freedom from the professors."

Ron and Harry complained quietly, feeling a little embarrassed.

"It's alright—it's not that bad. After hearing what he said, I feel that this event has become more formal."

Percy noticed the commotion in the crowd and quickened his pace.

"Now, let's take action!"
For the honor of Gryffindor, let's show our true colors and remember this.

No one listened to him anymore; cheers filled the entire common room, and then the seventh-grade students took the lead and rushed out of the common room.

(End of this chapter)