Hogwarts: A Chinese-Style Professor

Chapter 140 Tripartite Gathering
It worked!
I succeeded.

Harry, panting heavily, stepped across the swamp and in the blink of an eye, leaped to the top of the stairwell, escaping danger.

He stared in disbelief at his feet, a broad, triumphant smile spreading across his face!

Instant step.

Professor Li Wei's self-created incantation.

He and Cedric had been studying the spell since early March, but by the end of May they still hadn't mastered it—according to Cedric, they might not be able to fully master it until the end of the semester.

In fact, recently, he and Cedric have only been able to use the spell unintentionally by chance.

But today, just now.

He felt he could definitely use it—he had no choice but to!
With that determination, he actually succeeded.

Harry, furious at being tricked, turned to look for the culprit, only to see Cedric with the same complicated expression.

"you--"

The two quickly realized something, and a complex expression flashed in their eyes—they were both pleased for each other and felt a fighting spirit that refused to give up.

Cedric glanced at the almost completely wiped-out squad and said to Harry:
"How about we team up and catch the person who's been causing trouble behind the scenes?"

Harry was about to nod when he suddenly heard excited cheers and the Weasley brothers appearing in the hall.

It was them?!
Both Harry and Cedric were shocked, especially Cedric—how could he not know that two such talented people had emerged in the fourth year?
This swamp that almost swallowed half of the castle's first-floor corridor was actually created by the two of them?

He thought it was a group of seventh graders teaming up.
Unlike the bewildered Harry, Cedric, upon seeing the four people following behind the twins, instantly realized the answer—it was a formation.

They must have used the power of the formation.

But how could they achieve this level of skill?

Because he had only hastily mastered the formation yesterday, Cedric hadn't had time to experience its power.

Seeing the six people overjoyed at his achievement, Cedric once again realized the professor's formidable strength—yes, it was Professor Levy, and had nothing to do with the six people in front of him.

But the current situation seems to be a bit bad for him?

The Weasley brothers seemed to be in control of the group, and Harry, as a fellow Gryffindor, was naturally not going to back down after their previous declaration of allegiance was interrupted.

Fortunately, at that moment, the Weasley twins spoke up.

"Harry? Sorry, we six brothers have taken the lead today. The rest of you can leave now."

"I understand what you mean."

Harry gripped his wand tightly, took a step back, and glanced at Cedric again.

The two quickly reached a consensus.

Since the Twins have no intention of joining forces with Harry, their stance is more inclined towards the four Slytherins behind them.

So his alliance with Harry was naturally renewed.

Everyone was saying that a fourth-year Gryffindor was dating someone from Slytherin. Harry had thought it was just a rumor, but now he was starting to believe it—they were even targeting someone from their own house?
Seeing the six men so arrogant, Cedric's face lit up with renewed fighting spirit—perfect, let him experience firsthand just how powerful the professor's Three Talents Formation was in actual combat.

He refused to believe that these six people, who had only just mastered the technique, could use it flawlessly—he knew how difficult it was to maintain a stable connection with magic, let alone use spells together. These six people certainly couldn't do that in a fast-paced battle.

This is their chance!

Just as the situation was reaching a tense standoff, a voice suddenly rang out from the swamp.

It carried a steady strength, clearly piercing through the viscous air of the swamp. "So that's how it is. You were the ones who created this swamp? I heard the professor was teaching some new things to the fourth graders, I didn't expect it to be true—how unfortunate."

"I really wish I were a first-year student now, and could continue studying with the professor for another six years."

“George, Fred, you even attack students from your own college. I’m so disappointed in you.”

The swamp, which had already swallowed up all sound, suddenly began to twist violently!

Just when Harry and Cedric thought the battle was down to a fight between two forces, a third force rose to power!
Eight students, each with a different figure, emerged from different directions of the swamp, each enveloped in a soft silver light.

This silver light, warm and powerful, gradually coalesced into guardian deities of various shapes.

Hounds, hedgehogs, herons, eagles, horses, and all sorts of guardian spirits protected the older students as they emerged from the swamp, making them appear like celestial beings.

When the viscous magical swamp came into contact with the light emitted by the guardian deity, it hissed and gradually melted away, as if it were being burned.

"Guardian Angel Spell! So many students in the upper grades have unknowingly mastered this spell?!"

Cedric stood beside Harry, somewhat surprised.

Guardian Charm?

Harry silently memorized the name, planning to look it up at the library or ask Hermione after the day was over.

On the other side, Professor McGonagall, who had been silently observing everything with the Disillusionment Charm, finally stopped when the swamp magic appeared, unable to bear it any longer.

How come so many students have mastered this difficult incantation? When did this happen?

Surprise and astonishment filled her chest, making it impossible for her to even think of stopping it.

Now that she had mastered the spell, she would no longer treat these students like children. She chose to respect what they were doing, even if it seemed like nonsense to her.

Professor McGonagall recalled what Levi had told her earlier.

"The students' pressure may not be solely due to their studies, but rather because they have high expectations and demands for their grades, which is why they are so stressed."

Yes, since they have put in so much effort and reached this level, they naturally hope to submit a satisfactory report card at the end of the semester.

Professor McGonagall then looked at the Weasley Twins. These students were only in fourth grade, yet they could cast such powerful spells? This swamp was practically indistinguishable from a war spell.
"Uh—hahaha, everyone's here, what a coincidence."

The Weasley twins watched as a bunch of sixth and seventh graders resolutely walked towards them through the swamp, and awkwardly chuckled.

Quietly, their four teammates placed their hands behind their shoulders.

Without needing to communicate verbally, the two instantly understood what their teammate behind them meant.

Let's take them down! So what if they're older students?

Anyway, they've already gotten their money's worth at this point—aside from the students who were standing, most of the others have been wiped out by their magic.

"Brother—I'm so scared!"

Fred quietly retreated behind George, but the next moment he pulled out his wand and whispered:

"The ultimate bomb is coming!"

The next moment, the bomb they had placed in the auditorium suddenly floated up and crashed down on where they were standing.

"Split into pieces!"

George swung his wand with precision, detonating the ultimate bomb in mid-air before anyone could react!

(End of this chapter)