Hogwarts: A Chinese-Style Professor

Chapter 143 Party
Cedric never expected that battles between wizards would include melee combat.
Harry's stone sword swept him a meter away—then a beam of red light shot out from his hand, quickly disarming Cedric.

Cedric never expected that he, who had the advantage just a second ago, would lose so inexplicably.

But he quickly adjusted his mindset and put on his signature gentle smile.

“Excellent staffless spellcasting—it seems just like what Senior Joey said, that having mastered Instant Step means we've already stepped halfway into the threshold of advanced spellcasting.”

He grabbed Harry's outstretched hand, stood up from the ground, and felt somewhat emotional. He had noticed during training that Harry's combat talent seemed exceptionally high, and he could always pull off some amazing breakthroughs under pressure.

Unlike myself, although I am stable, I am simply unable to make such rapid progress as the other party.

"Just good luck."

Harry scratched his head—he didn't really know how he had done it.

"Clap-pop-pop-"

Suddenly, applause filled the air.

The two turned their heads warily.

Professor McGonagall slowly revealed herself, her expression one of undisguised satisfaction and admiration, a rare sight for her.

Harry had never seen such a look before—he had seen Professor McGonagall extremely angry at the beginning of the term, when he almost thought he and Ron were going to be expelled.

Professor McGonagall clapped her hands repeatedly, her footsteps clearly audible in the empty and messy auditorium.

"A magnificent battle, Mr. Potter, Mr. Diggory."

Her voice still carried its usual serious tone, but the warmth within it was undeniable.

“In all my years of teaching, I have rarely seen such a high level of competition among students—not just in terms of the power of spells, but also in terms of on-the-spot wisdom, unwavering will, and,” she glanced at Harry, “the extraordinary ability to find and create opportunities in dire situations.”

"Gryffindor gets 30 points for your brilliant duel!"

"at the same time--"

She then looked at Cedric.

"Hufflepuff also adds 30 points for Mr. Diggory's comprehensive skills and duelist demeanor."

Then, she waved her wand, and a stone pillar slowly rose in the center of the hall—Ravenclaw's crown lay quietly on it.

"Harry, go and pick up your prize."

Then, she stepped out of the castle, raised her wand, and unleashed a red firework spell into the sky.

Inside Hogsmeade Village.

Flitwick, who was selecting candy to offer to students when they visited, looked up and went outside.

"Oh, is it over already? I wonder what the castle will look like now."

Professor Sprout walked out of the Devsbank store carrying a fresh potted plant.

Upon seeing the fireworks, a gentle smile appeared on her round face.

"It seems the children have vented enough. I need to go back and see if Mrs. Pomfrey needs any help."

Inside the Three Brooms Bar.

Li Wei, who was discussing past battles with a flushed Snape, suddenly looked up and chuckled softly.

"Freedom Day is over. Guess which college's students will win?"

"So I'm saying—can't you get your stance straight?"

“You need to adjust your stance, Snape. The students at Hogwarts are becoming more and more united. There’s no benefit in constantly emphasizing the divisions between houses.”

Levi stood up and went to pay the bill at Ms. Rosemotta's, with his two assistants obediently following behind him.

“Take care of yourself, Professor Snape,” Giovanni whispered in his ear.

As Li Wei opened the tavern door, a cool evening breeze swept in, slightly dispersing the smell of alcohol and ruffling the hem of Snape's robes—he looked up blankly at the door.

In the distance, Hogwarts Castle stood majestically amidst continuous fireworks and magic, awaiting everyone's return.

The professors' day of freedom has come to an end.

At night, all the students gathered in the auditorium.

Thanks to the constant care of the house-elves, the young wizards were mostly unharmed, and Madam Pomfrey worked overtime to heal them all in no time.

Everyone seemed very happy.

They're having a party, and the time is limited to midnight.

Surprisingly, the party was actually proposed by Professor McGonagall—this was the notification they received after the professors returned to the castle.

This news is somewhat alarming.

After all, that's Professor McGonagall.
But when everyone entered the hall, it had completely changed – it seemed that Professor McGonagall had not only stayed at the castle during her day of freedom, but had also temporarily completed all the decorations for the castle.

The long table was rearranged and filled with delicious dishes carefully prepared by the house-elves. The ceiling was no longer a starry sky, but slowly floating with silver light and shadow representing the four houses: lion, eagle, badger, and snake.

Professor McGonagall even mobilized the castle's armor, tapping the shields lightly in a corner to a certain brisk rhythm.

The professors, not understanding what was happening, sat quietly in their chairs, somewhat uneasy.

The young wizards, completely unaware of this, were excitedly discussing the events of the day.

The Ravenclaw students at the dining table were rather silent—in the past, they would have been making the most of their time to work out as many problems as possible using their problem-solving guides.

But now, almost no one does that.

They were thinking about what had happened during the day—it was awful.

The three houses fought to the death, but the Weasleys stayed put and read books, while the Weasleys easily defeated most of them and were forced to leave their stronghold—they had already learned about the battle from others.

The Weasley twins were currently surrounded by a group of students, who were crowding around them and occasionally standing up to offer them drinks.

Even Harry, who ultimately won, didn't receive the treatment they were receiving.

"Weasley—our king!"

Whether at the front or back of the dining table, or in the center of the long table, you can always hear the excited little lions shouting this slogan.

If it weren't for Professor McGonagall's presence, they would be excitedly surrounding the two brothers and tossing them around in the air.

That swamp magic was such a stunner!
After everyone had finished eating, Professor McGonagall stood up in full view of everyone.

She was clearly overjoyed; everyone could feel the joy on her face.

"First of all, I would like to thank Professor Li Wei. It was his 'unique' suggestion that made this extraordinary day possible for us."

Loud applause erupted in the auditorium.

Professor McGonagall's gaze swept down, landing on the group of students she was so proud of.

“At the same time, I must also say,” she said with an unprecedented sense of pride, “that the magical skills, wisdom, and principles you have upheld in most cases have far exceeded my expectations.”

Her words made all the students straighten their backs.

"In my mind, there are no losers today. Every one of you has gained invaluable experience that can be applied next time!"
I hereby officially designate today as Freedom Day!
From now on, at the end of May every year, you will be able to fully enjoy your freedom!

“Now—” she raised her voice, holding up a glass of pumpkin juice, “enjoy the celebration you deserve!”

After a brief silence, the auditorium erupted in huge cheers!
(End of this chapter)