Hogwarts: A Chinese-Style Professor

Chapter 167 Magic Debt

It was not the coercion Li Wei had anticipated.

Or rather, not entirely the same.

He had assumed that the group of silent people had been controlled against their will.

Even though they temporarily regained their senses amidst the roar of the Qilin, they still steadfastly protected Nott, who was destined to die. Were they completely brainwashed?
But if that were the case, Li Wei looked at the two Silent Ones who were completely charred, and a look of sorrow appeared in his eyes—not because of his soft heart or the actions of these people.

It was simply out of an older person's remorse for the unfortunate children.

"Feel sorry."

Li Wei uttered a soft sentence, and his magical power fluctuated again as he prepared to use Apparition to hunt down Nott.

But the next moment, the mark he had placed on Nott disappeared.

Li Wei frowned, about to continue the pursuit following the traces of the opponent's remaining magic—he had clearly seen earlier that despite the flesh wall formed by the Obscurians protecting him, the penetrating and destructive effect of the lightning magic still allowed the Qilin to forcefully bite and crush most of Nott's body.

Anyone else would not have survived such severe injuries.

But the thought of those fourteen silent survivors who died under the Qilin Thunder Law without witnessing Nott's death made it impossible for Li Wei to swallow the pent-up anger in his heart.

But just as the thought of 'hunting down' arose in his mind, a completely opposite idea appeared uncontrollably in his mind. His magic, which had never been out of control since graduation, suddenly became chaotic at this moment.

"Zi-"

Lightning surged wildly across Li Wei's body—a phenomenon of uncontrolled externalization of magic—and to perform Apparition under such circumstances would inevitably result in the creation of separate entities, which would be tantamount to suicide.

Thinking of the two silent people who had helped him earlier, Li Wei silently extinguished the thought of pursuing them in his mind—the almost out-of-control magic power instantly calmed down.

"A magical debt?"

Li Wei sighed deeply, somewhat helplessly.

Through subtle perception, he had come to understand everything that had happened before.

Two silent individuals risked their lives to ensure his safety from the aftermath of the Qilin's attack, but the debt they had to repay was:

At this moment, Li Wei cannot pursue Nott.

Could it be that, in some mysterious magical understanding, this Qilin magic would also cause him great harm—even to the point of threatening his life—which is why this magical debt was established so irrationally?

Levi's hand holding the wand drooped slightly as he recalled Nott's earlier self-introduction—one of the Seven Saints.

If there are seven such troublesome beings in total, then rushing to kill one at this point wouldn't be of much significance.

however.

This means that, in addition to this place, there are six other bases protected by the Crimson Loyalty Curse, which are housing an unknown number of Obscurial children.

Li Wei could hardly believe that such a powerful force, capable of destroying the world, would willingly remain trapped within the secret realm. What exactly was their purpose?
No—Li Wei thought of their powerful information channels and ability to control the overall situation.

Perhaps, they had already achieved their goal.

This world is still, in reality, ruled by pure-blooded individuals.

Li Wei stood there, lost in thought—it seemed his views on pure-blood families needed updating.

Whether these people are truly foolish, arrogant, conceited, or blind is another matter.

But they did indeed play a dominant role for the vast majority of the history of magic, and through generations of inheritance, they accumulated countless amounts of knowledge, power, and fame—through which they easily gained status and became deeply rooted in all aspects of the magical world.

"Bang!" The sound of firecrackers exploding suddenly rang out.

Li Wei turned his head and saw Dumbledore, who looked wary, and an old man also dressed in white robes—he had wrinkles like the rings of a century-old tree, and long, silvery-white hair that was draped messily over his shoulders like a spider web.

The name instantly flashed through Li Wei's mind—Nico Flamel, the only known creator of the Philosopher's Stone.

His expression clearly became respectful.

But Dumbledore and Nico's expressions changed far more dramatically than his—intensely!
"Li Wei."

Dumbledore surveyed his surroundings. The man-made lightning pool had not yet subsided, and the air was still filled with an oppressive magical energy. Various marks of lightning 'biting' were imprinted on the ground and walls.

His gaze finally settled on Li Wei, his eyes filled with disbelief.

In such a short time, he has already developed the legendary features to such an extent?
"You did all of these things?"

Dumbledore's voice was much hoarse and deeper than usual.

Who are you fighting?

He couldn't imagine any wizard in the world who could make Levi exert his full strength to this extent; even the best Death Eaters couldn't do it.

Upon seeing Dumbledore, Livy visibly relaxed.

"It's an organization I've never heard of before—they call themselves the Seven Saints. Do you two remember them?"

"The Seven Holy Descendants? Not Death Eaters?"

Dumbledore's brow furrowed deeply—the Horcruxes were progressing so smoothly, so why did this unknown organization suddenly appear at this crucial juncture?
Moreover, it's remarkable that Li Wei could achieve this level of skill.
"Have you dealt with them?"

"No—he escaped, and besides, I was only facing one of the Seven Saints."

"One person? Just one person has driven you to this extent?"

Dumbledore watched as Livy gradually shed his dragon scales, his voice rising in intensity.

"That descendant of the saint is not particularly troublesome. Although he is proficient in dark magic, he still has a long way to go before becoming a legend."

Li Wei understood Dumbledore's meaning and shook his head, denying the unsettling guess.

"The tricky part is that he can control sixteen Obscurus to attack me at the same time."

Li Wei pointed to the charred remains scattered on the ground. Dumbledore and Nico followed his gaze and saw small, shapeless, charred bodies. Their eyes were filled with sorrow and solemnity.

Especially Dumbledore.

His emotions nearly spiraled out of control, causing his magic to go berserk.

The thunderclouds that had not yet dispersed in the sky began to roll violently again, mirroring his emotional fluctuations.

Li Wei glanced at him and quickly recalled the tragedy that had befallen Dumbledore—his sister Ariana Dumbledore was an extremely rare Obscurus.
"I'm sorry—please continue."

"Dumbledore said softly."

His voice was almost inaudible.

Li Wei nodded, pretending nothing had happened, and continued:
"We both know how rare Obscurus is, so I suspect that this organization called the Seven Saints must have mastered the method of artificially creating Obscurus."

But what puzzles me is that at the crucial moment of the battle, I released that person from the control of the Obscurians, yet the Obscurians still chose to protect him.

(End of this chapter)