Hogwarts: A Chinese-Style Professor

Chapter 168 Life Transformation
During the rest of Livy's narration, Dumbledore and Nico remained absolutely silent.

But their expressions grew increasingly serious and solemn.

After Li Wei finished speaking, the two exchanged a glance, and Nicole had already seen the pleading look in Dumbledore's eyes.
With such a dangerous organization quietly emerging in the wizarding world, Nico's retirement plan may have to be delayed.

He didn't rush to express his opinion, but simply turned to Li Wei and said:

“Master Li Wei—speaking of which, is this our first meeting?”

He shakily reached out his hand to Li Wei.

Li Wei looked at his thin, aged arm, hesitated for a moment, then gently grasped it, but did not close it tightly.

Nevertheless, Nico's hand seemed to be unable to bear the strain, and it made a 'sharp' cracking sound.

Li Wei silently withdrew his hand.

Nico smiled gently and spoke first:

"I'm sorry, as you can see, although I do have an exceptionally long lifespan, I haven't solved the problem of physical aging—even if I continue to use life-extending potions, my body probably won't be able to hold on for much longer."

Li Wei was somewhat tempted by what he heard, but also somewhat regretful.

Is the immortality granted by the Philosopher's Stone merely such an inconvenience?

He would love to have a talk with Nicolas Flamel, but the current situation was clearly not the right one.

"This is not the place to talk—besides, the awarding ceremony is about to run overtime."

Nicole seemed to have guessed what Levi was thinking and continued to speak to him:

"Let's find a place to talk about this incident properly after the medal ceremony is over."

Li Wei nodded—after confirming that there were no other living beings in the ruins, the three of them used Apparition to leave together.

They landed at Nicol's temporary residence in Egypt.

The three then used Floo Powder to reach the Alchemy Guild via the public Floo Network.

The atmosphere in the hall had become somewhat heavy—because of the unusual celestial phenomena and exaggerated commotion caused by Li Wei—according to the investigations of the local shamans, the entire Nile River basin had been affected. Many local shamans believed that some kind of miracle had occurred, and they all knelt by the river and prayed to the sky, begging the gods to calm their anger.

If Dumbledore and Nico hadn't been there earlier, Master Nebamon would probably have already informed the Magical Council of Africa and mobilized all the Aurors to come here.

All irrelevant personnel in the hall had been cleared out. The secretary-general was standing in the center of the hall, coordinating the overall situation through magical artifacts. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the two masters reappear, with a mature young wizard standing side by side with them.

He had already seen Li Wei's portrait; it was impossible for him to be standing right in front of the real person and not recognize him.

"Dumbledore, Master Flamel, how are you?"

"Don't worry—it's all over now."

The two agreed not to tell anyone about what Li Wei had said.

"That's good!"

The secretary-general instantly relaxed, and then said warmly to Li Wei:

"This must be Master Li Wei, right? You look like you're not even thirty years old, you're so young!"

While chatting with Li Wei, the secretary-general gave his assistant a wink – since nothing had happened and Master Li Wei was already in place, they should invite the guests back and proceed with the awarding ceremony as scheduled.

Despite having just experienced a highly emotional battle, Levi quickly composed himself and regained his composure. His gaze swept over the pure-blood wizards in the crowd without lingering.

But in his heart, what these people represented had already subtly changed.

Caleb Nott had never felt such pain!

At this moment, it felt as if every inch of his flesh and every nerve in his body was enveloped by lightning, repeatedly burned and torn apart.
The remaining consciousness was mostly torn away by the excruciating pain, and the rest was completely swallowed up by a towering, monstrous phantom. "Qilin."

Even though he had escaped the place that terrified him, the magical syllables still echoed in his mind.

The feeling of being cramped in the space almost drained the last bit of his life force.

"Plop——!"

His broken body crashed onto the cold, hard ground, his only remaining right arm struggling to rise, angrily and powerlessly striking the invisible barrier.

Without the sixteen silent members of the legion, they were all gone in an instant!
The knowledge accumulated by the Nott family in this generation, and by generations of it, was all destroyed by that lightning bolt!
Compared to the pain of his body being charred by the lightning, Nott's mind was filled with the figure that drove the lightning. Unwilling, intensely unwilling!

"Thump—thump thump—thump—"

Nott tapped the barrier with difficulty, feeling no bitterness in his heart, but rather being overwhelmed and filled with rage!
This undeniable crushing defeat was undoubtedly the ultimate humiliation for him!

His confidence, pride, and the wealth accumulated by his family—everything—was shattered by that thunderbolt, impacting his body and subjecting him to constant humiliation in the form of excruciating pain!

What humiliated him even more was that, in order to survive and to continue the family's honor, he had to turn to other bloodlines.

Even though mutual help is considered a given among all bloodlines, he still felt immense humiliation!
Anger and pain continued to burn.

In Nott's increasingly blurred vision, an extremely beautiful scene gradually appeared.

Sometime later, he was already lying at the entrance to the courtyard, which was paved with marble.

Two kinds of rose petals, one red and one blue, were blown by the wind and gently landed on Nott's nose—he smelled a fragrance similar to grapes, and his nerves gradually relaxed.

Nott knew he wouldn't die.

"Caller, how could you lose so badly?"

"Hehe, did they fight with that Li Wei?"

The icy jade hands grasped Nott's mangled body from the left and right—his condition was dire; most of his torso was gone, the remaining flesh was carbonized, and lightning lingered in the few remaining parts of his body, determined to destroy everything.

Such severe injuries are beyond description; even St. Mungo's, the most prestigious hospital in the magical world, would not be able to cure them.

However, the owners of the two voices remained calm.

As the blue light of flowing magic illuminated the entire courtyard, a miracle defying all reason slowly unfolded in a place unknown to anyone. Caleb Nott's broken body began to gradually heal.
He didn't know how much time had passed when he opened his eyes and woke up, lying on the ground. The stinging pain in his body had completely disappeared.

He instinctively clenched his fist—his left hand, which had been shattered by the lightning, had begun to recover.

But such miraculous treatment comes at a price.

Nott looked up and saw two tall, almost identical young women in his line of sight.

They had the same deep blue hair as Nott, but they looked somewhat disheveled in the current situation.

The two girls' originally fair skin was now covered with a charred brown color, as if struck by lightning, making them look like broken porcelain dolls.

(End of this chapter)