Hogwarts: A Chinese-Style Professor

Chapter 185 The Sources of Pressure in Parenting

"Think about it, Li Wei."

Phineas's voice was full of seductive charm.

"Dumbledore won't give you these, and the Ministry of Magic is even less likely to."

This knowledge belongs to a much older and more powerful era.

In exchange for these favors, you'd be doing a quick favor for a dying man—a deal you couldn't be more worthwhile.

Li Wei nodded and said calmly:

"It seems I have no reason to refuse."

As for how much he actually agreed with old Blake's assessment...
Ultimately, if that knowledge were truly so powerful, how could the Black family, who possessed so much forbidden knowledge, have fallen to such a state?

By this point, he no longer blindly pursued the power or novelty of spells.

What's suitable is the best.

However, this deal was already within the scope of what he was doing; even if old Blake hadn't proposed it, he was already doing it.
"But—how do I know you won't lie to me?"

“I can tell you the location of the library and the magic key first—come closer.”

Li Wei leaned slightly forward, bringing his ear close to the ancient portrait.

The figure in the Phineas portrait also leans forward, with the lips of the person in the painting almost touching the canvas.

He used a voice that only the two of them could hear to 'inject' a cold stream of information into Li Wei's brain.

Li Wei quickly understood his method of hiding things—it was actually based on a principle similar to the "Spell of Loyalty"—by using a liaison to completely conceal a location.

As long as the person keeping the secret doesn't leak it, no one will ever discover that place.

“As a proud Slytherin, I trust you will not break the agreement, Levi.”

Old Blake was speaking with a hidden meaning.

As for having Li Wei sign a magic contract?
Signing a contract with a wizard of this level is meaningless except to cause displeasure to the other party—everything depends entirely on the other party's self-awareness.

"Don't worry, I'll do a better job than you think. Sirius will be home soon."

The deal was done, and Li Wei immediately turned and left—if he could, he didn't want to stay in this dirty and chaotic place for even a second longer.

Goodbye, Kreacher.

Before stepping completely out the door, he turned to the side and greeted the house-elf standing behind it.

Kreacher was clearly taken aback by his actions, but in the end he simply waved silently.

For the past two weeks, Sirius has been filled with surprise and satisfaction.

In the past two weeks, he has witnessed firsthand how hard-working, self-disciplined, excellent, calm, and intelligent his son has been. Even if he used every beautiful word to praise him, Sirius felt it was not enough.

But he discovered that even such an excellent son seemed to have his own troubles and pressures—he never seemed to be satisfied with his achievements.

It was as if something was always chasing him.

Sirius couldn't understand—even by his most critical standards, Harry's achievements were something to be proud of, so why didn't he see a hint of happiness or satisfaction on his face?

Sirius saw no smugness or youthful self-satisfaction in Harry; instead, he saw a composure beyond his years. Looking at Harry like this, Sirius's hardened heart completely softened.
He originally planned to kill Peter Pettigrew without hesitation after the start of the school year, clarify the truth, and then leave everything else to chance—if those people believed him, he would be exonerated and continue living his life. If they didn't believe him, they would put him back in Azkaban—after all, he would have achieved his goal by then, so it didn't matter which way he went.

But upon seeing Harry, he hesitated, his mind dulled by the Dementors, his soul tormented by the deep-seated self-reproach that had seeped into his bones day and night, and his rage after discovering that Peter Pettigrew had deceived him.
Everything was softened.

Harry has already lost his closest relatives; he cannot afford to lose his last 'family member' as well.

He will figure everything out, he will get everything sorted out—and once it's all over, he will reunite with Harry, and they will become a family.
Sirius quickly figured out why Harry was working so hard.

Inside the Gryffindor common room.

Harry was reading the emails his friends had sent him, with a copy of the Daily Prophet on the table next to him.

Sirius glanced at the letter in Harry's hand, saw that it was from his classmate, and then stopped looking at it, turning instead to the newspaper beside him.

His expression was somewhat disgusted—he knew without even looking that the Daily Prophet's contents must be related to him.

This has been happening almost every day lately. After the Ministry of Magic's large-scale search for him yielded no results, it seems to have become even more panicked and anxious, with negative news and rumors about Sirius Black flying all over the newspapers.

But today, things are clearly different.

Sirius Black leaped onto the table, staring blankly at the headline in the newspaper.

[Unprecedented good news! A golden generation is approaching!]

Sirius was engrossed in reading the newspaper.

The OWL and NEWT scores for this year's students have all been released, and not a single student failed!

This year, a total of fifteen students at Hogwarts achieved nine or more 'O' grades!
Ten students achieved scores of 6 or higher at NEW!
We all understand what a remarkable educational achievement this is!
Unprecedented! Unprecedented!
If we give our descendants some more time, when they grow up, all evil will surely be defeated by them!
Therefore, I, Fudge, the Minister for Magic of England, earnestly request everyone that if you discover any news of the villain Black, please try to notify us immediately!

The newspaper article was extremely exaggerated, and at the end it didn't forget to take a jab at Sirius Black—he no longer cared about that at all.

At this moment, his attention was focused on the section about student grades in the newspaper, and he was somewhat surprised and suspicious.

Generally speaking, if one or two students in a fifth grade class can achieve nine "O" grades, it is already quite remarkable and can be considered a sign of a wealth of talent.

If we add one or two more, it would be considered a "talent explosion".

But this year's Hogwarts actually produced 15?

Moreover, even NEWT... Isn't this kind of exam something that only a handful of the best students participate in each semester?
This year's participants were not only outrageously numerous, but their results were also excessively good, bordering on the absurd.

real or fake!

Sirius's dog eyes widened in disbelief.

But then he suddenly remembered something and turned to look at Harry—he remembered the other's perpetually pursed lips and dissatisfied expression.

Could it be that, not only the fifth and seventh graders of the previous year, but in just over a decade, Hogwarts' education has reached a whole new level?

Or perhaps, something epoch-making has happened in the wizarding world?

No, wait—think about it carefully, the newspaper said it was unprecedented, so it must only be this issue.
So, this is the reason for his anxiety about raising his children.

Something that has only happened in recent years has made this year's Hogwarts students perform incredibly well.

Isn't his godson, Harry, the best student in this class?
How can this be? !
(End of this chapter)