Hogwarts: A Chinese-Style Professor

Chapter 235 The Out-of-Control Dementors

Sirius Black has a personality that makes him unable to keep things to himself.

If Camille hadn't been so close, he would have loved to push past Joey and confront Li Wei.

That's your assistant. She's carrying such a heavy burden, and you're completely ignoring her?

Although he had only spoken seriously with Camille once, he still quite liked the girl—and he didn't understand Levi's thoughts on the matter.

Sirius was preoccupied with this unanswered question, causing him to scratch his head and become somewhat distracted during the Quidditch opening ceremony. Camille noticed his actions, glanced at him, and gave him a look that carried a hint of disdain.

Just like when I first met Sirius, only less obvious and more subtle.

Nevertheless, this deeply hurt Sirius.

His attention was not drawn back until Harry appeared.

As Ms. Hooch's whistle blew, fourteen flying brooms shot into the sky like arrows, and deafening cheers erupted from the stands.

Sirius's heart was firmly captivated by Harry's red figure.

"Harry! My God! How can he fly so well!"

Sirius Black turned to look at Levi with excitement.

"He flies even better than James!"

Li Wei nodded without speaking, a look of satisfaction appearing on his face—not just because of Harry, but also because of the speed, ball control precision, and tactical awareness displayed by all the players.

If someone has been taught by him for a year and still can't even control this much magic, and has no tactical thinking whatsoever, then he might as well start thinking about resigning from his position as professor.

"You're right! They all flew very well! Good kids—good kids!"

A cheerful voice suddenly rang out behind Sirius Black—startling him, yet he instinctively felt the voice sounded familiar.

Turning her head, she saw Professor McGonagall. At this moment, she seemed like a different person, with a faint blush on her face. She excitedly raised her hand, her fingers clenched tightly.

Professor McGonagall wasn't the only one who was excited.

Professors are not the only ones who are passionate about Quidditch.
After a whole year of trials and tribulations, and a long summer vacation, we welcome the first month of a brand-new new school term.
These Quidditch students had already undergone a baptism of fire, their performance far exceeding the immaturity and chaos of previous school Quidditch matches.

Even when flying with one hand, it can fly fast and steadily in the air, and its movements when passing and receiving the ball are clean and neat, with almost no chance of missing the ball or failing to pass it accurately.

Moreover, their actions and coordination clearly indicate that they have a tactical plan in place—something they would never have been able to do in the past, even if they wanted to.

In particular, the two Gryffindor batsmen—the Weasley twins—always anticipate each other's movements, and coupled with the 'erratic' nature of the wandering ball, every time they unleash a powerful smash, the Slytherin students suffer a great loss.

"What a beautiful and precise tactical pressure! The Weasley brothers, our kings! I dare say they are the best hitters in Hogwarts."

Commentator Lee Jordan's remarks were drowned out by a chorus of boos from the Slytherin side.

Professor McGonagall clenched her fist excitedly, her amber eyes behind her glasses shining brightly. "That's more like it! That's real Quidditch!"

Not far from her, Snape, his face dark, turned to look at the culprit, Levi, from time to time—the Slytherin students, though performing much better, were still at a disadvantage.

Whenever he was at a disadvantage, he would blame Li Wei!
But before Li Wei could sense him turning his head, he quickly looked away.

Fortunately, Snape was somewhat relieved that Potter, that brat, didn't manage to steal the spotlight.

He was being closely watched by Malfoy. Snape didn't want to think this way—but the fact that Malfoy could keep up with the current Potter was indeed a bit of a surprise and delight to him.

It seems that this fool has finally learned to work hard recently, and with great success.

Nevertheless, the situation was gradually tilting in Gryffindor's favor.

"Gryffindor leads 70-20!"

"Well done! Angelina scored! Gryffindor leads 80-20!"

"Oh? The two sides have already started fighting over the Golden Snitch! What a fierce battle, isn't it? But I dare say that the young nobleman from Slytherin, whoever he came from, will definitely not be a match for our Gryffindor Duel King."

"plum!"

Professor McGonagall uttered a disgruntled comment, interrupting the clearly biased explanation.

In the stands, Sirius leaned forward, his eyes fixed on Harry's figure, almost bulging out of their sockets.

"Faster, faster, James, you can do it."

Upon hearing the unfamiliar name, Li Wei frowned and turned his head away—while Sirius was completely unaware of this.

Suddenly, he looked up at the sky above the Quidditch arena, which had begun to darken.

It's still daytime, right? Is it going to rain?

Li Wei's brows relaxed slightly, but then furrowed sharply the next second—he felt a sense of disgust and nausea.

"what!!!!!!"

The stands erupted in cheers. Harry had caught the Golden Snitch, and everyone was cheering for him, but his face was deathly pale.

Suddenly, someone shivered uncontrollably.

The students felt a slimy, nauseating sensation creep up their shoulders—they instinctively looked up and saw three shadowy creatures in tattered cloaks silently appearing directly above the pitch, reaching out their rotting hands to touch Harry.

Fear gripped the hearts of the younger students, who seemed to recall the scene that unfolded on the train at the start of the school year.

Harry, eyes wide open, despite his exhaustion, raised his wand and, under Malfoy's dazed gaze from a short distance away, recited:

"Expecto Patronum!"

howl!!!
A clear, thunderous roar echoed across the stadium, followed by distinct, detailed chewing sounds.

All the students saw it. A wolf.

A towering white wolf, composed of condensed silver flames, swallowed all the disgusting and evil monsters in its bloody maw—it had already reached the very end of the monsters' bodies and was about to devour them completely.

The children stared blankly at its silhouette.

The flowing yet powerful lines extend from the broad shoulders to the waist and abdomen, with the light and shadow of each hair as clear as silver threads, swaying gently in the wind, sacred yet powerful, and exquisitely beautiful.

This Patronus... is it Harry's?!
The entire Quidditch stadium was in shock.

Harry too.

(End of this chapter)