Hogwarts: A Chinese-Style Professor

Chapter 244 Who exactly is the outsider?

Li Wei left Dumbledore's office somewhat displeased.

Just then, a familiar yet long-lost gust of cold wind suddenly blew in from the wall.

"Did Dumbledore tell you?"

"tell me what?"

Li Wei turned his head—the owner of the voice was still wearing the same black robe that was tightly fastened to his chin, his expression tense, and although his face was gloomy, he seemed to have more panic and anxiety than usual.

It's Snape.

He was hiding in the shadows as usual, the moonlight faintly illuminating his face, but something seemed off—this scene seemed somewhat familiar.

"Damn it!" Snape cursed, his brow furrowing even more as he stared intently at Levi. "Is all you ever do when you're with me a question?"

If Dumbledore hadn't been seriously injured, he would never have taken the initiative to talk to Levi!
However, it was precisely because Dumbledore was seriously injured that when he suddenly appeared in front of Snape, afflicted by the curse and his entire body beginning to turn charred, Snape was nearly scared to death.

Dumbledore absolutely cannot be harmed. Nevertheless, Snape did everything in his power to temporarily concentrate the curse on Dumbledore's right hand, barely preventing it from erupting.

But according to Snape's estimate, this suppression could only last for a year at most. After a year, the curse would return with even greater force, instantly eroding Dumbledore's life.

The fact was so clear that Snape felt completely lost—the remnant of the Dark Lord lurked in the shadows and was very likely to return in a few years, but by then, the only one who could stand against him, the White Lord, would already be dead.
Unless, there is another legendary wizard in this world!
That is, Li Wei.

Just looking at his face made Snape feel a surge of anger rising up inside him!

This complete idiot who knows nothing about the crisis! He knows nothing about Horcruxes, nor does he know that the mysterious man is still alive. He knows nothing about anything and is just indulging in playing house at school!

And this idiot actually spoke to him with such a disrespectful attitude!

Snape's mood worsened at this thought. He stared intently at Levi, observing his expression—Dumbledore only had a year left to live, and he was sure he was thinking of the legendary wizard Levi, just like Snape. But it seemed that Dumbledore hadn't told him anything.

Not only were Horcruxes left unmentioned, but even the curse was not mentioned. And yet, Li Wei still dared to boast that he and Dumbledore had reached a consensus?

How ridiculous! He had no idea that he was the only person Dumbledore truly trusted!

"Dumbledore is injured, did you know that?"

"What? He's injured?"

Just as Snape had imagined, Levi's brow furrowed quickly.

Snape sneered inwardly: Sure enough, this fool really knows nothing!
"is it serious?"

Li Wei continued to ask.

"That was a curse meticulously laid out by the Dark Lord, don't you think?"

Snape's tone became calm.

"So, what are the specific effects? Is it incurable? Does it affect spellcasting? Or is it life-threatening?"

Although Levi didn't believe anything could threaten Dumbledore's life—but recalling his foolish actions in Voldemort's cave—he suddenly began to think that Dumbledore, while powerful, had many weaknesses.
Or perhaps, he really is getting old?

However, given his age, over a hundred years old, he should be in his prime.
Or is it that, in addition to physical aging, mental aging is even more alarming?

Li Wei felt a slight chill. But then he thought about it again and relaxed a little – he spent every day with a group of clever and quirky kids, constantly infected by their vibrant energy, so if we're talking about mental aging, he'd probably be the slowest to age.

On the contrary, the constant stream of official correspondence lately has left him feeling somewhat exhausted—from the Ministry of Magic, the Alchemist's Guild, the editor-in-chief of the Daily Prophet, and all sorts of other miscellaneous organizations, or even individuals—the list goes on and on.

As he began to make a name for himself, a large number of people were eager to see him every day. If it weren't for the quiet place of Hogwarts, the door would probably have been worn down by the crowds.

"You'll have to ask him about the specifics yourself—didn't you reach an agreement with him? Go ask him carefully and see if he's willing to tell you!"

Seeing that Levi was still lost in thought and clearly didn't understand the seriousness of the situation, Snape sneered and was about to leave.

But what Li Wei said the next second shocked him!
Was Dumbledore's injury related to the Horcruxes?

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Ta-da!

A flurry of footsteps sounded, and Snape strode quickly to Levi, leaning forward menacingly, glaring at him through gritted teeth:

"How do you know this?"

“Dumbledore told me, didn’t he tell you? I knew about it last year—oh, and about the Dark Lord, I know that too—it seems he really didn’t tell you.”

Li Wei's tone remained as understated as ever.

Snape froze.

Like a black canvas frozen by an ice spell—even the movement of his robes seemed to be frozen in place.

Gradually, an abnormal flush suddenly rose on that calm face, even spreading to her neck in an extremely rare manner.

He knew about Horcruxes. When did Dumbledore tell him? They reached an agreement last year, so he knew about the Dark Lord last year, and he also knew about it.
but me
All the contempt Snape felt for Levi turned into a fiery and humiliating attack on himself, which escalated several times over!

With his internal organs seemingly spasming, Snape, his lips twitching, managed to say:
"He told you everything? Then why didn't he tell you about his injury?"

"Yes, I'd like to know too. Let's go ask them."

Levi gave Snape a look, then turned to return to Dumbledore's office.

"Hey—wait—"

When Snape saw Levi turn around abruptly, looking as if he were about to interrogate him, he panicked a little.

That was, after all, Dumbledore, the White Lord. "Bang!"

Li Wei raised his foot and, without hesitation, slammed it hard into the door with a powerful kick, right under Snape's half-open jaw!
Okay, it's alright now.

Snape shut his mouth.

Li Wei slowly withdrew his magically imbued left foot—the heavy oak door in front of him had been completely kicked down.

Dumbledore remained seated in his chair, his gaze unusually vacant—upon seeing it was Livy, he was shocked and, like a child who had done something wrong, quietly slipped his right hand under the table.

(End of this chapter)