Hogwarts: A Chinese-Style Professor

Chapter 265 What do you take potions for!

“I understand what you mean—I can try to change.”

Meeting Levi's gaze, Snape forced himself to speak:

"Okay, I've tried it—but it's difficult."

So I thought, wouldn't it be better to start with the basic, simple things?

"Oh? What exactly did you do?"

Li Wei took a sip of the black tea that had been cooled down with a spell, and asked casually.

His appearance made Snape lower his guard.

“I’ve tried to observe. After talking with you, I have indeed started to notice changes in the students.”

It must be admitted that they have indeed evolved from stupid trolls into goblins that can communicate.

But when I tried to give some feedback on their achievements…

Snape said with difficulty.

"Every time the words were about to come out, they would turn into something like, 'At least I didn't waste the medicinal herbs like a troll.'"

Snape looked up at Levi, who was looking down, and a rare look of frustration appeared on his face.

“I understand what you mean—there’s nothing we can do about it, Snape.”

Li Wei never expected that he would have to provide services as a psychotherapist—this was a special psychological massage provided exclusively to Professor McGonagall.

Sure enough, upon hearing Li Wei's words, Snape's expression softened considerably.

“I’m glad you changed your mind—to be honest, I had absolutely no hope of changing your mind.”

It's not just your conflicted personality—you've indeed been under a lot of pressure because of the mysterious person.

That's why, even though I know it's difficult, I still want to try to help you.

Slytherin always produces lone heroes—I've seen that clearly in you and Regulus.

Li Wei put down his teacup and patiently guided him:

"Don't expect to do everything perfectly right from the start. How about we begin with some basic, small tasks?"

What exactly do you mean?

"For example—from now on, wash your hair every day and change your clothes every day?"

Levi was earnestly offering advice, but Snape felt insulted.

"That's all? What's the point of all this—"

He was visibly about to become irritable again.

He thought that by humbling himself to seek Li Wei's help, Li Wei might offer some good advice and solve his problems, but it turned out to be just this little bit.
"Of course it's useful—changing your appearance and your environment is always important."

More importantly, it can demonstrate your attitude.

Their eyes met. Levi's gaze was calm, showing no sign of teasing. Snape's eyelids drooped, his gaze falling to the toes that the wide wizard's robes couldn't reach.

Speaking of which, isn't his robe a bit too dirty? There seems to be some accumulated grease on it.
Snape frowned slightly again—after hearing what Levi said, he actually began to find the oil stains somewhat irritating.

“Look at you—you can’t even take care of your own affairs, yet you expect to inspire students to become better people. How can that be possible?”

Li Wei noticed Snape's gaze, then snapped his fingers—a gust of wind blew through Snape's wizard robes, removing an entire layer of stains—making the color of Snape's robes appear lighter.

"The power of role models is immense—I believe that teaching is far more than just imparting knowledge to students. Your every word and action influences your students—they will observe and reflect, and think about what kind of person they want to become in the future."

He was as serious and dedicated as Professor McGonagall, and became a respectable professor.

Professor Flitwick was as lively and cheerful as ever, mingling with his students without ever putting any pressure on them, while maintaining a high level of enthusiasm for duels.

After comparing various options, I think only the Slytherin snakes are willing to become as gloomy as their Headmaster.

"The last sentence is superfluous!"

Snape muttered something under his breath.

In fact, the little snakes no longer idolize their headmaster—even his half-disciple Malfoy seems to be more obsessed with Levi now.
"You mean Professor Snape? Yes, he is indeed the head of Slytherin, and we all respect and love him."

But times have changed, my friend—there exists a more powerful, more elegant, more interesting man, whose appearance, temperament, and patience completely surpass our Headmaster's, and he is also a Slytherin. We all know which to choose.”

When Snape overheard the students saying this in the hallway one day, he found himself having lost the courage to stand up.

Or perhaps he really was reflecting on his actions—always presenting a face that angered both heaven and man, it was only natural that he was disliked by his students.

In the past, Snape wouldn't have cared. After all, only a handful of students truly understood and mastered the essence of potions.
If it were Potter who said it, I could definitely mock him mercilessly and deduct some points from his score.

"Alright—that's all the advice I have for you. You can go now."

There was no need for politeness with Snape; after finishing his business, he immediately told him to leave.

"Wait—is that really all?"

"Yes, that's all—if you can change the current situation, I won't mind giving you more advice later."

But not now, Snape—you have to change yourself, I think I've been telling you this since our student days.

No girl likes a guy whose underwear is so dirty it's black and he hasn't washed it—of course, guys don't like it either, and kids definitely don't.

"What do you know—it's because I've spent my time on more important things—are you with those idiots?"

Snape stopped.

Li Wei nodded and echoed his words:
“I have always paid attention to these things.”

Do you see me being delayed?
Li Wei didn't say the second half of his sentence, because that would make him seem too arrogant and lack persuasiveness.

In fact, no matter what he did, he would have gotten to where he is today.

However, he certainly wouldn't be like Snape—that would be too outrageous.

"I'll try—if I find out you're lying to me."

“You don’t need to threaten me, Snape—if you’re going to do it, why don’t you just do it properly?”

Levi looked Snape up and down, his gaze finally settling on Snape's aged face.

"The former mixed-race prince has become like this. If the students knew about your past, they would all be heartbroken."

"Aren't you a potions master? Why don't you concoct some beauty and skin-nourishing potions for yourself? You could even smooth out those wrinkles on your face."

"What do you take potions for?!"

Snape muttered a weak curse.

He tossed his robe and turned away, looking quite angry.

(End of this chapter)