Hogwarts: A Chinese-Style Professor

Chapter 271 Preparations for the Winter Festival

The fire crackled in the fireplace. When the visitor sat down, Professor McGonagall's upright posture relaxed slightly, and her neck slowly rested against the back of the chair.

She watched Li Wei, whom she had just invited, eat some snacks.

The cut blueberry scones floated to his lips and fell into his mouth, followed by warm milk—Professor McGonagall had offered to make him hot cocoa, but he refused.

“Professor Levi,” Professor McGonagall said in a businesslike tone, “I think you’ve already seen the data.”

"This Christmas, more than 60 percent of the students will remain at Hogwarts."

Levi chewed his scone and nodded slowly, whether to appreciate the delicious food or to respond to Professor McGonagall's words, it was hard to tell.

Professor McGonagall smiled warmly at his relaxed demeanor.

But when she suddenly realized that Dumbledore always seemed to be in the same 'careless' manner, her mood soured and her expression became wary.

A fine young man like Li Wei must not be turned into a 'Dumbledore'! I must keep a close eye on him!

stare------!
Seeing the older catgirl's focused gaze, Li Wei swallowed the scones softened by milk in his mouth and replied:
“I know, Professor McGonagall, I don’t have anything important to do during the Christmas holidays—I’m happy to help if I need anything.”

Professor McGonagall's gaze softened instantly, like a piece of frozen taffy melting rapidly under high temperature.

“You have done more than enough. This is something that has not happened at Hogwarts in the last fifty years.”

These children chose to stay because of the new environment you created.

Professor McGonagall stood up and looked out the window toward the Flying Course lawn. "The Duel Tower, the Codex, the Quest Board, the Leaderboard—you've broken down the barriers between the four houses. You've connected everyone."

Now, everyone at Hogwarts is running towards a common goal: to become a better person.

Whether they are students or professors.

A snowflake fell silently.

Professor McGonagall's gaze softened yet remained firm.

"In order not to ruin all of this hard-won achievement, I'm very sorry—I still have to trouble you."

Because no one but you—including me—I don’t think is worthy of Hogwarts as it is now.

Many students have chosen Hogwarts as their home this year, so we must make this Christmas a holiday they will never forget.

“That’s quite impressive, Professor McGonagall.”

Li Wei smiled and commented—after which Professor McGonagall's expression immediately turned serious.

"How about we throw a winter celebration?"

"Winter Festival?"

Professor McGonagall's eyes lit up.

"You already have an idea?"

She walked quickly to the desk and gestured for Li Wei to continue.

“In previous years, we only prepared a one-day Christmas dinner for students who stayed on campus—which was nice, but a bit monotonous for a two-week holiday.”

Professor McGonagall understood what Levi meant and nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes—please continue."

"Let them rest well in the first week, and they also need to finish their holiday homework."

As for the second week, we can hold a seven-day celebration.

“That’s excellent! Tell me more about it?” Professor McGonagall looked at Levi expectantly—at the same time, she secretly resolved to keep a close eye on Levi and not let him be led astray by Dumbledore!
She still remembered how Li Wei looked when he first arrived at Hogwarts – meticulous, calm, and precise!

While his current calm and gentle demeanor is undoubtedly better, the languidness in his every move is becoming more and more like Dumbledore's!
"It depends on the wishes of the other professors—in short, we can set different time spans for the celebration each day based on the number of professors participating."

For example—starting from the dinner on the 24th, we can have each college hold a small celebration in the morning that suits its own style—this part can be handled by the prefects, with the student council president coordinating the event.

They can provide ideas on what exactly needs to be done.

"Should we distribute the questionnaires immediately?"

"No—I think we should skip it. No matter what we choose, someone will be dissatisfied. We might as well take responsibility ourselves."

You can just choose from the suggestions of the prefects.

Professor McGonagall hesitated for a moment before offering her opinion.

She clearly wanted to consider the feelings of all the students.

Li Wei sensed her thoughts and, instead of trying to persuade her, continued:

"In the afternoon, the deans can set up fun challenges in their own professional fields, and students can participate across departments, accumulate points, and redeem some small prizes."

The evening was a regular Christmas dinner.

The next day, we can start a duel carnival.

The third day.

As Li Wei shared his thoughts, Professor McGonagall frantically scribbled down all of them with her quill pen.

That's about it.

After Li Wei finished explaining his general ideas in one breath, he felt a bit thirsty, so he froze the warm milk he had been drinking into ice milk and took a big gulp.

Seeing that Professor McGonagall was still thinking, Li Weixian further elaborated on her thoughts:
"All information about activities, registration, team formation, maps, and points can be completed through the guide."

I will develop a temporary celebration interface once all the events are finalized, specifically for students to view.

In addition, protective spells must be applied to all activity areas.

Mrs. Pomfrey, let her take a break and rest. My disciple Elliott will take care of the treatment.

At the same time, we can send invitations to the students' parents in advance—inviting them to visit Hogwarts and witness their children's living environment.

I call it a campus open day—one to three days is enough, no need for more.

At that time, the duel livestream project will also be implemented, and we can use magic to project all the event records and replay them in the auditorium.

The firelight from the fireplace danced on Professor McGonagall's glasses.

"This is too big a scale; it would require mobilizing the entire school's resources—but I think it's worth the challenge!"

Professor McGonagall's eyes filled with determination as she imagined the children throwing themselves into the celebration!

"I want to write to all the parents—I welcome them to come for Christmas! I want to involve more children in our activities!"

"Looks like things are about to get busy!"

Professor McGonagall picked up the parchment with her notes and was about to leave.

Just before leaving, she seemed to remember something and looked at Li Wei—despite her growing anxiety, she still mustered all her patience and spoke gently:
"Leave the rest to me. I will finalize everything in the shortest possible time."

　Happy New Year, everyone!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)