Hogwarts: A Chinese-Style Professor

Chapter 272 The Composed Observer

Just as Professor McGonagall said.

She coordinated everything in just five days.

When the vice-principal gets serious, even someone as difficult as Snape has no choice but to obey.

Although he has become completely different from before, he no longer poses any obstacle to Professor McGonagall—which makes Professor McGonagall even more satisfied.

It seems that Snape is not only resembling Levi in ​​appearance, but also in attitude.

When Professor McGonagall approached Levi with the plans and lists of the other professors, the two quickly finalized a seven-day schedule after discussion.

Meanwhile, the owl had already landed at Hogwarts with the parents' replies—upon Professor McGonagall's invitation, 10% of the parents immediately expressed their willingness to accept the invitation and spend Christmas with their children at Hogwarts.

Meanwhile, another group of parents said they would ask their children's opinions—Professor McGonagall had temporarily borrowed Barton to help them.

After final tallying, it was found that more than 80% of the students at Hogwarts remained at the school this year!
Even Dumbledore was alarmed by this number.

Although no one cared, he assured Professor McGonagall that he would be back when the celebration began.

Professor McGonagall didn't even bother to reply to his letter—most of the Hogwarts professors had participated in the theme setup for the celebration, and all Dumbledore said was that he would be there.

After reading Dumbledore's letter, Professor McGonagall lowered her eyelids and burned it.

No reply.

One week before Christmas.

A series of events for the winter celebration were officially launched via bulletin boards and chat groups.

Li Wei felt that the bulletin board was too slow in transmitting messages, and that chat groups were much more convenient.

Simply create a new group for all new students, mute everyone except the creator and the administrators they appoint, and they will be able to speak.

This function is easy to achieve—even easier than Li Wei imagined. He doesn't even need to do anything extra. He just needs to transmit his thoughts to the book in the form of memories, and the book will spontaneously understand and achieve the function he wants.

Yes, it's so useful!
With the introduction of administrators and mute functions, stories of various "privilege-hungry" individuals have gradually begun to circulate among the young wizards.

However, the top news headlines are still dominated by updates to the Duel Ranking and the Quiz Ranking.

Whenever a dark horse emerges unexpectedly, or when the top spot changes hands, it sparks a lot of discussion among students.

The most attention-grabbing event recently has undoubtedly been the competition for the top spot on the third-year duel rankings.

Hermione, Harry, and Malfoy were neck and neck in the rankings.

If that's all there is to it, Duel Tower has been online for over a month now. Although people pay attention to it during their leisure time, it hasn't reached the point of being particularly concerned.

What ignited their passion was Simo, who still held a dominant position at the top of the leaderboard and was only one place away from the top 100 in the overall leaderboard.

No one expected him to go this far.

His three subordinates, in particular, were practically going crazy.

They've really gone mad.

Hermione now only sleeps four hours a day, and using the Time-Turner, she has to take 12 classes a week, do homework for all 12 classes, study the bible, and review the day's duels.
Her eyes were red like a rabbit's every day, and paired with her increasingly messy brown curly hair that looked like it was about to burst from being stuffed with knowledge, she looked like a little madwoman.

Everyone who sees it will give it a thumbs up and praise it:

"I bet even a Muggle would think you're the purest witch right now."

Ron put a piece of honey cake in his mouth and leisurely held the spoon between his thumb and forefinger, aiming it at Hermione.

"Stop teasing me—I'm annoyed! This doesn't make any sense!" Hermione gritted her teeth as she gnawed on a hot dog bun.

"Illogical? I seem to have heard her say that a lot lately. Is this Hermione's new catchphrase?"

Ron shrugged at Hermione, then looked at Harry beside him, who looked exhausted but whose eyes shone like stars.

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Harry ignored him—or rather, he didn't hear Ron's voice at all.

He was still thinking about the battle replay he had seen earlier—Sirius had secretly shown him a video of Seamus fighting a fifth-grader.

So simple, so brutal. Just bomb, bomb, bomb! No fancy techniques, no fancy footwork.

But we won!

And he defeated the trolls (and Ron), killed the basilisk (and Professor Levi), and was trained by senior student Jowell for so long.
Why can't I do it? Why can't I surpass Simo?
What embarrassed him even more was the occasional look Sirius gave him, a mixture of pride and worry.

His godfather has also been spending his free time training with him lately—with so much love and care being given to him, he still can't even get first place in the third grade.

Although it is very difficult.

But Harry didn't expect it to be this difficult.

Because whether it was him, Hermione, or Malfoy—the three of them had gradually realized by mid-November that Seamus was using explosions to score quickly in 'quick victories'.

At the same time, the students knew too little about his explosiveness and lacked the means to control it, which is why he repeatedly scored against them.

As time goes on, others gradually adapt, and opponents become stronger, Simo's approach will no longer work.

But why, why did Simo's scoring speed not decrease, but even increase?
"Harry? Harry? Hey buddy, can you hear me?"

Ron waved to Harry, greeting him in a voice that sounded like he was talking to himself.

Harry wasn't bothered by him, so he ignored him.

But Ron didn't care at all.

"Okay, looks like you're annoyed too."

He forked a piece of sausage and put it in his mouth, glancing past Hermione and taking in the others in the Great Hall.

Just as his two best friends were fretting about not being good enough, the third unfortunate fellow on the dueling list was also feeling terrible—Malfoy was staring blankly at a fork.

He held it up, stared at it, and his expression gradually turned into a gritted-teeth look, full of humiliation—Ron dared to say that even after all the conflicts he and Harry had with Malfoy last year, he had never seen this guy show such an expression.

how to say.

Ron found it all quite interesting.

His skills are insufficient; his Duel Tower points hover around the middle, and his ranking on the practice leaderboard is unremarkable.

At first, he was certainly anxious, and when Fred and George teased him, he would blush and shout back.

But one day, after receiving a letter of praise from his mother, he suddenly understood everything.

He was already the Weasleys's best all-E kid. Even if he wasn't as good as these top students, he would definitely grow into an excellent wizard—Ron firmly believed this.

So what else is there for him to be in a hurry for?
Rather, seeing Hermione and the others' performance, Ron was even somewhat relieved.

Otherwise, he probably wouldn't be in the mood to properly savor the Yorkshire pudding he's stuffing into his mouth right now.

(End of this chapter)