Hogwarts: A Chinese-Style Professor

Chapter 297 Voldemort is not dead yet
The news that Hogwarts was preparing to allow the introduction of dark magic caused a huge uproar both on and off campus.

But strangely, everything appeared so quiet on the surface, as if it were lurking beneath the deep sea, without any ripples.

On campus, aside from the initial excitement when students gathered in front of the notice board on the first day, all subsequent interactions took place privately.

The common room was filled with students at night, the fireplace crackled, but the atmosphere was eerie.

The usual lively atmosphere vanished, and the students gathered in twos and threes, speaking in hushed tones, or looking down at the book, frowning and silent.

Within the encyclopedia, new chat groups were created one after another, with discussions about black magic going on from morning till night, seemingly never ending.

During this time, students who were initially resistant to black magic were gradually encouraged by others and began to yearn for this powerful magic.

However, Professor Li Wei's requirements were too high. Students in the middle range could only say they didn't care while secretly vowing to study hard.

The professors then discovered that the students, who had initially relaxed somewhat after the celebration, were now staring intently into class with almost fanatical focus. Livy hadn't even begun teaching dark magic yet.
Meanwhile, the atmosphere outside became even more unpredictable and turbulent.

The Daily Prophet remained eerily silent, offering no coverage whatsoever—Rita Skeeter, that woman who's always chasing trends, uploaded several articles in one go, but they were all suppressed.

When Fudge heard about this, his heart nearly jumped out of his chest, but Dumbledore unusually insisted on the matter, and even within the Ministry of Magic, there were those who took a firm stand.
Aside from the Aurors' concern about this matter, most officials surprisingly showed support—the only one who remained ambiguous was Arthur Weasley, the director of the Department for the Prohibition of the Abuse of Muggle Articles.

No one cared about his attitude; it was just a management office with only two people.

Fudge was horrified to discover how weak his control over the Ministry of Magic was. Once those people decided to unite, he would be in deep trouble.

His plan to publish a headline in the Daily Prophet, vehemently condemning the behavior, was blocked. Most people subtly but firmly reminded him that Sirius's actions had already caused the Ministry of Magic to lose face, and that he should think things through before making a decision.

Inside the pure-blood family salon, a small number of pure-blood family elders gathered together, discussing the matter with worried expressions.

The killing of five elders by Li Wei further exacerbated the already dwindling numbers of the pure-blooded family.

Just as Li Wei said that day, if things continue like this, their pure-blooded glory will probably disappear spontaneously without anyone having to do anything about it.
"At this point, we only have two last options."

After a discussion, the elderly Englishman in charge of everything slowly opened his mouth, revealing that there were hardly any teeth visible.

"First, we should follow the example of the disgraceful Weasley family—opening up the rejection of half-bloods so that our descendants can reproduce with half-blood wizards in the future—and perhaps after decades of recuperation, our decline can be alleviated."

After all, although Li Wei was powerful, according to the younger generation in the family, he imparted his knowledge to every student almost equally and did not exclude us.

In other words, as long as we continuously supply Hogwarts with new blood, he is essentially nurturing excellent successors for us.

Despite his clever words, the faces of everyone present still showed resentment.

"Is it really necessary? How can the glory of purebloods be tainted by mixed-blood bastards? If that happens, how can we face our ancestors?"

"Let him train our successor? His ideas are too dangerous! After seven years of training, can the successor still uphold our superior ideas?"
I'm afraid he'll end up like that silly dog ​​from the Black family, reduced to a protector of Hogwarts!

Faced with the crowd's outrage, the old man simply stretched out his hand and pressed it down—with this action, the crowd's voices were instantly silenced by the power of magic.

“I know what you’re thinking.” He hunched over. “I’m angrier and more humiliated about this than any of you!”

But you really don't need to feign anger—because I know that many of your families have already been doing so secretly for some time now.

Seeing some people lower their heads guiltily, the old man chuckled and continued:

“I don’t blame you—because if you hadn’t done this, we probably wouldn’t even be able to control the Ministry of Magic now.”

However, if you still hold onto the pride and insistence on the glory of purebloods—on the heirs of purebloods.”

The old man abruptly raised his head, looking at his colleagues who stood up—a group that barely constituted a crowd. A crimson tinge gradually appeared in his eyes:
"I have a second method!"
This method is dangerous, but if it succeeds, the next hundred or a thousand years will be dominated by our pure blood.

Our glory will not be diminished, but will burst forth in splendor once more! Some people guessed his thoughts, and their expressions changed slightly.

"What method? Tell me quickly!"
A second White Mage is rising in the British wizarding world, and his methods are visibly a hundred times more violent than Dumbledore's—it's a matter of life and death, should we hesitate any longer?

Although it may be an exaggeration, what this person said is actually true.

One Dumbledore was already a headache enough—now another young and energetic Livy has emerged, and he's completely unburdened.
They already knew what the other party was promoting at the Ministry of Magic—once it was successful, the Ministry of Magic would definitely establish a new department, and Levi would be the undisputed head of that department.

If he wants to become Minister of Magic—which would probably only take a few years—then these 'old-fashioned' pure-bloods can truly retire from the stage of history.

Even if he didn't do that, what he was about to do was already terrifying enough—some people were gradually realizing what Li Wei was planning to do.

He wants to break down all the barriers to knowledge step by step—but that won't do!
"So what exactly is the second method? Tell me quickly!"

When asked, the elderly man with missing teeth sighed.

"What I'm about to say must not be leaked, even if you don't intend to do it."

He paused, then uttered a shocking piece of news.
"Voldemort is not dead yet."

Some of the standing people swayed and suddenly fell back into their seats.

Some people stood still, their eyes darting around, without saying a word.

"Really?!"

"His soul is now hidden in the forests of Albania—in fact, many of you know this, but you're just pretending not to, aren't you?"
After all, we have already quietly amassed considerable profits since the Second War, and reviving a defeated adversary would be of no help to our cause.

The elderly man with missing teeth gave a dry laugh and continued:

"But now, the time has come."

"You and I have foreseen the decline of purebloods in the future—this land will become Li Wei's personal fiefdom."

We have no power to fight him—but Voldemort can.

He is dangerous, but his danger lies with others, not with us—his ideology remains one of pure-blood supremacy, and if we support him, he will always need a group of people to help him manage the magical world once he wins.

There was dead silence in the room.

"He's lost his body and his wand, right? If we want to get close to him, does it mean we have to end up like Quirrell, becoming neither human nor ghost?"

"Yes, it's a difficult decision, and someone has to make a sacrifice."

“Why not let the Death Eaters in Azkaban do it? If they receive the message, they’ll be more than willing to help Voldemort—and Snape! Isn’t he the most loyal Death Eater? We can pass the message to him.”

“We could certainly delegate this task to someone else—but that would also mean we can’t demonstrate our loyalty to the Dark Lord.”

"Hmph, show loyalty to that madman? Who would be willing to do that?"

I'm afraid that the closer I get to him, the more dangerous it will be!

"We should find a chance to inform Snape first and see his attitude—if he's unreliable, then we can plan the Azkaban breakout—after all, this isn't the first time something like this has happened."

"I agree."

The room was filled with shouts.

(End of this chapter)