Hogwarts: A Chinese-Style Professor

Chapter 314 Grindelwald's Tremor

After everything was over, Dumbledore looked at himself in the mirror and felt very unfamiliar and uncomfortable.
His orange-red hair had never been so soft and fluffy, with a warm, vibrant tone. His sideburns fell just right, making his eyes and brows look exceptionally bright—if he were still the older version of Dumbledore, this might have looked quite out of place.

However, Levi had already sent Barton to retrieve the entire set of skincare products that Snape had given him—unlike Muggle items, these skincare products, which were essentially magical potions, had practically given Dumbledore's skin a new lease on life.

The deep lines and wrinkles on his face disappeared, making him look like a young man of about thirty-five.
His long beard was cut off, and even the stubble was shaved clean, no longer the sloppy and disheveled figure he once was—and between Dumbledore's brows, one could even see a hint of his youthful dashingness.
"Merlin," Dumbledore murmured to himself, raising his hand to brush a strand of orange-yellow hair from his forehead, his tone carrying a hint of unbelievable absurdity.

"I look like a young man who just graduated from Durmstrang. If my old friends saw me like this, they would probably laugh at me for getting more and more backward."

Fawkes nuzzled against Dumbledore's shoulder, letting out a clear chirp, his golden wings brushing against his fur as if in approval—their colors were indeed becoming more similar.

Li Wei looked at Dumbledore in front of him and felt that the suffocating weariness on his body, along with the guilt and struggle that always seemed to be contained in his eyes, were all diluted by this vivid image. He nodded in satisfaction.

“Easter is just around the corner—the purebloods are preparing to act on that day, and we need to prepare in advance.”

Dumbledore's fingertips unconsciously rubbed against his cuffs. Because of the change in his appearance, even his voice seemed surprisingly less hoarse and became clearer. Could the change in appearance really have such a big impact?
"Hmm—you use the Invisibility Cloak and follow them beforehand, while I'll use the Disillusionment Charm and hide at a distance. This way, the probability of Snape being exposed is minimized."

Oh—by the way, it has to rain that day, the heavier the better.

"rain"

Dumbledore subconsciously recalled the terrifying attack of the blue thunder beast that day. Such powerful magic naturally had a prerequisite—rain?
“We can do that with a weather spell—but we can do it more discreetly.”

I will draw moisture from neighboring countries and make it rain there for five days straight.

"Well, that's enough for me."

Although killing Voldemort was important, the two did not discuss the plan much—the more elaborate the plan, the less room for error.

They were all powerful wizards with years of experience, and their on-the-spot judgment and intuition were far more reliable than plans—although it was somewhat counterintuitive.

Dumbledore's image caused a huge sensation the following day—although he had considered whether to skip dining in the Great Hall.

But considering that this matter was bound to be exposed no matter what, it was better to reveal it all at once, so as to avoid hearing people's exclamations every day.
So when the principal, who looked decades younger, appeared in the main seat wearing a velvet robe inlaid with jewels, the students were momentarily stunned.

But the professors were immediately awestruck!
Professor McGonagall's eyes widened behind her glasses. She strode forward and grabbed Dumbledore's wrist, her voice filled with surprise and urgency:
"Albus! What happened to you?"

Not only her, but all the other professors stood up, forgetting about their meals, and gathered around.

The students noticed the situation on the professor's desk and realized something was wrong—they who had been sleepy suddenly became excited—there was news again!

Hogwarts these days never disappoints!

Who is it this time?!

The previously hushed discussion suddenly erupted like boiling iron being thrown into a lake, creating a noisy uproar.

But the professors clearly didn't have time for that; they were just staring at Dumbledore in astonishment, waiting for him to make his statement.

Of the three professors, only three had a different attitude.

"Is this Headmaster Dumbledore? My goodness, his appearance has changed so much—but I must say, although it's a bit hard to get used to, he looks much better this way."

Sirius Black looked Dumbledore up and down, clicking his tongue in approval.

Seeing that Li Wei was only focused on his steak with his head down, he nudged him on the side with his elbow and said excitedly:

"Li Wei, do you know something? Don't hide it from me."

But soon, a voice ruined his mood—like a cold wind, Snape's voice rang out. "You gave the potion I gave you to Dumbledore?"

"Yes—so that he won't act like a big shot all the time."

Li Wei answered Snape's question casually—but this action alone earned him a satisfied hum and silence from the other man.

At the same time, he quietly suppressed his fear of Dumbledore's changed image—he didn't want to appear naive or ignorant in front of Black.

Sirius's expression changed for a moment—he and Snape didn't get along, but he didn't want to break off his friendship with Levi over this—after all, the other man had helped him a lot.

“I suggested that Dumbledore have a more vibrant look, and he agreed—it was that simple.”

Li Wei gave a brief response to Sirius's question.

But Sirius clearly didn't believe it.

"Is it that simple? You're obviously hiding something from me."

"Then you'll have to figure it out yourself."

Li Wei said indifferently, "I can't be bothered to pay attention."

Sirius scoffed and didn't press the matter further—after all, it was Dumbledore's involvement, so it was normal for Levi not to want to talk about it.

However—he glanced at Li Wei again and felt regret once more.
This guy can even change Dumbledore, so how come he didn't see Livy's potential back then?
If he had persisted like James, and the two of them had worked together to persuade Levi to join them, would things have been different?
"I think Hogwarts has entered a new phase, and as the headmaster, I think I should make some new changes. What do you think?"

Before anyone knew it, Dumbledore had stood up and was announcing to the crowd in the Great Hall the reasons for his change.

It was peak dining time, and almost all of Hogwarts' students were gathered here. Not to mention that many had already received news through the Bible that there was fun in the Great Hall and were rushing over.

Upon hearing Dumbledore's voice, the students realized what had happened and belatedly erupted in a tsunami of gasps!
And this is just the beginning.

In the following days, the number of owls at Hogwarts surged, and letters from the Ministry of Magic, magic schools around the world, pure-blood families, and even ordinary wizards piled up in the headmaster's office.

Minister for Magic Fudge's letter was urgent, repeatedly asking whether Dumbledore's drastic change in appearance was due to the backlash of dark magic or the side effects of the secret potion—many people secretly speculated that Dumbledore had come into contact with some forbidden magic and had become young again.

Meanwhile, many old witches wrote to Dumbledore asking about his secret to staying young—after consulting Snape, Dumbledore chose to keep it a secret.

Later, the Daily Prophet also published news about Dumbledore on its front page, accompanied by a photo of Dumbledore with Fawkes in the courtyard. The article exaggerated the situation, speculating that he had mastered some kind of special and powerful magic, and even subtly implied that this magic might be linked to dark magic.

Newspaper sales increased fivefold in a single day, and wizards on every street corner were talking about it.

Meanwhile, in Nurmengard.

In the top cell, sunlight streamed through the iron bars onto a yellowed newspaper. An old, yellowed hand touched the shadow of a person on the newspaper, and hot tears streamed down his face.

He recalled those memories that shone brightly in the sunlight.
"Albus, it's so unfair! I'm getting old, while you're getting younger and younger?"

He murmured softly, tracing Dumbledore's eyebrows and eyes with his fingertips, his voice filled with endless tenderness.

But soon, those eyes, which were already cloudy, became incredibly sharp, radiating a terrifying aura!

What changed you?

(End of this chapter)