Hogwarts: A Chinese-Style Professor

Chapter 320 Easter and Disease
The students of Hogwarts undoubtedly had a wonderful holiday.

Although the Easter egg activity may seem simple, it is quite fun. In fact, the students are all very motivated to compete for the title of "who gets the most Easter eggs".

Even first graders are like this—after all, there's an element of luck involved in this activity.

Among them, some students, when faced with problems they couldn't solve, would quietly seek help from the guide.

Most students got the answer and successfully found the Easter egg.

However, there were also some 'unscrupulous' and eager-to-win older students who saw through everything the moment the younger students asked a question and cleverly tricked them into revealing the location of the Easter egg.

While providing the solution, they secretly stole the Easter egg before the students.

This incident caused the younger students to fly into a rage!
The female student, who was so angry she cried, went to Professor McGonagall to demand justice, while the male students condemned the behavior in the Bible chat group.

Professor McGonagall was both amused and exasperated, while Professor Horace clapped his hands with delight, stroking his trembling beard and exclaiming:

"It seems my education in the history of magic wasn't wasted; the children have all learned to use cunning."

The matter ultimately ended without a word.

Meanwhile, the walls that the younger students had begun to open up had quietly thickened.
Before coming to the school, they had heard from their families that they should be careful of Slytherin students, but they hadn't taken it seriously.

I just felt that the senior students here spoke so nicely and had such powerful spells, each one more amazing than the last.

It wasn't until Easter, near the end of the semester, that they suffered their first 'shameful betrayal'!
how to say.

When Harry and his group of centrists heard that the nature of the matter was so serious, they were also somewhat stunned.
I don't know when it happened, but people no longer hear insulting terms like "mudblood" on campus.

The student atmosphere at Hogwarts is so good that even such a small thing is magnified by the naive freshmen.

Consider this a lesson for you—never trust anyone, including us!

The senior students didn't take it seriously and happily boasted about their deception, like children who never grew up.

The younger students turned their attention to their 'free day'.

I heard that on that day, Hogwarts will be completely open, and students from all years will engage in indiscriminate fighting, organized by house.
Okay, so the lower-year students started to get ready to teach those upperclassmen who had betrayed their trust a lesson.

It's not that older students don't know what they're thinking; even if they did, so what?
One academic year after the Duel Tower opened, the gap between students of different grades not only did not narrow, but actually widened.

After all, every year with Professor Levi at Hogwarts is a transformative year for them.

A mere year's knowledge gap is enough for them to create an insurmountable distance!
Ximo, who used to be able to bombard fourth graders with attacks, has now stopped climbing the ranks and has been forced to settle down in the fourth grade floor.

Harry, Hermione, and Malfoy managed to keep up, and the gap between the four narrowed further, with almost everyone briefly taking first place.

This only intensified the atmosphere of the duel! Everyone was eagerly anticipating who would claim the title of grade-level champion at the end of the semester.

In May, the sky was just beginning to lighten.

Harry opened his eyes from his sleep and rolled over listlessly.

At this time of day, he would usually straighten his back and spring up from the bed.

But these past few days, he seems to be acting strangely.

My body feels weak, and my brain always feels like its gears are rusted and won't turn.

Let alone dueling, he even has trouble concentrating in class.

Exhausted, deeply exhausted.

But this cannot be a reason for him to slack off. The end of the month is Freedom Day, and he won the championship by chance during the last Freedom Day.

During this year's Freedom Day, the senior students all realized what was happening and mastered the formations, making it impossible for the junior students to 'kill enemies beyond their level' anymore.

Oh, he'd heard about the cross-class dueling from the fourth-year students—their drama was so entertaining that Harry was already looking forward to the next term even before the semester was over. But whatever he did, he was determined to take first place on the third-year dueling leaderboard and perform his best on Free Day.
"ho"

Harry let out a heavy sigh and struggled to get out of bed.

Looking at the faintly yellowing dawn, and thinking about his morning exercise, he dragged his feverish body out of bed. "Thump."

Huh? Why is the floorboard upside down?

Harry stared at the ceiling above him, his thoughts sluggish.

His voice woke Ron, who was standing nearby—"Dude, be quiet."

He rolled over in dissatisfaction.

But the moment he received no response, he was wide awake and suddenly opened his eyes.

"Harry—Harry—what's wrong with you!"

Ron's voice startled everyone in his dorm room.

Neville took the lead and carried Harry on his back, but because he was too short, Harry's feet were still dragging on the ground.

Ron realized what was happening and quickly lifted Harry up by the feet, and the group rushed out.

"My God—his forehead is burning hot! What happened? How could it get so badly burned?"

Seamus touched Harry's head and immediately screamed.

"How could this happen—he was perfectly fine yesterday!"

Ron's face turned pale, and he suddenly realized something, looking at Seamus.

“You go to Professor Li Wei’s place—I’ll go find him! We need to tell him about this!”

When Harry woke up again, he found himself in the infirmary.

His body was still burning up—but he felt a little better. Although he was still dazed, at least he could think.

"Harry, you're awake?"

Harry heard the familiar voice and instinctively turned his head—a younger version of Headmaster Dumbledore was holding an apple and looking at him gently.

This scene just doesn't look right—well, he hasn't gotten used to Dumbledore's drastically changed appearance yet.

"headmaster--"

Harry struggled to get up, but Dumbledore pushed him back down.

"Get some rest, Harry—that's what you need most right now."

"What—what happened to me?"

Harry looked at Dumbledore, puzzled.

"Well—this is a long story—I hope you can keep a calm mind before I begin."

“Of course—I’m perfectly calm right now.” Harry asked, somewhat puzzled. “Am I sick, Professor?”

Dumbledore paused for a moment, then slowly nodded and said:

"Illness? You can think of it that way, but this illness might be more complicated than you think."

(End of this chapter)