Hogwarts: A Chinese-Style Professor

Chapter 43 Hogwarts is going to be destroyed
Late at night, Li Wei quietly returned to his office.

The two assistants were still awake.

Upon seeing Li Wei return safely, Jia Meier hurriedly went to greet him, while Qiao Weili secretly breathed a sigh of relief—during the waiting period, Jia Meier had already drunk three vials of sedatives.

Sometimes, Jowell couldn't help but wonder if Camille's curse had been lifted.
Otherwise, why would the other party still care so much about the professor even though it's already a new month?
But when he recalled the cold look Jia Meier had given him at the beginning of the month, he couldn't understand why the curse was still working.

"Professor, are you okay?"

"It's alright, don't worry, it was a misunderstanding and has been resolved."

Back in his familiar office, Li Wei's nerves completely relaxed.

He looked out at the huge floor-to-ceiling window—it was raining outside, and the view looked particularly gloomy.

But at this moment, he felt a sense of tranquility and beauty amidst the gloom. Li Wei subconsciously walked forward and suddenly felt that a sofa was missing.

So he moved the central table and chairs slightly to the right, transforming them into a large red leather sofa facing the floor-to-ceiling window.

"Eh"

He slumped back, sinking slightly into the leather sofa amidst the creaking sound, his eyes vacant as he stared out the window.

In the gloomy rain, an autumn wind blows, and a fallen leaf dances up and down in the darkness, eventually being blown by the wind to a high place beyond the horizon.

"Professor, are you very tired?"

"What happened today? Can you tell us about it?"

Joe and Camille had somehow appeared behind him.

"Hmm—a lot has happened, but I don't have the energy to talk about it today."

You must be exhausted after worrying all night. Go back and rest first, we can talk about it tomorrow.

Today, I want to be alone.

Li Wei's voice sounded languid and listless.

But to the two assistants, it sounded unusually 'jarring'.

They exchanged a silent glance, both seeing the seriousness in each other's eyes—this was the first time they had ever seen their professor so lacking in fighting spirit.

In the end what happened?
“Professor—” Camille spoke first, her voice extremely soft, “Can we stay here quietly?”

Joe Willy then said:

"We will not make a sound, please let us get through this time with you."

"What is this for?"

The sound of the leather sofa rubbing together started again. Li Wei turned his head and glanced at the two assistants behind him.
He suddenly felt a little soft-hearted.

Over the years, he has wronged far more than just himself.

His two assistants were both around twelve years old when they started following him. They learned magic every day without complaining or getting tired, and even helped him with some trivial tasks from time to time.

"They really do look like they were made from the same mold."

Li Wei suddenly chuckled and said to the two of them:

"Joely, Camille, since you don't want to sleep, then you two come and keep me company."

The two assistants readily agreed and sat respectfully on either side of Li Wei—they knew that the professor's unusual behavior must mean he was troubled by something—as long as the professor didn't speak, the best they could do was keep him company.

Li Wei slumped back onto the sofa.

His arms were outstretched as he intently watched the raindrops pound against the windowpane and trickle down.

During this time, however, the figures of his two assistants sitting upright would always naturally come into his view. Li Wei looked at their backs, and just looking at them made his originally tired spirit suddenly feel much more relaxed.

Suddenly, he propped himself up from the sofa and gently placed his hands on the heads of his two assistants.

“I have found my path, so from now on you no longer need to force yourselves to cooperate with me. You must also find your own paths.” “Professor, what does this mean—are you leaving us?”

The two men's eyes revealed a palpable sense of panic.

"No, of course not."

Looking at them, a rare tenderness appeared on Li Wei's face.

"You are the most important people to me, and we will never be apart."

The next day, the sun rose as usual.

With the holidays over, the young wizards resumed classes amidst swirling undercurrents.

From the morning onwards, the legend of the secret chamber began to circulate among the four colleges.

As class time approached, almost all the young wizards knew about it—anxiety quickly spread.

Aside from the fact that Slytherin students started to become arrogant and only looked at people with their necks when they walked.

Other students either wore glasses or always had a mirror on their faces—even though they didn't know what the purpose of it was.

In fact, apart from Hermione and the others, even Malfoy didn't know that the Chamber of Secrets contained a basilisk.

All the students knew was that a place called the Secret Room might have been opened, and that something terrifying was likely to appear at night. If you weren't wearing any props that allowed you to spy through walls, you might be targeted by 'it'.

This is the original version devised by Cedric and Hermione.

But it quickly became one of many versions among the young wizards, with all sorts of different interpretations.

Various absurd rumors spread like the flu in the Great Hall, and the young wizards began exchanging amulets among themselves, their inner fears easing considerably through this interaction.

When Snape entered the classroom, they were still engrossed in their discussion, thoroughly enjoying themselves.

"Put away all of your ridiculous stuff!"

"ah!"

One of the witches screamed in fright, and the students scrambled to gather their belongings, their fear even greater than that of facing the ghost in the secret room.

They always knew how strict Snape was.

But today, things seem a little different.
Normally, if Snape found something irrelevant in class, he would definitely say something like—

"I thought that at least a sliver of reason remained in your barren brains, enough to distinguish between myths and reality. Clearly, I have once again overestimated your intelligence."

As a result, Snape simply watched them frantically tidy up.
One of the young wizards was quick to pack up, and in his haste, he looked up and met Snape's gaze. He froze.

His expression was one of utter horror, as if he had seen a mandrake dancing a tap dance.

Professor Snape, who is usually so cold, is actually laughing?

Could what those people said this morning be true? Is Hogwarts really going to be destroyed?!

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Just then, Snape noticed that some students were looking at him and quickly stopped smiling.

"cough!"

He coughed loudly, his serious expression returning.

But he couldn't help but recall what Li Wei had told him yesterday—"Snape, you're not actually that bad."

No, this is a classroom.

You can't laugh now.

(End of this chapter)