Hogwarts: A Chinese-Style Professor

Chapter 68 Fortunately, we have Professor Li Wei

Li Wei's petrified dreams continued, but began to become intermittent.

During his long slumber, he could occasionally feel a familiar yet gentle magic trying to "knock" on the statue, attempting to elicit a reaction from the indolent magic within him.

At these times, Li Wei would always be passively awakened from his 'slumber' and actively respond to this feeling.

Although the magic power within his body was as if it were sealed tightly by cement, making it impossible to mobilize.

But Li Wei discovered that this process was actually like a weight training exercise for him.

This situation is no different from him controlling the magic within his body to remain dormant, and then trying to influence the magic of the outside world, but it is even more effective.

The training he underwent, which allowed him to ignite eighty-one fiery flames without using his own magic, might be completed once he wakes up.

At that time, he will be able to use the vast magical power within him to resonate with the magical power in the outside world.

With the two methods of using magic combined, even Li Wei himself began to look forward to what effects they would produce.

In the first week after Christmas, all the students at Hogwarts felt as if they had briefly experienced a storm.

Fortunately, it's all over now.
At night, students carrying large and small bags gathered in the lobby at the castle gate, preparing for their temporary suspension of classes, their expressions dejected.

Professor McGonagall suddenly appeared in the hall and announced that the crisis had been resolved and they no longer needed to go home.

Furthermore, Headmaster Dumbledore came to her side—which gave all the young wizards a huge boost of confidence.

He said with a smile, "Please put your luggage back, and then everyone go to the auditorium."

I have two important announcements to make, and—to celebrate our overcoming of this difficult time, I will exercise the powers that belong to me as principal.

We're taking a break tomorrow; we're having a celebration party tonight!

The students, having heard the good news, exchanged glances—and with the first cheer, the entire castle was filled with joyful sounds.

Harry stood in a corner of the castle, smiling as he watched this scene—thanks to Madam Pomfrey's treatment and the help of the phoenix's tears, his injuries were no longer a serious problem.

According to Headmaster Dumbledore, this was a reward for his bravery.

In addition, the other party has decided to add 200 points to his House Cup score, which should be announced later—this would have been a great honor, but Harry feels that he is no longer so enthusiastic about it.

More than excitement, he felt a sense of desolation and sadness—after all, this peace was something Professor Li Wei had bought, but he himself had...
Without a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, how will they learn in the future?
"Hey buddy, why are you standing all alone in the corner? That's not like you."

Ron found Harry and put his arm around his shoulder.

Hermione appeared beside them without them noticing, and looking at Harry with concern, she said:
"Harry, where have you been all this time? I've searched the whole castle and can't find you."

Judging from Harry's earlier reckless departure and Professor Levy's disappearance, she wasn't naive enough to think nothing had happened.

"Well—a lot has happened, I'll tell you about it later."

"What do you mean? You went on an adventure without my knowledge?"

Ron's gaze toward Harry became wary.

Harry found his gaze amusing and suddenly laughed, nudging him on the shoulder with his elbow.

"That's right, I'm not the same person I used to be."

The celebration lasted all night. With the crisis over, the tense nerves suddenly relaxed, and the younger students were suddenly starving.

When they put their luggage back in their dorm rooms and arrived at the auditorium, it had already been transformed by the professors.

The main colors were crimson and gold, representing Gryffindor, and a deep red carpet stretched from the Great Hall entrance all the way to the professors' bench.

Four long tables in the college were uniformly covered with red tablecloths, and a huge banner hung on the wall—embroidered with lifelike lions in gold thread.

Even the chocolates on the table have lion designs.

Not only the students of the other three houses, but even Gryffindor themselves didn't understand what was happening—though that didn't stop them from being happy.

But they were so hungry that they didn't have time to worry about anything else.

The students had barely sat down when they began to wolf down their food, the clatter of knives and forks and the sounds of chewing filling the air—Ron's cheeks were bulging, like a hamster storing food.

Just then, his two older brothers suddenly made faces at him—George had a carrot stuck in his nose, and Fred had a sausage stuck in his nose.

"puff--"

Ron was caught off guard and burst out laughing, spitting out the food in his mouth. Hermione gave him a disapproving look but didn't say anything to scold him, and the others didn't care either.

Today is a happy day, and they should enjoy themselves to the fullest and have fun so that they will have the energy to face the 'torture' of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor in the new semester, and then give the Slytherin students something even tougher!

Older students, however, were far less relaxed – many felt relieved, as if they had escaped a disaster.

When they returned home for the holidays, their parents checked their studies and found remarkable improvement in their spell control. They also praised their Defense Against the Dark Arts instructors.

This made them realize that the next few years at Hogwarts would likely be the period of their fastest improvement—which instilled a sense of urgency in everyone.

If the school really has to suspend classes because of the Chamber of Secrets incident, they will be the ones who suffer the most—who knows if the Ministry of Magic will consider their difficulties and postpone the exams?

And even so, the result would be just as bad for them—they had already started to rely on Levi's study materials.

Moreover, if Li Wei hadn't pushed them, they felt they probably wouldn't have studied so hard.

Therefore, students in fifth grade and above rarely get involved in fights between younger students—they simply don't have the time or inclination.

Of course, there's something they're ashamed to admit: the spells cast by those fourth-grade students are incredibly powerful, and if they were to join the 'battle,' the chances of them losing are quite high.

This is also normal.

Everyone here is studying under the same professor, so it's hard to find a way to counter their moves.

They also had to prepare for the OWL and NEWT exams, and they didn't put as much effort into combat specialization as the fourth-year students—they already knew about the special way fourth-year students were taught.

I feel envious and jealous, but there's nothing I can do about it.

While lamenting their bad luck, they were also genuinely grateful to be able to study under Professor Li Wei.

As they clinked glasses, they looked at each other and exchanged knowing smiles.

Fortunately, we have Professor Li Wei.

(End of this chapter)