Hogwarts: A Chinese-Style Professor

Chapter 76 Awakening
Two months have passed since Li Wei was petrified.

After forgetting Lockhart's embarrassing moment, Jowell smoothly took over his position—although after a month of non-stop work, the young man's face showed some signs of fatigue.

"I'm going to class."

Jowell bids farewell to Camille.

"You're really quite the teacher, my great professor—why don't you just teach at Hogwarts sometime in the future?"

"Haa, don't talk nonsense."

Jowell left with a heavy heart—too many young wizards had been seeking his advice lately, the confinement had extended to evenings from Monday to Friday, and Professor McGonagall had been subtly reminding him to be mindful of his teaching methods.
While feeling fulfilled, Joe also experienced a sense of weakness and exhaustion.

He really didn't know how to deal with those little wizards.

Unlike Qiao Weili's exhaustion, Jia Meier now feels that every day is wonderful.

After confirming that Jovelly and the house-elf Barton had left, she set up a simple barrier in the room and came to the statue of Levi.

Good morning, professor.

As usual, she hugged the statue of Levi, then picked up her wand and tried to channel magic into three locations: his forehead, heart, and right hand.

As for the spell used, it was the simplest fluorescent flash.

This was all the result of Joe Verri's research over the past month—he identified the areas where the three professors reacted most strongly and used the simplest incantations to stimulate their bodies repeatedly.

Through years of repeated spellcasting, Livy's body has become extremely sensitive to magic, like a sophisticated magical machine that automatically responds to all surrounding magical fluctuations.

The members of their society used to play a game where one person would use a spell to attack, and the other would use a counter-spell to "knock" the spell back and cancel it out.

Li Wei is the best at this game because no one has ever put in as much effort as him.

With just one action, his magic will spontaneously adapt to the change required—whether he wants to use a spell or a counter-spell.

The difficulty now is that he is completely petrified, unable to move his limbs or the magic within him in the slightest.

The two assistants were trying to stimulate the magic within Li Wei's body to flow spontaneously.

"call--"

Camille had just finished another round of magical stimulation and was about to hug Levi again to give herself a small reward—when suddenly a heartbeat came from inside Levi's statue.

day to day.

Livy's thoughts floated in darkness.

Since being moved to the inner office, he has rarely been disturbed—only when an external source of magic stimulates his body can he briefly and quickly regain consciousness and actively try to mobilize that magic.

This is a never-ending weight training exercise.

He was unaware of the passage of time; he simply kept going with the flow of this stimulus.

It felt as if he had an alarm clock in his head that rang every minute – every time the alarm went off, it was time for him to train with all his might.

Once the alarm clock goes off, he will immediately fall into a deep sleep again.

The soul awakens in slumber and is sealed in petrification—if it weren't for the special nature of petrification, even Li Wei would feel exhausted in this state.

But now, he only needs to concentrate fully—in every moment of lucidity, to seize the fleeting sensations of magic as it strikes, and to do everything in his power to respond to the magic from the outside world.
Everything happened in silence.

Magic is like the ebb and flow of the tide.

Li Wei seized every high tide, attempting to use magic to influence and control it.
"咚咚-"

Accompanied by a soft heartbeat.

Li Wei suddenly seized upon a fleeting opportunity.

A tiny ray of light ignited from between his brows, and a beam of light emanated from there, branching into countless paths that illuminated his heart, the tip of his nose, his lips and teeth, connecting back to his heart, and then spreading throughout his body.
A tranquil picture of magical light unfolded before Jia Meier's eyes. She stared wide-eyed at the scene, unable to comprehend it.

"Dong dong——!"

Li Wei's heart pounded even harder.

His statue began to tremble.

The magic in the air began to vibrate, slightly yet firmly—as if an invisible force was constantly pulling at them. It was as if a dragon had opened its eyelids.

The absolute prohibition within Li Wei was broken. The magic power within him, which had been imprisoned and petrified by his consciousness for a long time, finally connected with the magic power outside and began to move together.

hum-

A deep, resonant hum that acted directly on the soul echoed in Li Wei's mind.

At this moment, even without external magical stimulation, he was fully awake.

A feeling of emotion he couldn't yet comprehend welled up within him, and the two magical perspectives merged completely at that moment, becoming one—just then, Camille hurriedly retrieved the petrification potion and dripped it onto his petrified body.
"Kacha——"

A faint sound, like ice cracking, suddenly rang out in the room.

"Click, click, click—!"

As the first cracking sound rang out, countless fragments slid off Li Wei's body.

To Jia Meier's delighted gaze, his lying body straightened up, revealing Li Wei's perfect figure beneath layers of shattered, tile-like stones.

"professor--!"

She was about to speak when she saw Li Wei raise his head.

Li Wei felt the magic in the air constantly resonating with him—he had never had such a clear thought before.

At this moment.

He can command everything.

So he waved his hand.

"Boom!"

A thunderclap suddenly resounded in the sky above Hogwarts.

The next moment, an indescribable burst of intense light erupted from Li Wei's body, warm and pure, with a milky white radiance full of life.

The light, centered on him, spread rapidly like ripples on water, instantly bursting out of the school hospital, flooding the corridors, and engulfing the auditorium.
In Transfiguration class, Professor McGonagall was demonstrating how to turn a cat into a blanket when she was suddenly enveloped in light and looked up in astonishment at the exclamations of the young wizards.

Snape looked up abruptly from the cellar, his pupils dilating in shock and unease.

Professor Flitwick was teaching his students how to use advanced applications of the Flurry Charm when a sudden burst of bright light startled the students!
"No, no, this isn't my spell!"

He was jumping around on the pile of books when he accidentally fell to the ground. The students burst into laughter, but they didn't understand what had happened.

Professor Sprout was tending to the mandrakes in the greenhouse when he looked up in surprise—the mandrakes seemed to sense something and were behaving strangely docilely at this moment.

Helena, floating atop the tower, saw the blinding light and her eyes blazed with fervor—"A legend! He's actually embarked on the path to legend! Excellent! This makes me even more certain about what I need him to do!"

Dumbledore sat in his office stirring lemon tea with five spoonfuls of sugar.

His movements paused slightly for a moment, and a relieved smile appeared on his face.

"Why aren't your spells as powerful as others'? It has nothing to do with talent, it's mainly because..."

Inside the classroom, Jowell was answering a student's question.

But when the warm white light shone into the room, he immediately stopped talking.
The next moment, the young wizards saw him run away without regard for anything else—magic was released from his toes, bursting out with a fierce gust of wind!
In just one second, his figure had disappeared from the classroom.

The only person who could elicit this reaction from him was Professor Li Wei.

"Professor Li Wei must have woken up!"

Hermione shouted excitedly.

Then all the little wizards excitedly ran out of the classroom!

Their footsteps and the resulting vibrations in the floorboards were so loud that they immediately attracted the attention of students in other classrooms.

Soon, with the permission of the other professors, all the students ran out of the classroom, their excited footsteps echoing as they surged toward the first floor.

(End of this chapter)