Hogwarts: A Chinese-Style Professor

Chapter 105 Are you ready?

Amidst the enthusiastic cheers of the students, the red curtain was slowly lifted.

"laugh--"

Suddenly, all the candles in the auditorium went out.

Suddenly, bright lights shone down from all sides of the dome, and a red, square, diamond-shaped gift box lay quietly in the center of the stage.

"Ding-deng-deng-deng-"

Suddenly, a dense drumbeat began, growing increasingly rapid.

"Den!"

Accompanied by the crisp sound of cymbals, two legs suddenly sprouted from the bottom of the gift box, and it stood up.

"Oh~~~"

Amid cheers from the students, it grew arms again, and under the lights, it rhythmically walked step by step to the very center of the stage, following the beat of the drums.

"Let's welcome the professor who is about to arrive!"

Li Wei's voice, amplified and magically altered, echoed in the darkness.

He was a champion of the Magic Duel Tournament and is the most outstanding and learned spell master in the world today.

His office door is always open to Ravenclaws in need, and if you're really feeling down, he'll pull out his little, delicious cupcakes from his drawer and let you enjoy their dance for you.

In fact, it's worth pretending to be down just to watch them dance.

He is—Professor Felix Fritville!

"Squeak—squeak—squeak."

A cacophony of birdsong erupted, the box suddenly opened, and hundreds of fluttering robins flew out, transforming into a dazzling blue beam of light after flying a short distance under the spotlight.

When only one robin remained, it flew to the dome with the magic wand in its beak, and then swooped down.

The next moment, Professor Flitwick was standing in the center of the stage, bowing to the audience, while a robin slowly landed on his head, carrying his wand to him.

Flitwick gracefully accepted the wand and thanked him, then gently tapped the box behind him—it suddenly and violently expanded, as if some enormous thing inside was about to forcefully break out of the box!

"Snapped--"

The fragments of the gift box instantly transformed into a shower of golden starlight, scattering across the entire venue.

Amidst thunderous applause, Professor Flitwick quietly walked to the left side of the stage—and as he stood still, all the lights in the dome suddenly went out.

As if they had all guessed what was going on, the most frenzied and ecstatic screams ever heard from the Gryffindor stands!

"Professor McGonagall! Professor McGonagall! Professor McGonagall!"

Amidst thunderous applause, a giant floor-length mirror suddenly rose from the stage floor—followed by a second, a third, a fourth, a fifth, and tenth mirrors!
Ten mirrors reflected different images of the stage—amidst the shifting light and shadow in the darkness, the sound of a four-limbed creature walking suddenly echoed across the silent stage.

It was faint, almost inaudible, yet deliberately amplified, resonating around every student.

The spotlight searched left and right, looking around the stage, and finally settled on the center—where an orange cat was standing.

All ten full-length mirrors now show the same scene—a cat standing obediently in front of the mirror, licking its paws.

Just as the students were somewhat stunned, Li Wei's altered voice rang out again.

Let's welcome—

"An undisputed master of Transfiguration, a master of duels—a pillar of support that makes students feel warm and secure—the Vice-Headmistress of Hogwarts, our strictest and most outstanding Transfiguration professor—Professor McGonagall!"

"Roar!!!"

Alongside the applause that seemed to lift the entire stadium, a deafening roar of a lion erupted.

As the students stared in disbelief, they looked toward the center of the stage—the orange kitten from before had vanished, replaced by a Gryffindor lion whose body was wreathed in golden-red flames.

When her majestic amber eyes swept across the entire audience, even the cheers fell silent.

But the next moment, a very human-like smile appeared on its face—accompanied by a towering burst of blazing flames, Professor McGonagall calmly stepped out from the dissipating flames.

With a light tap of her wand, she transformed the last spark into a lion-shaped brooch on her collar. After a moment of silence, the entire hall erupted in applause and cheers ten times louder than before.

"A master of Transfiguration! Harry, our Headmaster is undoubtedly a master of Transfiguration!"

Ron yelled excitedly at Harry—otherwise his voice would be completely drowned out by the noisy atmosphere in the Great Hall.

"Nonsense—do you even need to tell me that!"

He roared back at Ron, his face beaming with a warm smile—the pressure and exhaustion that had been building up since killing the basilisk had vanished completely in that moment.

He instinctively turned his head away.

Hermione was screaming loudly beside him, waving her arms wildly, her face as red as a monkey's bottom, down to her neck, her eyes fixed on Professor McGonagall in the center of the stage, sparkling.

In fact, they weren't the only ones who were excited.

With Professor Flitwick playing a supporting role, Professor McGonagall's appearance completely ignited the enthusiasm of all the young wizards.

They can't wait to see what happens next!
As Professor McGonagall walked to the left side of the large stage, the dazzling light once again illuminated the entire Great Hall, and the young wizards guessed what was going to happen next.

"Duel—Duel—Duel—!"

Their shouts echoed like waves throughout the auditorium.

The two professors, who were originally going to talk about some concepts of transfiguration and spells, were slightly stunned and subconsciously looked at a corner in the darkness.

Levi and Snape, their faces dark, stood in the shadows of the corner.

Seeing them looking over, Li Wei smiled and spoke again without hesitation.

In such a joyful and exciting atmosphere, what is there to be pretentious about?

"Excellent! I see your enthusiasm! There's no doubt you're eager to witness a truly high-quality event!"
What are we waiting for?! Let me hear your applause! Not enthusiastic enough!

Wow!
The audience erupted in cheers, with hundreds of students shouting and clapping their hands until they were red.

Even the seventh graders, who were under the most pressure, temporarily forgot about the exam and shouted with abandon.

"Very good—! Then—Felius—Flitwick! Our esteemed dueling master!"

Faced with an exceptionally strong challenger, are you ready?

Professor Flitwick stretched out his hands, jumping and shouting excitedly. The magic perfectly reproduced every detail of his voice, and Levi could even hear the tremor in his voice.

"I'm ready—! I'm ready—!"

"Very good! Now, students of Gryffindor, let me hear your applause!"

The Gryffindors went completely crazy; they wanted nothing more than to amplify their applause!

Amidst thunderous applause, Li Wei's voice rang out once more.

"So—Minerva—McG—! Our esteemed master of Transfiguration, are you—ready to face the former dueling champion?!"

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips slightly, her face still bearing its usual serious and composed demeanor—but amidst the overwhelming cheers and in such a 'highly anticipated' setting, she felt there was no need for her to maintain her composure any longer.

"I'm really looking forward to it!"

She honestly expressed her thoughts, her blood boiling with passion, and looked at Professor Flitwick, who was excitedly waving to the students and the stage across from her.

At the same time, Li Wei's voice rang out again.

"Then—what are we waiting for—let's begin!"

　I've noticed that some readers seem to think Voldemort is more powerful than Dumbledore.

　　However, the original book clearly states that "Dumbledore was the only person Voldemort feared."

　　Furthermore, in the battle at the Ministry of Magic, Dumbledore appeared to be in complete control, even managing to protect Harry and maintain order, while Voldemort had already done his utmost.

　　In general, I agree that Voldemort, who relied on underhanded tactics, was much stronger than Dumbledore, but it doesn't seem reasonable to say that Dumbledore couldn't defeat him in a direct confrontation.

　　As for why Dumbledore didn't kill Voldemort, I personally think it's because killing him would have allowed him to resurrect, and letting him hide in the shadows would have made him even more difficult to deal with.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)