Hogwarts: A Chinese-Style Professor

Chapter 109 Duel Club Recruitment

Saturday, 1 p.m.

Duel Club is recruiting.

The students who came to run for election stood at the classroom door early in the morning to wait in line. Of the nearly 300 students in Hogwarts, at least 200 had arrived at this time.

"Luckily I was smart and came to queue up at 11 a.m. — Look, otherwise where would I get such a good spot?"

Ron looked at the bustling crowd and at them standing at the head of the line, proudly boasting to Hermione and Harry.

"You're pretty good—"

Harry and Hermione both smiled and praised him.

After all, although senior Johnny had hinted to Harry that the Duel Club this week might be a huge hit—he had certainly seen yesterday's thrilling duel and knew how explosive the effect would be once the professor displayed his strength.

Let alone these children who are still attending Hogwarts.

Even assistants like him and Camille, or other students previously recruited by Levi.

Before learning his theories, who wasn't first attracted by his amazing magic?
Ignitego (forged by fire)
The professor's self-created spell combines five elements: spell, transfiguration, will, soul, and the essence of magic. It was created only after countless reflections and practices.

Long before the professor reached the legendary level, the opponent had already achieved great feats with this spell—even against a dozen Aurors at the same time, this spell could still achieve firepower coverage.

In fact, Li Wei's performance on the dueling stage yesterday was completely restrained—once he let loose, the rhythm of the battle was definitely not like last night, where both sides used spells to attack and defend.

The professor's true fighting style is to use dragon scales to protect himself, then bombard the ground with fire-forged spells, while simultaneously using other spells for precise kills.

If Ron hadn't arrived early to take his place, even if Harry had listened to Jowell's reminder, he probably would have only arrived half an hour earlier.

Then I'm afraid he'll end up at the very end of the line.

When Levi and Snape arrived in the classroom together, their behavior was quite different.

Li Wei smiled slightly, feeling that all of this was perfectly natural—if he didn't even have this kind of confidence, then he wouldn't deserve to be a legendary wizard.

Snape didn't say anything, just snorted coldly, glared at Levi, and walked into the classroom first, leaving the students behind in fear.

At this moment, he was seething with hatred.

Although he had little interest in showing off, he was very unhappy about how exhilarating the battles between the other professors and Li Wei were, and how they attracted so many students!
The fact that this second public dueling class is so grand makes the first dueling class seem like a small-scale affair.

In fact, this is indeed the case.

Even if those idiots didn't say it, he knew what was going on in their heads.

His prestige and standing among the students are steadily declining!
Now even Snape was starting to wonder whether, in the eyes of the Slytherin students, he was the Head of the House, or Livy was.

For example, right now—when Snape walked into the classroom, the students were silent, all looking at him with fear—Snape used to enjoy this fear.

If—if the cheers from the students after he closed the door didn't completely engulf the entire corridor.

Li Wei smiled and raised his hand to quiet the students down.

He looked at the crowd and announced:
"I think you've all seen the announcement. The Duel Club is re-selecting suitable members, and the requirements won't be too high—but they won't be too low either. However, this time, I won't let Snape act recklessly again, and many of you have a chance to be selected."

Of course, don't be discouraged if you're not selected. The club recruits new members every six months and re-selects members every year. As long as you continue to learn, everyone has a chance.

He then opened the door before the group of young wizards could start making a ruckus again.

"Come in and line up, there's no need to stand there like idiots."

With so many people here, can one classroom fit them all?
Some students had doubts, while older students urged them on:
“Since the professor said everyone should go in, then there’s no problem. Everyone should go in in the current order—no cutting in line.”

Ron took the lead and followed Levi into the classroom—it was hard to imagine that outside the door were ancient castle brick walls, but inside the classroom was a completely different world, and—the space was more than ten times larger!
Upon entering the classroom, the first thing you feel is warmth—the cold wind from the outside is completely blocked out, and a warm campfire burns quietly.

Next to the door was a wicker shelf where students could put their personal belongings—the students took off their scarves and thick coats and curiously looked around at everything.

Jowell and Camille stood by the shelf, guiding the students to the next area in an orderly fashion—Snape and Levi were already seated in two wicker chairs, with a long black table in front of them piled with the students' materials.

Ron didn't have time to take a good look at the classroom space—he was the first one there.

He's even starting to regret it now—why did he come so early?
At the very least, he should have stepped back behind Harry and Hermione.

"Ron Weasley?"

Hearing the slightly amused voice, Ron nervously looked up and saw the gentle Levi and the ashen-faced Snape.

"snort--!"

He heard Snape snort, seemingly quite disdainful of him.

Ron instinctively shrank his shoulders, but quickly mustered his courage and craned his neck to look at the two of them—with Professor Levi here, what are you, Snape, this old bat, so arrogant about!
"it's me."

His voice trailed off again—well, his courage only lasted a second.

After all, this was jointly reviewed by Professor Levi and Professor Snape.

The two of them sitting together was a double blow to both academic underachievers and cowards—coincidentally, Ron was both.

"I'd like to know—has your wand been replaced yet?"

Li Wei's voice was very calm, but it sounded different from his usual cold and aloof impression—it was strange, was it because he had witnessed the miracle created by Professor Li Wei in the dueling class yesterday that he was not so afraid of him?
"It's changed—Professor, how did you know my wand was different?"

"I remember reminding you and Neville shortly after I joined the company that wands are closely related to learning magic—I'm glad you took that advice."

This should mean you received at least one Progressive Scholarship from the school?

Yes—yes.

Ron's mind suddenly clicked—he almost shouted.

So Professor Li Wei knew everything—he was the one who initiated the scholarship?!

(End of this chapter)