Hogwarts: A Chinese-Style Professor

Chapter 114 March: A Month of Blossoming and Bearing Fruit (Sixth Update)
The selection process for the Duel Club continued from afternoon until evening.

An hour after the students' initial presentation, Li Wei began to accelerate his progress, conducting two assessments simultaneously each time.

I finally finished all the assessments before the night tour started.

Even after the last student finished the assessment, many students remained in the venue—they all cheered together, applauding the last student and also applauding themselves.

For them, today was like another celebration.

"The club's selection results will be announced at 7:00 AM tomorrow. The second round of assessments is scheduled for next Saturday. That concludes today, and the club is disbanded."

Li Wei returned to his office amidst cheers from the students.

Along the way, Qiao Weili and Jia Meier continued to discuss several promising talents they had seen in this assessment.

However, more often than not, this kind of discussion is just a way to chat.

After spending a long time at Hogwarts, the two of them gradually became infected by the atmosphere of the campus and assimilated by the students' vitality.

As Li Wei listened to their conversation, a smile gradually crept onto his lips—it seemed he wasn't the only one whose life had been changed since arriving here.
"Professor, it's time for today's training."

As soon as Jia Meier arrived at the office, she extended an invitation to Li Wei.

"it is good."

Li Wei calmly agreed and followed her into the inner room, but his mind was preoccupied with other things.

Classes are held from Monday to Friday. Saturday afternoons are the fixed activity time for the Duel Club. Saturday evenings are for training with Camille, and Sunday afternoons are for study group meetings.

Occasionally, I also have to supervise the students' detention.
The professors at Hogwarts certainly lead very fulfilling lives.

Fortunately, after becoming a legend, he felt that his body was more resilient—and he should still be able to withstand these things before he turned one hundred.

"boom."

Joey watched the door close gently and chuckled softly.

He enjoys this peaceful yet fulfilling life—as long as the three of them are together, they can do anything.

Studying magic alone, as I always have, is necessary and exciting, but I still prefer a more comfortable life like this.

While there's still time, he might as well study magic for a while.

March at Hogwarts has come to an end amidst a busy and fulfilling period.

Filch was the first to reap the rewards.

One night in late March, he was walking normally in the darkness.

Since the large-scale dueling class and dueling club assessment in early March, the number of night-wandering wizards has suddenly decreased—they have realized the gap between themselves and others, and know what they lack most and what is most important, so their playful mood has gradually faded.

Night tours are fine to try once or twice, but they get boring after a while.

Moreover, according to the students, Filch's aggression has decreased significantly, and the night outing has become less exciting.

The details of that dueling class and the club assessment were repeatedly mentioned by the young wizards over the course of the month—they even remembered the scores of each student who participated in the assessment.

When you're under a spell, even if you're walking down a corridor, little wizards will be able to tell you your test score.

This is very popular in many small groups, where they even use these scores to determine status and who leads the team.

So when Filch, on patrol, stumbled upon the students' nighttime stroll again, he was somewhat caught off guard. His instincts, honed over many years, compelled him to apprehend the mischievous students—he heard laughter in the darkness, and he liked being able to see the children's faces clearly in the light.

And so, the alchemical weapon he had never put down was once again pulled the trigger—Flash of Light, the simplest and most basic spell in the eyes of every wizard, yet the one he longed for most, finally answered his expectations for the first time.

"Uh—uh—uh—"

Filch's voice was stuck in his throat.

He opened his mouth wide, unable to speak at all, staring intently with his cloudy eyes at the half-meter diameter halo emanating from in front of him.

The light cast shadows on the faces of the students out for a night stroll, but Filch had completely lost interest in looking at them.

Even if he caught a hundred night-roaming wizards today, he wouldn't punish a single one of them.

For the next three minutes, Filch just stood there, staring blankly at the ball of light.

He heard the sound of a young wizard running and screaming in the darkness.

“Filch used magic—wasn’t he a Squib? Squibs can use magic! By Merlin!”

By the time Filch came to his senses, he had no idea how long he had been standing in the darkness.

The dried tear tracks on his face felt sticky, but Filch didn't bother to wipe them away. His withered fingers pulled the trigger again—his heart pounded.

The first time, it might just be a coincidence.

If he could use it this time too, Filch felt the energy in the module within his body being mobilized again—and then—a second beam of light pierced the darkness before his eyes.

a whole night.

Filch stood there like a miser, constantly using the fluorescent flashing spell until the next morning when the students found him in the corridor and bravely took him to the hospital, where his body was frozen stiff.

After Mrs. Pomfrey examined him, she found that he was simply experiencing extreme emotional fluctuations and had a slight fever.

The news of his regained spellcasting ability quickly spread like wildfire throughout the castle, with various versions circulating and becoming increasingly fantastical. Eventually, it reached Li Wei's ears as well.

Compared to the doubts of others, he accepted it quickly.

However, he doesn't have the time right now.

He finished the selection results for the Duel Club last night and had Barton paste them.

Therefore, he slept in late on Sunday morning, which was unusual for him.

By the time they learned about Filch's situation, it was already noon.

He wouldn't conclude that Filch had become a wizard and possessed spellcasting abilities just because Filch had successfully cast a spell—each case had to be judged individually.

But for now, he needs to prepare for the afternoon study group—which also gives Filch a good rest—and right now, he probably needs some time alone.

After all, a person who spends a lot of time persevering and working hard doesn't really need praise or recognition from others—the goals and achievements they make are the best medicine to soothe their strong heart.

At 1:30 p.m., all seven members of the study group arrived at the office ahead of schedule.

Li Wei had no way to comment on this phenomenon—since they've already arrived, he might as well send them the items in advance.

He took out the practice question guides he had prepared and distributed them to the students one by one, corresponding to the student's cover, which quickly drew gasps of surprise from all sides.

(End of this chapter)