Hogwarts: A Chinese-Style Professor

Chapter 153 Professor McGonagall's Gift

Another year has passed!

Dumbledore said cheerfully.

"Before you can fully enjoy these delicious dishes, I must trouble you to listen to an old man's cliché."

Dumbledore's deep blue eyes turned to Levi on the professor's seat.

All the students followed his gaze and looked at the professor who had almost changed the entire ecology of Hogwarts.

"This year, we have a new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor—Professor Levi. As the headmaster, I must express my heartfelt gratitude for his contributions in front of all of you."

Whether it's the unique, innovative, and highly efficient teaching methods he brings, or the alchemical tools and practice guides he personally funds for you.

There was also the crown and the day of freedom he and the vice-principal proposed. What a wonderful year it was.

I bet your little brains are now much more knowledgeable than they used to be.

Fortunately, you have the entire summer vacation ahead of you, which will allow you to properly digest all that material before the next semester begins, and clear your minds.

"Now, as far as I know, we will first hold the Academy Cup awards ceremony. The specific scores for each academy are as follows:

Fourth place, Gryffindor, 405 points.

Third place, Hufflepuff, 422 points.

Second place, Ravenclaw, 456 points.

First place: Slytherin, 472 points.

A thunderous cheer and stomping erupted from the Slytherin table.

The second-place Ravenclaw students couldn't help but glare at them – because of Professor Levy's new exam bonus system, their House Cup scores had been far ahead.

However, Professor Snape finally realized near the end of the term that Ravenclaw was the biggest competitor, not Gryffindor, whose grades were at the bottom.

So he shifted his focus and began frequently picking fights with Ravenclaw students.

He's completely shameless in his efforts to help Slytherin win the House Cup!
"You've really lost all sense of shame, haven't you, Snape?"

When Li Wei heard the Slytherin scores, he casually made a sarcastic remark to Snape.

Professor McGonagall, sitting on his other side, suddenly let out a small chuckle—Snape's face darkened instantly—not at Professor McGonagall's reaction, but at Levi!
But considering the help Li Wei had given him a few days ago, and the academy's philosophy that Li Wei had mentioned, Snape shifted slightly and didn't respond.

Fortunately, Snape wasn't the only one who was shameless.

"Yes, yes, it is a good performance," said Dumbledore. "However, a recent incident must also be taken into account."

Then he waved his wand.

Amidst the students' uncontrollable screams, a colossal, suffocatingly large basilisk corpse suddenly appeared behind him.

Even after being treated, the huge, closed pupils and the robust, tall body still instilled a deep sense of panic in the students who saw it.

They all looked at Harry, the savior, with disbelief in their eyes—Dude, this is the thing you helped kill?

"We just finished repairing this basilisk body recently—Hogwarts suffered quite a bit because of it a few months ago, didn't it?"
Professor Levi told me that he had been petrified during the battle, and that Harry delivered the final, fatal blow.

Although I had already given Harry a bonus once, I felt it wasn't nearly enough—and I imagine those of you who have seen this monster's corpse feel the same way.

No student spoke; the entire room fell into a deathly silence.

Only Snape's cheek twitched slightly, as if he foresaw something happening again.

"Based on Harry's discovery of a secret hidden in the castle for a thousand years, and his defeat of the dangerous ancient creature, the safety of all the students was ensured."

Dumbledore's voice became incredibly solemn.

"I'm going to award Gryffindor another hundred points!"

silence.

Deathly silence.

Then—a roar of cheers erupted from the Gryffindor table, nearly shaking the ceiling.

Li Wei subtly turned his gaze and saw a happy smile on Professor McGonagall's face—her eyes seemed to sparkle slightly.

As for Snape, Levi felt he might just walk away at any moment.

Listening to the deafening cheers and watching Snape force an awkward smile as he shook hands with Professor McGonagall, Levi sat calmly in his chair, feeling somewhat detached.

That's strange. Is he really the only one at Hogwarts who doesn't care about the House Cup scores and results?

"Li Wei, don't rush to leave. Call your two assistants over. I have a gift for you."

As Professor McGonagall returned to her seat, she turned to Levi and whispered a message in his ear.

Li Wei readily agreed—what could it be that Professor McGonagall wanted to see him about? And why was she bringing two assistants?
At night, when all the hustle and bustle fades away and all the noise returns to silence.

Li Wei, accompanied by two assistants, arrived at the auditorium as invited.

The vast Hogwarts Great Hall was empty and deserted. The long tables had been cleared away, and only the starry sky (magical ceiling) cast a cool glow upon it.

When Li Wei led Qiao Weili and Jia Meier into this place, their footsteps echoed on the stone ground, sounding exceptionally clear.

Just then, the torches on the surrounding walls suddenly burst into flame with a "poof," igniting a warm light that dispelled the darkness.

Immediately afterwards, all the candles on the ceiling were relit, and magical light shone down from the sky, making it as bright as day.

Professor McGonagall stood in the center of the auditorium, still wearing her dark green gown with silver trim, her hair meticulously combed, and her expression more solemn than ever before.

"Welcome to Hogwarts."

She looked at Jovel and Camille as if she were meeting them for the first time, yet with a gentle gaze. "First, I need to determine which college each of you will be attending."

Classification is a very important ritual because during your time at Hogwarts, the house is like your home.

The names of the four colleges are as follows:

Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin.

Each college has its own glorious history and has produced outstanding wizards and sorceresses.

Levi smiled—he understood what gift Professor McGonagall wanted to give him.

He stepped back without making a sound, further revealing his clear view to his two assistants, and gently pushed them from behind with both hands—drawn by this force, they subconsciously moved forward and eventually stopped in front of Professor McGonagall.

Professor McGonagall nodded to them and gently placed a four-legged stool in front of them.

Then, the hat twisted. A wide slit appeared in the brim, like a mouth.

The hat started singing:

Oh, the scene seems a bit small today.

But that's alright, I'm an old man with a lot of experience.

These two new faces also deserve my loud and clear singing!
I have been placed on countless heads.

I have distinguished between ambition, wisdom, courage, and kindness.

Any thoughts hidden in your mind,

They couldn't escape the Demon Hat's sharp eyes.
Try it on!

I will tell you,

Which college should you be assigned to?

Come wear me!
Don't be afraid!
Don't panic!

In my hands (even though I don't have any hands)
You're absolutely safe because I'm a thinking magic hat!
Under the watchful eyes of George and Camille, the Sorting Hat sang the song with great passion.

Jowell clapped along to show his appreciation, while Camille stared at it, somewhat lost in thought.

At that moment, Professor McGonagall took a few steps forward.

"Whoever's name I call now will put on his hat, sit on the stool, and wait for the sorting."

At this moment, Jowell quietly took a half step back, giving the priority sorting opportunity to Camille.

Professor McGonagall nodded silently and looked at the somewhat apprehensive Camille.

"Jia Meier!"

Jia Meier unconsciously clenched her robes with her hands, which were placed straight at her sides, before stiffly and mechanically stepping onto the stage like a robot.

In fact, aside from magic, she experienced very little else.

Her indifference often served as a protective shield.

Camille touched the oil stains on the Sorting Hat with her fingers. She was slightly disgusted, but then put it on.

"Oh, what a rare idea! It's like a piece of pure crystal that's missing a piece."

Very courageous, very talented—and with a strong desire to prove himself.

You have an unwavering will, that's for sure.

But this perseverance cannot be fully stimulated by the Hufflepuff's comfortable environment.

You don't crave the fiery courage of Gryffindor—then the answer is clear—Slytherin!

The hat provided the conclusion.

Jia Meier immediately felt relieved—of course she hoped to be assigned to the same college as Professor Li Wei.

Professor McGonagall nodded and continued:
"Joeway!"

Jowell nodded and stepped forward, taking the Sorting Hat from Camille's hand. He glanced at the hat before calmly putting it on.

"Yes, what a warm and powerful thought, like a carefully tended fertile land, deep, rich, and full of quiet strength."

"Your patient dedication day after day, without ever seeking the spotlight, is so pure and so solid as to be the foundation that supports others."

But deep within you, there exists an unshakable set of principles and resilience.

You are not inclined to shrewd calculations, nor is a pure thirst for knowledge your primary motivation.

"Such pure qualities, such a steadfast soul! Without a doubt! Hufflepuff will be proud of you!"

Immediately, the Sorting Hat raised its voice, and that aged yet clear voice once again resounded throughout the Great Hall:

"Hufflepuff!"

With this, their separation from their respective schools officially came to an end.

Li Wei had somehow ended up standing with Professor McGonagall, smiling at the two students and clapping in unison.

"I remember you rejected me so righteously back then, why have you changed your mind now?"

In response to Li Wei's question, Professor McGonagall simply chuckled.

"Li Wei, don't play dumb with me."

(End of this chapter)