Hogwarts: A Chinese-Style Professor

Chapter 161 The Twenty-Eight Sacred Clans
The attendant led Li Wei through the magnificent main hall and up the ornate spiral staircase.

The magnificent golden light shone brighter the higher one climbed.

But at a certain moment, they suddenly drifted further and further away from the golden light—the servant led Li Wei into a side alley, where torches on the walls flickered, stretching and distorting their shadows.

The air became heavy and quiet, and the humming of the unknown alchemical equipment that had been coming from afar also subsided.

"Are you sure the award ceremony will be held in a place like this?"

The servant stopped in front of an inconspicuous door made of black iron, his face still bearing that humble, fake smile.

He opened the door—a dazzling golden light shone from within, illuminating his face.

"The president is waiting for you inside. Of course, you can also choose not to go in."

He seemed completely unconcerned that Li Wei would choose to leave.

This unintentional attitude made Li Wei smell a foul stench that he hadn't smelled in a long time.

The door remained open, but the servant had already raised his head and was staring directly at Li Wei, his face filled with undisguised pride and disdain—as if to say, if you back down now, you are cowardly towards us.

At that moment, following his gaze, Li Wei suddenly felt with unparalleled clarity a hidden yet powerful source of energy quietly enveloping his body.

The curse—which should have erupted at the end of the semester—descended for nearly two months before quietly descending.

Li Wei reached out and grabbed at it, rubbing a few wisps of black smoke from his fingers—that was all he could capture.

interesting.

Voldemort's understanding of dark magic was truly profound—even though he had also reached the legendary level, he still didn't quite understand how the other party had managed to do this—simply by casting a curse on a position, he could produce such a long-lasting and profound effect.
Moreover, it was so well hidden that he was only able to detect it at the very moment the curse fully erupted.

But this curse before me is clearly not magic, but man-made—how did he do it? And how can it affect me?
"What, are you scared? Then tuck your tail between your legs and leave—but remember, this is our final warning to you!"

"afraid?"

Emerging from his contemplative state, Li Wei glanced at the servant in front of him.

He didn't speak, but began to step into the room bathed in golden light.

He probably already had a guess about what awaited him.

The servant's fingers trembled slightly as he closed the door after Li Wei's figure disappeared.

The room inside the door was fairly spacious, but the long table in the middle was so large that it made it feel cramped again.

It's less like a meeting room and more like a makeshift interrogation room.

What awaited him inside was not Nebamon, the president of the Egyptian Alchemy Association, but five elegantly dressed, arrogant wizards.

Li Wei glanced at them and immediately understood their background—their robes were made of luxurious materials with a distinctly British style, and the cuffs and collar were embroidered with the emblems of pure-blood families. Their eyes held a mixture of scrutiny and contempt.

"Master Li Wei, I believe this is our first meeting?"

The leader was a male wizard with his hair neatly combed and his chin held high. He looked down at Li Wei with a condescending gaze, as if he were evaluating a product.

"I thought you guys were gradually being phased out, but I didn't expect you to be quite powerful."

Li Wei sat down casually on the bench near the door, raising his legs without any hesitation and tapping them on the table.

His nonchalant attitude caused the five people present to frown in displeasure. "It seems you haven't figured out your own position yet."

Upon hearing these somewhat familiar words, Li Wei couldn't help but chuckle.

"Then please help me understand, understand—but before we take action, there's something I'm curious about."

"The Twenty-Eight Sacred Races, that's what you call them—is that right?"

Seeing someone nod with a reserved and arrogant air, Li Wei continued to ask:
"As far as I know, in order to maintain the nobility of your bloodline, your families are becoming smaller and smaller—I think it won't be long before you people naturally disappear into history."

In order to maintain the so-called 'purity of bloodline', pure-blood families have long practiced endogamy within a limited number of twenty or so families.

This result not only led to extremely serious genetic diseases, but also resulted in low fertility rates and very few offspring.

For example, the Gaunt family, to which Voldemort belonged, was completely wiped out long after Voldemort—Tom Riddle was the last bloodline of this family.

Furthermore, some pure-blood members were killed or imprisoned in Azkaban as followers of Voldemort during the First and Second Wizarding Wars, further reducing their already small population base.

Li Wei never expected that they would still have such power.
"This is nothing but the erroneous prejudice that you filthy bastards with impure blood can come up with with your narrow minds."

Li Wei saw the leading male wizard remove his top hat and place it aside, revealing a shiny bald head.

"We don't need to explain anything to you—we brought you here just to let you know that our patience is running out."

"If it weren't for Dumbledore's sake, you would be gone from this world today."

"This is our final warning—after today's medal ceremony, immediately cease all discussions regarding that alchemical artifact that allows Squibs to cast spells."

"Alternatively, you can choose to work with us—we can offer you a respectable option."

They handed over all the technology and patents related to alchemy tools and promised to cease related research.

In return, we can give you a real opportunity to enter high society.

Money, fame, status, even the approval of a pure-blood family. We can give you all of these.

"Otherwise, if an 'accident' happened in Cairo, far from Hogwarts, Dumbledore would probably find it difficult to investigate the matter thoroughly."

After all, alchemical experiments always come with risks, don't they?

Five pairs of eyes focused on Li Wei, awaiting his answer, or rather, his submission.

Faced with their warnings, Li Wei couldn't help but shake his head and sigh:

"It's really interesting how you all talk to yourselves—you're all cut from the same cloth. It reminds me of those idiots from my school days."

Before he knew it, the wand had appeared in Li Wei's hand.

Before anyone could react, a bolt of lightning struck, piercing the heart of a wizard on the right—he stared blankly down at the gaping hole in his chest, utterly incredulous.

"Uh-uh-"

Amidst the intermittent hissing sounds, the expressions of the other four people in the arena changed drastically, and they all stood up abruptly.

But the thunder was much faster than they were moving.

(End of this chapter)