Hogwarts: A Chinese-Style Professor

Chapter 163 A Clumsy Provocation
On the graveyard-like flat ground, sixteen children of different ages, dressed in the same rough, ill-fitting gray robes, squatted on the yellowish soil, silently drawing circles.

Their eyes were empty and devoid of any childlike vitality, as if their souls had been ripped out.

As the three purebloods crossed the open, thorn-bound threshold, all the children turned their heads in unison, staring at them expressionlessly—even faced with this expected scene, the three still trembled uncontrollably.

"Uncles, it seems you have completely failed."

boom!
Overwhelmed by an indescribable fear, the three of them knelt down uncontrollably.

"We underestimated him! That guy is a legendary wizard! He can control the power of lightning!"

"Yes, not only did you fail to achieve your goal, you also led the wild dogs into your master's hunting grounds."

The figure on the throne looked listlessly behind the three and said indifferently:

"Aren't you going to show yourself, Professor Levi, the newly crowned legendary wizard?"

Surprisingly, the voice coming from beneath the imposing mask was that of a young man.

"No—don't joke around. This place is protected by the Crimson Loyalty Curse. Even a legendary realm expert couldn't possibly get in."

The young man's voice was like a sledgehammer striking a death knell, and the three purebloods couldn't help but turn their heads—there was nothing in front of them but a wide courtyard wall entangled in thorns.

They subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief at the Crimson Loyalty Spell, but how could a spell that worked even against a mysterious person, even if that person was also at the legendary level, possibly be effective?
"I'm curious—how did you find me?"

Rumble!
As the cold voice rang out, thunder roared instantly.

A crimson figure suddenly appeared out of thin air beside the three pure-blood wizards, his left hand outstretched like a fan, and slammed down on one of them with a speed that the three could not react to at all!
As if by magic, everything his palm touched lit up with blue light and black smoke—and the next moment, the figure that had been kneeling on the ground suddenly disappeared.

Amidst a sickening crackling sound of electricity, a solid bolt of lightning erupted from the crimson figure's hand, instantly piercing the brains of the other two pure-blood wizards.

He had only just finished speaking after doing all of this.

The figure on the throne simply watched as Livy carried out an overwhelming massacre before him—along with the sixteen children around him.

Two children, a boy and a girl, silently approached the throne, their lifeless eyes fixed on Li Wei, sending chills down one's spine.

Li Weiguang couldn't help but frown as he looked into their eyes.

Child, the graveyard, a hidden place protected by the Fidelity Charm. It seems the magical world still holds secrets unknown to him.

Was this caused by Voldemort's curse, or was it an existing, hidden family that had never come out into the world?

According to the Twenty-Eight Holy Families, there seem to be many secrets behind the pure-blood families.
"How did they find you?"

The figure in black robes let out a sneer, seemingly quite disdainful of Li Wei—even though the realm Li Wei had reached was something he had always dreamed of and longed for.

“This place is my ancestral home. Every blade of grass, every tree, even the air and soil belong to me. How could I not notice the entry of an outsider like you?”

Besides, isn't your tracking method just that lightning mark on his hand?

The man in black robes pointed to the scorched ground—where a figure had been kneeling before, but now only wisps of smoke floated.

Li Wei did not rush to make a move. He was somewhat interested in this suddenly rising force—and of course, he also felt an overwhelming sense of vigilance and disgust.

However, based on his understanding of purebloods, as long as he didn't rush to make a move, the young man in front of him would eventually tell him everything.

“I have never seen anyone like you in the magical world—living in a castle protected by the Fidelity Charm with a group of children—what are you afraid of?”

"Fear?"

As if provoked by the word, he suddenly stood up from his throne.

The commotion was so great that Li Wei even wondered if he had only heard that one word from the entire passage. But the next second, he sat back down and chuckled.

"Hmph—I'm scared—"

His laughter grew louder and louder, as if he had heard something extremely ridiculous.

"If we're talking about being timid and afraid—I'm afraid I'm not as cowardly as you, am I?"

"Li Wei, a Slytherin who entered Hogwarts in 82, was a coward who didn't even dare to aim for twelve 'O's in the OWL exams, except for the 'O's all recorded on his report card."

He recounted Li Wei's past as if reading an explanatory report.

"You think I'm scared? You didn't even dare to take the NEWT exam, afraid that your excellent results would cause a sensation. Do you think I can't guess that?"
To avoid attracting attention, you've abandoned Slytherin's pursuit of glory. I'd like to ask, what are you afraid of?

Li Wei's brows furrowed even more.

This person actually investigated his past at Hogwarts?

"I know without you saying it—I know who you're afraid of."

The young man stroked his chin, looking at Li Wei with great interest.

"You were afraid of the mysterious man—you didn't want to be his subordinate, but you didn't dare to be his enemy either—you survived the war like a shadowy rat, despicably relying on the sacrifices of others to live."

Even an old tortoise like you can become a legend at this age. If you ask me, the God of Magic is truly unfair.”

This is the first person to accurately express all of Li Wei's thoughts.

Even Dumbledore back then couldn't deduce Livy's thoughts from the slightest clues.

Li Wei did not become angry or embarrassed after being exposed; instead, he applauded with heartfelt admiration.

"amazing."

Li Wei nodded, calmly sizing up the young man before him—the fact that there was such a person among the purebloods made him look at him with new respect.

"But what about you?"

"Aren't you just like a rat hiding its nest—or do you think you're superior by choosing a location on a pyramid?"

This rudimentary idea actually aligns quite well with my understanding of pure-blood families.

Hiding in the shadows to secretly spy on others' pasts and taking pleasure in it can indeed give one a pleasant illusion of omniscience and omnipotence.

Li Wei looked around and pretended to fan his nose in disgust.

“Does living in a place like this all day bring glory to purebloods? I can’t see anything but decay and death.”

His actions undoubtedly angered the young man in front of him.

He finally stood up from his throne and looked Li Wei in the eye.

Are you trying to provoke me?

"A poor way of provoking someone!"

As he spoke, he placed his hand under the mask, and the mysterious and majestic golden mask was suddenly thrown into the air.

(End of this chapter)