Hogwarts: A Chinese-Style Professor

Chapter 172 Heading to the Ministry of Magic

Because of the sudden appearance of the Seven Saints, Li Wei's enthusiasm for sightseeing with his assistant was greatly diminished.

After extracting several alchemical manuscripts from the Alchemist's Guild in his capacity as honorary chairman and confirming that the method for making the Philosopher's Stone did not exist in the library, he quickly returned to Hogwarts with two assistants.

Lupin seemed quite surprised to learn of their return.

"Why are you back so soon? Didn't you say you were planning to stay there for a while?"

"Something came up."

Li Wei spoke calmly, but his two assistants' hearts tightened.

Sure enough, something did happen in Egypt.

Being late for the award ceremony is simply not Li Wei's style.

Not to mention the sudden change in the thunderclouds—the two assistants instinctively felt that this must be related to the professor.

The fact that the professor didn't tell them meant that they had absolutely no say in the matter. George and Camille lowered their eyelids, their feelings somewhat complicated.
Isn't it said that wizards make the most progress in magic when they are young? Why do they feel that the gap between themselves and professors is getting wider and wider?
Is there some trouble?

Lu Ping asked with concern.

“It’s nothing—” Li Wei paused for a moment, then looked at Lu Ping and asked, “When will the first batch of Squib training begin?”

"Uh—the first batch will consist of ten people, starting next week. In addition, six sets of alchemical pistols will be sold, one for each pure-blood and half-blood wizard families."

“Lupin, things might be a bit turbulent lately. Be careful when you go in and out of Diagon Alley. Barton, keep an eye on that area too, and let me know immediately if anything happens.”

"Is there some force that wants to cause trouble?"

Lupin asked curiously, while Barton simply nodded respectfully.

"Some purebloods don't want those Squibs to return to their families. Perhaps in their view, Squibs are meant to be eliminated, so..."

"I understand, I'll be careful!"

Lu Ping understood Li Wei's meaning and nodded solemnly.

"Do you need our help, Professor?"

The two assistants looked rather serious.

"No need, you don't need to get involved in this. Just stay at Hogwarts. This is just a temporary matter, and the situation will become clearer in a while."

After giving instructions to everyone, Li Wei returned to his room.

In the time that follows, he will focus all his efforts on perfecting the Qilin Thunder Technique.

Furthermore, with the pressure from the purebloods and the appearance of the Seven Saints, he felt his body's transformation into a legendary form was accelerating. Li Wei had a vague premonition that if this continued, his entire body would develop into a form of lightning element.

Just like Nott whom I met that day—his entire body was composed of magic, except that he was a unique lightning element.

At that time, whether it's moving or attacking, every gesture will possess pure lightning power. Perhaps, we can even develop a fast movement spell similar to the Flying Thunder God—using lightning power to locate and achieve an effect similar to Apparition.

Moreover, flying through elementalization avoids the risk of splitting apart like Apparition, and is no longer restricted by terrains where Apparition is not possible.

7 month 31 day.

After a month of seclusion, Li Wei ventured out again to receive his medal from the Ministry of Magic.

During this time, he was the talk of the wizarding world—with the opening of the shop in Diagon Alley, the first batch of Squibs officially began their training.

The method remained the same: using the alchemical pistol for magical guidance, while simultaneously teaching them to imagine and feel, with Lupin providing instruction. With Filch's successful precedent and the Alchemist's Guild's endorsement, the Squibs were quite enthusiastic about learning, and despite their slow progress, they were not discouraged at all.

After all, it took Filch nearly four months to successfully use his first spell.

Although Livy showed an indifferent attitude towards the Seven Saints, Dumbledore seemed quite concerned—he focused his investigation on the Nott family, to which Caleb Nott belonged, but unfortunately only obtained some insignificant information.

Nevertheless, his actions greatly alarmed and even caused some panic among the pure-blood families—those who knew why Dumbledore did this remained eerily silent.

Amidst the turbulent and unpredictable situation, Levi arrived at the entrance to the Ministry of Magic—a narrow and dilapidated red telephone booth against the wall.

The 'famous' Professor Lockhart once had a werewolf break into his phone booth here on a stormy night, and cleverly dealt with it—of course, he heard this story from someone else.

This was actually Levi's first time visiting the Ministry of Magic.

He picked up the old receiver and dialed the number "62442"—the letters on the telephone dial were "MAGIC".

A woman's voice, devoid of any emotion, came through the microphone.

"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic. Please state your name and purpose of visit."

"Li Wei has been invited to attend the Sir Merlin Order award ceremony."

After a brief pause, a faint mechanical whirring sound came from deep inside the phone booth.

A silver badge bearing Li Wei's name and the words "Guest of the Order of Merlin Award Ceremony" slid out of the coin return slot.

At the same time, that cold female voice rang out again:

"Guest Levi, please put on your name tag and go through security. The Ministry of Magic wishes you a pleasant day."

The phone booth began to vibrate, then settled smoothly—as if riding an elevator.

Li Wei looked out the window with great interest, watching the London street scene gradually be replaced by the dark earth—he had gradually developed this feeling since some point.

A short while later, the phone booth paused slightly and then stopped.

The door opened automatically, revealing a magnificent hall with a gleaming black floor before Li Wei.

He walked forward, with rows of gilded fireplaces embedded in the walls on both sides. Members of the Ministry of Magic would occasionally emerge from the left fireplace, while the right fireplace served as their exit.

Passing the enormous magical brothers fountain and a series of sculptures in the center of the foyer, Levi walked straight to the security checkpoint on one side of the hall, where a wizard in a peacock blue robe sat looking rather bored.

"Wand," he said routinely, extending his hand without looking up.

Li Wei didn't speak, but placed his wand on the brass instrument on the stage that resembled a balance scale.

The instrument hummed, and the quill next to it automatically flew across a roll of parchment, recording the wand's length, material, and core information.

12 inches, made of oak, with a phoenix feather core.

The security wizard glanced at the reading, then at Levi's name tag, a formulaic smile appearing on his face:
"Ah, it's you, Professor Li Wei."

The ceremony was held in the Wiesengamo Office. Walk straight down the Golden Hall to the elevator; it's on the second floor, in Reception Room 1. Wishing you a successful awarding of the medal.

Li Wei nodded slightly and walked towards the Golden Hall.

　Oak wood combined with phoenix feathers.

　　It is designed for mature and stable individuals who have experienced significant challenges. It is suitable for rational wizards with deep emotional intelligence, especially those who have grown through challenges and self-reflection.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)