Hogwarts: A Chinese-Style Professor

Chapter 27 Cedric the Red-Warm

"Why—why?! We're all of the same race. I haven't been bothering you at all. Why won't you let me practice?"

Aside from a slight stumble at the beginning, Cedric quickly got into character.

"Why?"

The student playing the "villain" paused for a moment, unable to recall his lines, but he remembered the story's background. In any case, all he had to do was mock and suppress the person in front of him and drive "Cedric" away.

Thinking of this, he half-spontaneously added:
“You’re a dud who can’t even cast a single spell. Standing here will only bother others. I’m kicking you out for everyone’s sake.”

Just then, he suddenly heard Li Wei's whisper in his ear, "Use a binding spell on him, and let this Squirrel who dares to defy you taste your power."

The student hesitated for a moment, looked at Li Wei, and saw the other nod encouragingly.
He gritted his teeth and decided to do as instructed.

Cedric was about to say something when he saw the person in front of him raise their wand at him.

"Confinement quickly!"

The light struck the helpless Cedric, binding his hands behind his back and his feet tightly together.

Li Wei waved his wand again, and a large tree rose from the ground.

The students were so impressed by Cedric's spellcasting ability that they forgot to be surprised when he was attacked—then Cedric found himself looking up and down, and he didn't know when he had been bound and hung from a tree.

At the same time, Li Wei's voice rang out from the sky, serving as a kind of narration.

"It was just a minor verbal altercation, yet Ryan Jostone treated his own people's kin, Marseille, in such a way that others couldn't stand it and stood up for him."

Following Li Wei's reminder, five students stepped forward, their faces showing a hint of nervousness. They followed Li Wei's instructions:
"Ryan, you've gone too far! We're all of the same race, put him down right now!"

At the same time, five other students stepped forward from the other side.

"What did Rien say wrong? Does a Squib even deserve to learn magic with us?"

The voice-over rang out again at this moment.

"The atmosphere on the field is so tense that it seems a major battle is inevitable."

"Everyone, use your most confident and powerful spells to find a way to defeat your opponents—your performance will determine the course of the story!"

It is unknown who launched the attack first.

The entire scene immediately descended into chaos.

To Li Wei's relief, after a month of teaching and practice, and given that the fourth-grade students were of decent quality, they at least didn't engage in the kind of fistfighting that happened with the lower grades.

But to say how well they performed, seeing that they almost only knew how to attack and had no idea how to dodge, Li Wei couldn't help but sigh.

There's just too much to teach.

These students had no concept of movement techniques, nor did they understand the rhythm of combat.

Even though we've already taught them the obstacle spell and demonstrated its various uses, why do they still just blindly try to catch the incoming spell with their bodies?

Is it because when fighting magical creatures, you're only facing low-risk creatures that can only fight in melee?

When the battle ended, not a single student was standing.

Some people grin and laugh uncontrollably like they've lost their minds; they've been poisoned by the "Grinning Laughing" spell.

Strictly speaking, a spell like "grinning and spitting out" is also a curse, a kind of black magic, right?

If no one intervenes, and the cursed person doesn't know how to break it, the spell can literally make someone laugh themselves to death. On one hand, this dangerous spell circulates freely on campus; on the other hand, Professor McGonagall forbids Levi from teaching students offensive dark magic.
This feeling is quite strange.

Li Wei shook his head, dispelling the scattered thoughts in his mind. While casting a counter-spell to dispel the dark magic, he handed potions to the injured students.

"There was no clear winner or loser. All ten of you have lost your fighting ability, but for the side of justice, this is undoubtedly a crushing defeat."

Li Wei's narration started again.

"Marcy Jostone, because of their defeat, no one can help you anymore. You must stay hanging in the tree until the other elders find you and pull you down."

Furthermore, given your conflict with the clan, the elders have prejudged the matter as your fault, assuming you started it, and have therefore punished you by making you clean the clan's abandoned library.

Cedric nodded, rubbing his wrists uncomfortably—the feeling of being suspended high in the air with his hands and feet restricted, being watched by others, was indeed not pleasant.

The other students, already heated from the previous fight, were now looking at each other with unfriendly eyes.

Cedric was suspended there, surrounded by everyone—if you didn't know it was a play, it would have been quite uncomfortable.

Li Wei announced the scores for 'Theory and Practice' from last month in front of all the students—Cedric had won first place with an absolute lead.

Faced with the prize—a pair of alchemical pistols, one long and one short—he hesitated for a moment and chose the white, short-handled one.

However, he was hanging there and couldn't take over.

After thinking for a moment, Li Wei simply tossed Cedric's gun to the student playing Ryan Joston.

???

Cedric, who had been hanging on calmly, suddenly turned red.

For a moment, he was completely immersed in the role and wanted to kill Rien on the spot!
"There's nothing we can do. That's just how realistic the Wizarding World is. You have no power to face evil people directly, and you can't even protect what you cherish."

"Of course, reality is not a play. With a teacher like me, you will certainly not be made to look so bad."

Li Wei changed the subject, put Cedric down amidst his flushed face, and handed him a brand-new alchemical weapon.

Realizing that Levi was just joking, Cedric hooked his cheek with his finger and said somewhat awkwardly:
"Professor, may I choose a different style?"

Just now, after that white gun was touched, he suddenly didn't want the same model anymore.

"of course can."

Li Wei was somewhat surprised and nodded—it seemed that this student was not just as indifferent to everything as he appeared; he also had his own principles.

I admit that my actions this time were somewhat rash.

However, the original intention was to stir up their emotions, and in the end, the goal was achieved.

"Alright, let's move on to the next scene."

"Marcy Joston, who was originally a Squib, found a dusty wand while cleaning the library. He was surprised to find that he could gain the ability to cast spells even though he was a Squib."

A month later, it will be the family's magic tournament, where all the younger generation will compete in duels to determine their rankings.

The top three students will receive extremely precious magic potions.

The most outstanding students will receive—" Levi pulled a bottle of golden liquid from his pocket, "five drops of Felix Felicis."

Looking at the beautiful golden liquid in his hand, even the usually mild-mannered Cedric's heart skipped a beat!
(End of this chapter)