Hogwarts: A Chinese-Style Professor

Chapter 37 The power of the heart
"Are you ok?"

When Li Wei came to his senses, Dumbledore was still sitting opposite him.

Realizing his lapse in composure, Li Wei didn't rush to answer, but took a deep breath.

"Ho ho."

After feeling the cold sweat on his forehead again, he regained his senses slightly.

If there were a second cup of hot cocoa on the table right now, that would be nice, but never mind. He doesn't want to drink hot cocoa again anytime soon.

Just as Li Wei was thinking this, Dumbledore suddenly waved his wand.

"Clang clang."

The crisp sound of ice cubes colliding rang out.

A glass of iced lemon tea appeared in front of Li Wei.

"I think you'll need it now?"

Dumbledore's voice rang in my ears.

Levi's mind was on his previous conversation with Snape.

Are you really going to drink it? Drinking tea late at night will affect your sleep.

Why are you fussing over something that could be solved with a small bottle of tranquilizer?

It's a really subtle feeling.

He just mocked Snape last time, so why is it his turn now?
"Thank you."

Li Wei picked up the lemon black tea and drank it all in one gulp.

By the time he put down the cup, his mind had completely calmed down.

"It seems you understand without me saying much."

"Professor, is what I lack love?"

When the word 'love' was mentioned, Li Wei's eye twitched involuntarily.

Love is the most powerful magic in the world—a cliché Dumbledore had heard of, of course, but which he completely dismissed.

The protagonist is the one who charges in and kills the enemy while shouting about faith and friendship.

He was a wizard, a wizard who only believed in knowledge and power.

If love alone could make him stronger, he wouldn't have had such a difficult time learning magic.

Moreover, Lily Evans and James Potter, who seemed to be the most representative of the new generation of "love," still died at Voldemort's hands.

As a Slytherin who emphasizes results, Levi clearly could not accept their fate.

"Clearly, you cannot accept this statement."

Dumbledore clearly sensed Livy's disdain.

“I really can’t accept it—if I had held such a naive idea in the first place, I probably wouldn’t be sitting here discussing these things with you right now.”

“I understand what you mean, but that is indeed the answer—how about we rephrase it?”

Dumbledore carefully extended two fingers and gently tapped his heart.

"It's not love, it's the heart; feel with your heart."

After today's conversation, Dumbledore fully understood Livy's ambition—he was a man so devout in his love of magic that he was almost willing to be a martyr.

If you want to move Li Wei and make him see the light, there is no better time than today, no better moment than right now.

A deep sadness suddenly appeared in Dumbledore's eyes.

He sat in his chair and dusted his hands as if to ward off something.

"Li Wei, how do you view life? Or rather, what do you think is the purpose of life?"
Let me tell you my answer first—I believe that people live only for a certain moment.

That sounds somewhat regrettable, and even foolish.

But this is actually just an attitude of pursuit—we live for the experience of a particular moment, but as long as we live this way, we will always have many memorable moments. "Sad—unforgettable—"

"Of course—there are also happy—unforgettable—things that I can't help but laugh out loud when I think about them in bed late at night—"

"Countless memorable moments make up you and me."

Seeing Li Wei deep in thought, Dumbledore suddenly gave a somewhat forced smile.

"You might find it absurd to say, but for a long time in the past, I believed that there must be a god of magic in the world, otherwise how could I have encountered such a devastating thing?"

He gave me unparalleled talent, but what was the result? I used it to hurt the person I loved most.

Dumbledore was still smiling, but his eyes seemed to be crying.

"If I had a choice, I would rather not have those talents and just be an ordinary wizard, and after graduation, I could stay at Hogwarts as a teacher and teach until I die."

That way, I won't be overwhelmed by my own ambition to that extent.

"There's one thing you said earlier that I really resonate with—magic is an irrational thing."

“It has no heart; it only responds to spells, and any wizard can use it.” Dumbledore slowly pointed his finger, which was positioned at the heart end, at Levi. “And what, in your opinion, is the one that truly responds to us, unlike those spells?”

It is love.

Li Wei couldn't find an answer that could encompass more aspects at this moment.

Although he still didn't completely agree with the answer.

"Yes, it is love, and I think you understand that perfectly well now."

Dumbledore reached out with satisfaction, stood up, and patted Livy on the shoulder.

"The person you were before has shaped who you are now, and that's good and suits you well."

But if you want to go further, I think it's a bit difficult to stay stuck in your old ideas.

Since you're constantly updating your understanding of magic, why not try it out in everyday life as well?

Li Wei pondered, his mind racing.

According to Dumbledore, it is because he neglected the expression of emotions and interpersonal relationships in the past that he is now struggling so much.

But similarly, if he hadn't done that before, he might not even be in a position to be 'struggling' now.

However, there is no need to examine which of the past practices were better or worse.

What matters is the future.
"What should I do next? Do you have any suggestions?"

"I think even if I don't say it, you can probably figure it out yourself. If I really have to give you a suggestion, why don't you pay more attention to school?"

It's not about teaching students out of a sense of responsibility, but rather about focusing on experiencing the teaching profession and everything about campus life.

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Li Wei nodded, keeping Dumbledore's words in mind, and prepared to put them into practice later—it was time to give those younger wizards a little push.

Seeing his serious expression, Dumbledore found it somewhat amusing and smiled, his eyes crinkling as he said:
"Alright, now that we've finished discussing the awards, I should talk to you about why we were seated here."

"Oh—I had almost forgotten about it."

Li Wei tried to relax.

Dumbledore nodded at his change, but his expression turned serious again.

"Thank you for your honesty today; it has made me completely determined."

To be honest, just an hour ago, I was still hesitating about this.

Dumbledore opened the drawer in front of him, and a dragon-skin glove appeared on his right hand.

Under Li Wei's gaze, Dumbledore used his hand to take out a black diary and placed it in the center of the table.

Li Wei realized almost instantly what it was—Voldemort's diary.

Or rather, a Horcrux.

(End of this chapter)