Hogwarts: A Chinese-Style Professor

Chapter 73 They were just unlucky

Just as Professor McGonagall had a headache.

The students at Hogwarts have recently started to think they're something special.

It was they who, with their wise and insightful eyes, saw through the unworthy Professor Lockhart.

Although the attack on the professor made the Weasley twins, who were planning it, uneasy for a while, the scandal that Lockhart exposed later made them feel completely at ease.

These wicked wizards actually enjoyed considerable prestige outside—even their mothers were loyal fans of Lockhart—and sometimes George Weasley really felt that adults weren't so reliable after all.

Lockhart's crimes are numerous! He will spend the rest of his life in sin in Azkaban!

Since Lockhart's fate was reported in the newspapers again, there has been an uproar, but the young wizards on campus don't seem to care much.

After watching Professor Lockhart's utterly pathetic and incompetent performance for a month, even Hermione, who was still quite sensible, had come to her senses.

On the day Lockhart left the school, she shed a tear and sadly said, "The professor is right. We should look at a person's behavior rather than their reputation. I will never trust anyone again."

From that day on, Hermione worked even harder than before—but apart from the study group and Harry Ron, no one paid any attention to this incident.

Most students focused their attention on the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

The lower-year students were eager to get back to work, wondering when Professor Li Wei would finally return—no matter how many incompetent professors came, they wouldn't be easily fooled this time.

The older students, on the other hand, were full of confidence—they had already taken care of the mandrake, and Professor Levi should have woken up by now, right?

When young Jowell walked into the classroom, seventh-grader Paz jumped up from his seat.

The other seventh-grade students looked at Paz in confusion, wondering what was going on this time.

"Senior Joe Willie—what brings you here?"

"You are—Paz Siso, right?"

Choveli looked at the flamboyant student and recognized him—he was a member of the professor's study group.

"Yes, I didn't expect you to remember my name."

Paz seemed somewhat flattered.

Seeing him like this, the other students in the advanced class belatedly realized who the young man in front of them was—one of Professor Li Wei's two elusive teaching assistants.

Their expressions immediately became respectful.

Professor Li Wei's two teaching assistants are said to have studied under him since childhood. Being personally trained by him for more than ten years, their achievements must far surpass those of others.

"Yes, you don't need to be so reserved. You're making me a little nervous."

Qiao Weili rarely interacts with strangers, and he felt a little uncomfortable when he saw the seven students in his class staring at him.

The other seventh-grade students were secretly observing Joey.

Dressed in all black like Professor Li Wei, but unlike the stern and unsmiling Professor Li Wei, this new professor appeared quite gentle.
"Hmm—I know you seventh graders have a lot of work to do, so we won't waste any more time on unnecessary talk."

Jovel clapped his hands and looked at Paz, saying:

"Professor Li Wei will not wake up from petrification for another two months, so I will temporarily take his place during this period."

His tone was gentle and he seemed very patient, which made Paz, who originally dared not overstep his bounds, unable to resist asking a question.

"Why? Hasn't the antidote already been prepared?"

"Because the professor wants to experience the feeling of being petrified for a longer period of time, he will not wake up for another two months."

"I see. So, you'll be teaching us for the time being?"

Paz got the answer, and although he didn't quite understand it, he wasn't dissatisfied.

He believed that Jowell could teach them well—even if not as efficiently as Professor Levy, he should be much better than the likes of Lockhart. The other students thought so too, though they didn't have high expectations.

However, they soon discovered the advantages of having Jowell as a professor—this new professor was highly professional, but seemed unable to say no to others.

Therefore, they can ask him many questions they don't understand in class, even if it's unrelated to the lesson.

"Because I took over this teaching position temporarily, although there are lesson plans prepared by the professor, you can tell me anytime if you have any ideas during the process."

"Today is still a live-fire training exercise. Please stand in your respective areas."

To achieve an 'O' in Defense Against the Dark Arts in the NEWT exam in seventh grade, one must be proficient in silent and wandless spellcasting, master the use of various curses and counterspells, and, of course, be equipped with armor.

During class, Li Wei doesn't teach seventh-grade theoretical knowledge—why bother with class when problems can be solved by memorization and practice questions? It's too inefficient.

He would use assignments to help students learn and understand on their own, and then observe and correct their mistakes in practice.

Joe Willy did the same thing.

This is not difficult; all you need to do is follow the route Li Wei has set.

One slight change needed to be made was that even during the month Li Wei was away, these students still made significant progress, which caused Li Wei's lesson plan to be completed much ahead of schedule.

No problem, Joe Willie can make adjustments when he gets back.

After teaching three senior students in a row, Qiao Weili felt quite good about it—he enjoyed the feeling of sharing knowledge with others, even if their levels weren't exactly equal.

During lunch, he even had a smile on his face.

Similar to him, Camille also had a smile on her face—while someone was studying in the office, she mustered up the courage to secretly hug the statue of Levi, which made her happy all day.

Both of them were in a good mood, and Jia Meier even took the initiative to start a conversation.

"How was your first class, my respected Professor George?"

"Not bad. I don't think these students are as bad as I imagined—although their foundations are not solid and their spellcasting skills are not very good, they are all quite eager to learn."

At this point, Jowell sighed softly.

“I can tell that they clearly want to learn some more advanced skills and knowledge, but due to limited time, they can only focus on learning exam-related skills for now.”

"They sound like just a bunch of mediocre people."

Jia Meier's words were blunt.

"Perhaps—"

Jowell smiled and looked out the window.

"But I think it has little to do with how much talent they have or how hard they work; they were just unlucky."

"Compared to them, this year's lower-grade students, including future freshmen, are able to learn from professors from the very beginning of their understanding of magic, laying a solid foundation—and when they leave school, their achievements will naturally far surpass those of others."

The only mistake these upperclassmen made was not meeting their professors sooner; that was all.

Jia Meier was touched by Qiao Weili's words, and her expression suddenly softened—she always did this when it came to topics related to Li Wei.

But she still insisted:

"You're just too idle, that's why you always waste your good intentions on irrelevant people."

What do these students' future achievements have to do with us? The fact that they can study with the professor for a period of time is already a matter of luck on their part.

Do you expect professors to be responsible for their future lives?

"Well—nevertheless, I want to do as much as possible for them in a short period of time—I think it makes sense."

(End of this chapter)