Hogwarts: A Chinese-Style Professor

Chapter 75 Professor Jowell could totally go it alone.
At dinner, Joe Willie asked Barton to get him a bowl of pumpkin juice.

He scooped a few drops with a silver spoon, added the divided energy-restoring potion, stirred it well, and under Jia Meier's teasing gaze, Qiao Weili tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp.

"You can't even handle the first week? You're supposed to be filling in for the professor for two months."

Camille's gaze made Joe Weili blush, and he offered an explanation.

"I'm just preparing in advance; it would be too late to start taking medication once I feel exhausted."

"I know, I know."

Jia Meier chuckled softly, which brought a smile to Qiao Weili's face as well—she had been in a really good mood lately.

"How's the professor's petrochemical research going?"

"It's going quite smoothly—just like you said, the professor's body is becoming more and more responsive to external magical stimuli."

I think the professor is very likely to wake up early, then you won't have to work so hard.

At this point, Jia Meier chuckled again.

Qiao Weili felt a little embarrassed and silently returned to his desk to prepare his lesson plans after finishing his meal.

During this time, young wizards continued to come to his door, some boldly and some shyly asking him questions—and George answered them all.

So much so that by the time I finished the lesson plan, it was already past midnight.

Saturday night.

Jowell sat in the main seat, sizing up the four young wizards in front of him.

Two red-haired people, one black-haired person, and one blond-haired person.

The Weasley duo, Lee Jordan and Seamus Finigan, who recently rose to fame in fourth grade.

Jowell picked up the parchment and looked at the things they had done.

"After the Weasley brothers used petrification to attack their classmate, they even used bubble gum to hang him upside down from a lamppost—Professor McGonagall suggested that I must punish you severely to make you realize your mistake."

Lee Jordan and Seamus participated in a makeshift melee.

"Not worth mentioning at all—"

"—Small Art Creations"

George Weasley gave a comical bow, while Fred smugly rubbed his nose with his index finger.

“Hey, I saw Ravenclaw students fighting with Slytherin students. Can I not help them?”
Moreover, it was the Slytherin students who struck first.

Lee Jordan and Seamus were also proud of it.

If it were Li Wei, he might coldly instruct the three to use spells to clean up half the castle, or simply send them to Snape to help process the potion ingredients—that way he wouldn't have to worry about anything.

But Jowell simply nodded, offering no comment on the three men's 'crimes,' and instead prepared to give them a lesson.

"As far as I know, none of the three of you have achieved very good theoretical grades—especially the Weasley brothers."

"Actually, we've already tried our best, Professor—"

"Before meeting you and Professor Li Wei, our grades last semester were P (poor), but now they have all improved to A (acceptable), and I feel that E (Exceeds Expectations) is only a matter of time."

"Hmm—then I'll shorten this time a bit more."

Qiao Weili smiled and took out the lesson plan he had prepared in advance.

"This is a collection of your incorrect questions, compiled based on the questions for your respective grades. Your task today is to work through all the questions you got wrong—I'll take a look; there are two hundred in total. You can leave once you've finished."

Upon hearing that they would have to do homework even while in solitary confinement, the group's eyes widened in surprise.

But soon, the Gemini and Lee Jordan exchanged a glance and then smiled easily.

"That's good. I thought you were going to punish us by making us clean the toilets—that's the last thing we can accept—" "—Or by making us clean the trophy room by hand. I almost went crazy when I first heard about that punishment. We're wizards, not Muggles. Why should we give up something so convenient?"

Simo quickly joined the conversation.

"Professor Snape did the same thing before—he made me process a hundred tree frog eyeballs in a row, and the smell and feel of them were absolutely disgusting."

"Hmm—I think you are at a very precious stage in your lives. It would be better to let you learn more knowledge rather than punish you."

However, Professor McGonagall is quite troubled by your behavior, and I think it would be better if you could restrain yourselves.

"Hey—it's not that we don't want to, but to be honest, we've been playing for two months now, playing everywhere except the auditorium—everyone's tired."

However, no one was willing to be the first to stop, and no one was able to step forward and do it.

“Yes—if we were to be the first to ask for a truce, wouldn’t that mean we’re afraid of the Slytherins? The Ravenclaws would look down on us—we’ve been getting on better and better with them lately.”

"I've only just realized that, putting aside their nerdy side, they're actually quite adorable in many ways."

"What's going on? What's going on? Are they going to betray their brothers and sneak ashore?"

"Cough cough!"

Joe Verri coughed loudly to remind them.

"You are currently in confinement, so please refrain from whispering and focus on your work."

"Okay, okay—"

Several students waved their hands nonchalantly.

After spending a week with Professor Levi, they had figured out his personality—his magic was as powerful as Professor Levi's, beyond their imagination, but his temper was incredibly good!

Unlike Professor Li Wei, who rarely smiles, this professor is always very gentle, with a faint smile on his face, and he patiently answers students' questions.

If it were Professor Li Wei, he might coldly say, "You are far from qualified to understand this content at your current level."

But Professor Jowell will not; he will definitely answer you patiently.

After writing the questions for a short while, Ximo suddenly looked up and said:

“Professor—actually, I think it would be great if you taught us. You are much gentler than Professor Li Wei—he always has a stern face.”

"I agree! Why don't you take turns teaching Professor Li Wei after he wakes up? You're his assistant after all, aren't you?"

Jowell was sweating a little from their questions and said seriously:
"The teacher's understanding of magic and teaching skills are far superior to mine. It would definitely be better for him to teach you. It's not good for you to have such thoughts."

For me, being able to learn from a teacher is the luckiest thing that has ever happened to me.

"But Professor Li Wei isn't as meticulous as you. You answer all our questions."

"Well—that's because the professor knows what's most important to you right now—focusing on the present is actually the best thing for you than letting you know information in advance that might distract you."

“Is that so—” Fred put his hands behind his head, thought for a moment, and then smiled at Jowell, “But Professor Jowell, although I respect Professor Levi, that doesn’t affect my liking for you as my teacher.”

Qiao Weili hesitated for a moment, then nodded in agreement:

"Thank you for your kind words. I hope that you can get an A in Defense Against the Dark Arts by the end of this semester."

"I feel like I don't like you as much anymore, even for a moment."

A burst of laughter filled the office.

After that night.

Jowell's solitary confinement was overwhelmed with "bookings" from students.

(End of this chapter)