Hogwarts: A Chinese-Style Professor

Chapter 77 The Next Century Belongs to Me
It's like slowly waking up from a long, complete dream; your thoughts quickly return to your body, but your soul has never left.

Li Wei got up, loosened his muscles, and felt an unprecedented sense of pleasure.

"professor--"

Camille happily took his wand and handed it to him.

She looked at him expectantly—restraining her urge to rush forward.

Li Wei seemed to know what she was thinking, and smiled and nodded, saying:

“That’s right, through this petrification, I’ve taken another step forward.”

The expectation on Jia Meier's face disappeared.

But she quickly said happily:
"Teacher, has the change you've always wanted finally been achieved?"

"Hmm—the method I taught you before was to recognize and perceive the magic flowing within your body, and imagine that all spells are controlled by it, in order to achieve high efficiency."

After shifting my perspective during this period, I have been seeking a second path.

In the most extreme cases, one can control and resonate with external magic without using internal magic, solely through a wand or hand gestures.

Through this rigorous training method, the goal is to ensure that every bit of magic power within the body can draw upon external magic power—achieving this level is extremely difficult, and the training process is very complicated—because we cannot completely avoid using the magic power within our bodies.

With the help of petrochemicals, I was able to complete this task very quickly this time.

With a casual wave of his hand, a bright yellow flame spontaneously rose above his palm—in Jia Meier's perception, he had neither used a spell nor mobilized magic.

The flame seemed to have always been in the air; the professor had simply 'captured' it.

"Once I reach this level, external magic will become a resource that I can use at will."

This is indeed a higher-level technique for using magic, but it doesn't mean that our previous introspective approach was wrong and wasted.

Not to mention, I can now combine the two.”

Another flame erupted from Li Wei's left palm, slowly merging with the flame in his right hand—"Boom!"

Two flames suddenly transformed into explosive pillars of fire that shot into the sky, only to vanish the moment they reached the ceiling—this single act of control far exceeded the realm of subtlety.

A confident and relieved smile appeared on Li Wei's face—from this moment on, he had taken another big step forward on the path of magic.

I wonder how far he is from becoming Dumbledore now?
“I have paved the way for your future. All that’s left is for you and Joeville to fully control the magic within you so that you can walk the same path as me in the future.”

Li Wei didn't know if all paths to legend were like his, but at least he had found one.

He refined his magical power to its absolute limit through extreme introspection, and then sought outwards to experience everything—he could sense that this outward seeking process was not yet complete, and something was missing.

Perhaps that was what Dumbledore meant by 'being moved'.

But it doesn’t matter.

The path has been found; the rest, whether fast or slow, is all part of the scenery, so just enjoy it.

Li Wei clenched his fist, a wisp of electricity flashing across his fingertips—by combining the two perspectives, he had begun to find a new way to use magic.
"Jia Meier, how long have I been asleep?"

"It's only been two months, a month earlier than the deadline you set, Professor—I noticed a sudden change in your body, so I woke you up ahead of schedule."

"Hmm—you did a good job. Being in that state again really wouldn't help me."

Camille waved her wand and handed the Daily Prophet she had collected over this period of time to Levi.

"Professor, two major events occurred during your coma—one of which involved Professor Lockhart."

Li Wei listened to Jia Meier's report while flipping through the daily newspapers sorted by date.

"Gidero Lockhart."

Upon seeing the name and the recent trouble he had caused, Li Wei roughly remembered who this person was—a thief who used the Oblivion Spell to steal other people's stories and claim them as his own.

Aside from the master-level Oblivion Spell, the other spells were utterly terrible.

I really don't know how he had the confidence to teach at Hogwarts.

"They were kicked out after only a month? They're even less effective than I imagined."

As the two were talking, the office door suddenly opened, and Jowell's reckless figure appeared outside.

"professor--!"

"You are—Joeway?"

Li Wei looked at his prized disciple, somewhat surprised that the boy's once captivating, deep-set eyes now appeared as if he'd been punched, with dark circles under his eyes—he'd never imagined seeing dark circles on his disciple. Moreover, the boy now possessed an inexplicable air about him, completely lacking the refined, British gentlemanly demeanor he once had.
"So, for the past month, you've been the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts?"

"You guessed it—"

How could I not guess? He's only been a professor for a month, and he already has that "classroom vibe" about him.

Looking at Qiao Weili in this state, Li Wei felt both amused and somewhat sorry for him.

“You’ve changed so much, how could I not guess? Just by looking at you, I can tell how tired you are—what exactly happened? I have no idea how exhausting it is to teach at Hogwarts.”

"Uh—those little wizards are just too enthusiastic, I don't really know how to get along with them."

Li Wei imagined what it would be like to hear Qiao Weili teaching, chuckled, and patted him on the shoulder.

“I am very reassured that you are teaching them, but these students are too naughty. With your gentle nature, I doubt you can control them.”

You've had a tough month.

"I'm not having a hard time, but Professor McGonagall is having a headache lately because of the students' private fights. I wonder if you have any good solutions, Professor?"

"I had already guessed this would happen. I was originally planning to restrain them in dueling class. In that case, I'll go talk to Professor McGonagall about it later. You can teach today's class for me."

"Yes, Professor."

Li Wei opened the office doors, preparing to take a walk outside the castle—a lot must have happened in the last two months, and when Jowell went to class, he could have Camille and Barton tell him about it.

“Snap! Snap! Snap!”

The moment Li Wei opened the door, colorful magical fireworks burst forth before his eyes.

Upon entering, the young wizards lined up in two rows at the entrance, using their wands to release flower and paintball magic.

"Professor, congratulations on your awakening."

Cedric, chosen by the students as their representative, handed him a bouquet of magical flowers with a sincere smile.

"How come I didn't know I became so popular?"

Li Wei accepted the bouquet and looked at the students with some doubt.

With just a casual glance, he sensed something different—he felt as if he saw a flowing 'qi' in these students, a qi that fluctuated with their emotions, and he felt as if he could stir it up at any moment.
'This is completely different from Legilimency. Is this a change that occurred because my personal understanding of magic has changed? Or is it because of the impact of witnessing the breaking of the master-servant contract with my soul?'

Li Wei was sandwiched between a group of students, lost in thought.

"Professor, you don't know!" a Gryffindor student exclaimed impatiently, "While you were away, Headmaster Dumbledore hired a particularly terrible teacher!"

"Yes, can you imagine? On the first day, he had us challenge Cornish elves—and we later found out that was the best lesson he could offer."

What followed was nothing but endless self-praise!

We miss your classes!

Li Wei was surrounded by students.

They must have been holding it in for so long, they kept talking non-stop.

Harry, Hermione, Cedric, and other students familiar with Levi stood quietly on the periphery—they also had things to say to the newly awakened Professor Levi, but not in this setting.

Normally, Li Wei wouldn't be interested in listening to these kids rambling on, but since he had just woken up, he didn't want to send these welcoming students away right away, so he listened quietly.

Sure enough, these students weren't exactly up to anything good.

It's simply because Lockhart came along, providing a point of comparison and letting these people realize how good they are.

He thought to himself that Quirrell, a first-grader, was also quite unreasonable. Why weren't these students grateful to him when he came to teach?

Li Wei's gaze swept past the group of students, and he subconsciously looked towards the outer perimeter.

Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick stood there, watching the scene with gentle concern—Professor Flitwick had used Transfiguration to elevate himself, and when Levi's gaze fell upon him, he waved enthusiastically.

Out of sight, Snape leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, saying nothing.

A smile gradually reappeared on his face.

Oh well, this is fine too.

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