Hogwarts: A Chinese-Style Professor

Chapter 79 The Squid Revolution
After resolving Professor McGonagall's biggest concern, she finally had the energy to focus on the Basilisk—she began asking Levi for more details about the Chamber of Secrets incident.

However, since this whole affair was orchestrated by him and Dumbledore, Livy didn't have much to say and could only try to cover it up.

The two then discussed the disposal of the basilisk's corpse—Professor McGonagall's opinion was to keep it hidden, while Levi thought the corpse could be pieced together and used as part of the school history museum's exhibits.

However, he was only offering suggestions; the specifics of how to proceed would depend on Professor McGonagall's decision.

"Then, I'll leave the matter of inviting Professor Flitwick to you. I'll go and say hello to Snape."

With the matter concluded, Li Wei rose to take his leave.

“Li Wei—” Professor McGonagall suddenly called out to him, “Thank you for your contribution to the locked room mystery. I’d like to give you a gift when the semester ends.”

"Then I'll start looking forward to it now, Professor."

Li Wei waved his hand.

"Professor Li Wei."

Not long after Levi left Professor McGonagall's office, he bumped into the anxious-looking administrator, Filch, in the hallway.

"Filch? Were you waiting specifically for me?"

"Yes, it is."

He looked a little nervous and was muttering incoherently.

"Thank you for solving the castle's problem. We are all grateful to you. I was just saying that I seem to be getting more and more into spells. I wonder if you could take a look at them for me?"

"Let's talk in your office."

Li Wei nodded and asked as he walked.

"Are you keeping a diary?"

"Yes, I keep a record every day."

Filch's body began to tremble when he saw that Levi was still willing to help him.

Not to mention, the other party's attitude was so normal, without a trace of contempt or disgust, which made Filch feel both pleased and deeply moved.

The two walked briskly forward. Some students saw Levi and Filch together and were quite curious, but they did not choose to follow them.

Although Professor Levi has been asleep for two months, and the caretaker Filch hasn't been as "disgusting" to them lately, the combined harm these two have caused to the young wizards is still too great.

"I've been practicing as you said. At the beginning, I could indeed feel something being moved in my body. It must have been magic."

I practice twelve hours a day, and this feeling has been getting clearer, but recently my progress has completely stalled.

Filch followed beside Levi, pouring out his experiences and troubles from the journey.

It seems he didn't choose to discuss this with other professors, nor did he dare to disturb me rashly; he must have been holding it in for so many months.

Li Wei listened silently, nodding occasionally, without rushing to express his opinion.

After obtaining Filch's diary and quickly reading it, he said to Filch:
"Come, cast a spell for me to see."

"Ok!"

Filch nervously pulled the alchemical pistol from his pocket—he had carried it with him for the past few months, even when he slept.

Li Wei looked at the stains and marks on it, raised an eyebrow, and waved his hand.

Like a gust of wind.

The stains on some of the patina-covered alchemical pistols were quickly blown away.

Filch paid no attention to this scene; his mind was entirely focused on the gun in his hand—he took a deep breath and pulled the trigger.

From Li Wei's perspective, as the "launch" motion was performed, Filch's magic was spontaneously drawn in, and everything proceeded smoothly, just like any other young wizard.

However, the spell was not generated.

Filch relaxed his tense posture and looked at him nervously. "It's basically fine."

Li Wei nodded and said calmly:
"Judging from the feelings you recorded in your diary and the problems you encountered, this kind of stimulation is indeed useful for a dud like you who cannot feel the magic."

"Currently, the probability of this project succeeding is extremely high; only the final step remains."

“You…you mean,” Filch’s voice trembled, “that I can really become a wizard?”

"That's right, but this last step won't be easy."

Perhaps you'll understand soon, or perhaps you'll never understand in your lifetime.

At this point, Li Wei's face showed a look of emotion.

He thought of himself when he first arrived at Hogwarts.

Back then, wasn't I just one step away from improvement, but after seven years I still hadn't made any progress?
It wasn't until he arrived at Hogwarts that he found that opportunity.

Hogwarts truly lives up to its reputation as the main stage for the stories in the book.

According to the supernatural interpretation, could this be the place where he has his destiny, the place where he can become an immortal?
"So, what's the final step?"

Filch looked at Levi cautiously.

Li Wei snapped out of his daze, looked at him, and said:
"You must learn to think like a wizard."

Filch's face turned serious.

Li Wei knew he hadn't understood, so he continued:

"Years of unexploded ordnance have shaped your perception of the world."

Although you crave magic, you no longer believe that such miracles could happen to you.

You need to learn and try to see the world through the eyes of a wizard.

Li Wei glanced around his office, casually raised his hand, and the parchment and the dried quill on the table flew into his hand.

The parchment already had writing on it, printed with some silver cursive script:
[Rapid chanting of mantras]

Introductory correspondence course on magic.

Do you feel out of touch with the modern magical world? Do you find yourself making excuses not to perform simple spells? Have you ever been ridiculed for your clumsy wand techniques? The answer is here!

"Ahhh, this is..."

Filch's pale face turned bright red.

His expression was panicked and fearful, and he waved his hands incoherently.

“It’s alright, don’t read these anymore, Filch. I’ll say it again, you must learn to think like a wizard. These unprofessional entertainment books will only distort your perception.”

Li Wei flicked his left thumb and forefinger, and the words on the parchment spontaneously "leaped" off the paper, jumping to the ground and disappearing one by one.

Filch twisted his two knuckled hands together, trying to explain himself, but instead witnessed this amazing scene.

He stared wide-eyed at the scene, speechless.

Li Wei ignored his gaze, held the quill pen in his right hand, and gently touched the paper, from which ink flowed out.

"I'll give you a reading list. You can borrow them from the school library—read one book every seven days, is that a good pace?"

"Yes—of course you can!"

Faced with Levi's request, Filch only dared to have one thought—to carry it out.

"Yes, remember to take reading notes as you write—every time you feel you have a new understanding of magic, apply that understanding to casting spells and practice with alchemical weapons."

This is a gradual process, but if you study diligently, I don't think it should take too long.

(End of this chapter)