Hogwarts: A Chinese-Style Professor

Chapter 88 Showing the Lower Grades What's What
Li Wei was very satisfied with the performance of the older students.

After all, they are all sixteen-year-old kids, and with proper guidance, they already know how to take responsibility for their own lives.

However, when Li Wei taught the second-grade students in the afternoon, he was not so satisfied.

Professor McGonagall's worries were not entirely unfounded. Just by looking at them, Li Wei could sense a restless atmosphere prevailing among the group.

"Regarding the Obstruction Charm and the Binding Charm, your current understanding is not yet perfect, but—"

"Professor, may we begin learning advanced spells?"

Li Wei looked expressionlessly at the student who had spoken—Simole Finigan, whose name he had mentioned to Jowell before—this student always had a lot of questions in class.

But Levi wasn't Jowellie; he didn't like wasting time answering questions unrelated to the lesson, as this only satisfied the young wizards' momentary curiosity without any benefit.

It might even lead them to fantasize excessively about the future, thus delaying their current progress.

So Li Wei simply stared at Simo silently until he completely lowered his head before continuing:

"You have only mastered the use of these two spells so far, but you are far from reaching the limit in terms of flexibility in their use or refinement of their power."

To go further, you need to start practicing the simplest fluorescent flashes in your spare time, improving all the low-level spells until you can't improve any further, and then use that improvement to enhance your understanding of intermediate spells.

"I'd like to know, how many people have consistently been doing this over the past few months?"

Only Hermione and Neville raised their hands—Levy's gaze fell on the chubby boy with his perpetually rosy cheeks—had his wand been replaced as he had instructed in the letter he sent to his grandmother?
If not, such diligent practice would be a pity—not only is it inefficient, but it also has drawbacks.

Some students seemed dissatisfied with the outcome—perhaps because they hadn't seen Li Wei for two months, and they actually felt they could continue their previous practices in his class.

Ron immediately began to complain:

"We're dueling at school every day, where do we find the time to practice those simple spells that even first-years can use? Professor, we want to get stronger and beat all those Slytherins to a pulp!"

"If you're capable enough, then come and try."

The Slytherin students stood up abruptly and glared angrily at the Gryffindor students.

Li Wei was somewhat disappointed by this scene, and lowered his head to press his brow with his finger.

Has Joe Wesley been too lenient with these students lately?
When did his class fall to this level—a bunch of newbies who haven't even finished the first stage of spellcasting dare to act recklessly in front of him?
It seems that a campaign to clean up the school's atmosphere is indeed necessary.

"You guys seem very energetic."

Faced with the two groups of students who were on the verge of conflict, Li Wei let out a sneer.

But it was precisely because of his light laughter that the extremely lively atmosphere in the classroom instantly cooled down.

The Slytherin students had already returned to their seats at some point, while the Gryffindor students stared at him blankly, some scratching their heads as if they had seen something incomprehensible.

Livy waved his wand, and the floating parchment fell down on its own.

"In that case, I don't think there's any need to continue with today's theory lesson. Let's fast forward to the practical application and see how much you've improved over the past two months."

"Exactly what I want!"

Ron agreed—Hermione, sitting next to him, quietly tugged at his sleeve, gesturing for him to look in the professor's direction.

Hmm, still expressionless, nothing to worry about, right?

Ron pursed his lips—to be honest, he was somewhat dissatisfied with Professor Levi.

Professor Jowell wasn't as autocratic as him—he listened to and respected students' opinions, and he would also teach them some advanced spells during class breaks, though not much, but it was enough to satisfy them.

Li Wei believed that he was not the only student who had designs on him at that moment.

With a wave of the wand, a short, old-looking creature with red eyes and claws, wearing a blood-stained hat and iron boots, emerged from the classroom floor.

The students have already seen this creature, a 3X difficulty creature – Red Hat.

However, they had already challenged and defeated this creature in previous lessons, so why did Levi recreate it now?

"Alright, shall we go first, Slytherin or Gryffindor?"

The students sensed a hint of danger in Li Wei's calm tone.

They exchanged glances—even the most impetuous Gryffindor didn't rush to speak at this moment.

Just then, Harry stepped forward. "Professor—I'd like to give it a try."

He raised his hand, looking at Li Wei, trying bravely to meet his gaze—if he wanted to get more information about his father from him, hiding wouldn't do.

"Very good, you can come now."

Li Wei nodded, his attitude unchanged.

What is this? It's as if they've never gone on an adventure together, and that someone else is facing the basilisk with him.

This made Harry feel uneasy, and he unconsciously clenched his wand.

“wagh!”

Facing Harry standing before him, the Red Hat suddenly let out a strange cry—this was his signal to attack.

Harry didn't panic—in the two months since killing the Basilisk, he had been studying and practicing diligently every day, and he could feel his own growth.

According to Professor Li Wei, the sweat from such diligent practice will never be wasted—it will transform into confidence and willpower, becoming part of one's own magic.

Just as Red Hat was about to make his move, Harry waved his wand first.

"There are many obstacles!"

A thin, rope-like red light shot out from the tip of his wand, its speed and power prompting Levi to nod in approval.

From this alone, he could tell that Harry must have worked incredibly hard in the past two months—and hard work alone wasn't enough, as his combat talent was actually quite remarkable.

Unfortunately, today Li Wei is determined to establish his authority over these young wizards, and the battle will not be as perfunctory as the training he gave them before.

"Oh!"

Red Hat stomped his front foot heavily on the ground and nimbly dodged Harry's spell with a swift movement—without pausing, his iron shoes stomped rapidly on the ground, making a "thump thump thump" sound, and rushed straight towards Harry.

Amid gasps of surprise, Harry didn't hesitate. He adjusted the angle of his wand and chanted the spell again, pointing it at the ground directly between the two of them.

"There are many obstacles!"

A sharp stone spike pierced the floor, attempting to lift the spot where Red Hat stood—but he merely stepped on the spike and slammed into Harry like a rocket headbutt.

But waiting for him at the end was Harry's gleaming wand.

"All petrified!"

A blue-white beam of light shot from the tip of Harry's wand, striking the red-hatted figure who was suspended in mid-air, unable to move.

"Boom."

He fell stiffly to the ground, becoming one with it once more.

Harry felt his heart pounding—this time, the red hat was far more sensitive than the last; if it were him in the past, he certainly wouldn't have been able to react.

Thinking of this, he subconsciously looked at Professor Li Wei—who was also looking at him, his eyes showing a mixture of surprise and helplessness.

"Excellent battle rhythm, Gryffindor gets two points."

"Well done, Harry!"

Harry walked off the stage amidst the cheers of his classmates, feeling not particularly excited, but his mind was preoccupied with Professor Levy's look. He quickly understood what it meant.

Because Harry won the battle as soon as he entered the arena, the other students didn't realize that this Red Hat was completely different from the ones they had faced before.

The students who came on stage after their first spell failed to work panicked—in the past, under Li Wei's deliberate control, he would make the red-hatted student pause for a few seconds when faced with each spell.

But not this time.

The fully-equipped magical creature displayed its agility, easily maneuvering across the terrain created by the students and quickly closing in.

Then he would punch the stunned student to the ground and then kick the student's buttocks hard with his iron boots.

This was only the second time they had encountered such a predicament since Li Wei began teaching them.

Of course, the current situation is far worse than when they first faced the Cornish elves.

(End of this chapter)