Hogwarts: A Chinese-Style Professor

Chapter 89 Fulfilling the Promise
Before half the class was over, half the students in the class had already turned bruised and battered.

Li Wei treated everyone equally in this regard, not even sparing the little witches, including Hermione, who was the most outstanding among them.

Although she managed to avoid the tragedy of being attacked on the nose and cheek by the red hat with her good performance, she was still kicked in the back by him and fell flat on her face.

Ron, who had been boasting earlier, was lifted up by the red hat and kicked into the corner like a soccer ball.

"Weasley, your behavior does fit my perception of your family—trash should stay quietly in the corner and not embarrass themselves!"

Draco Malfoy stepped out of the group, confidently pulling out his wand—only to be punched lightly in the right cheek by Red Hat, and while still dizzy, was kicked into a corner with the same kick.

He ended up rolling around with Ron.

"I want to tell Daddy."

Malfoy slumped against Ron, his eyes vacant, muttering to himself.

"You bastard, get off me first."

Ron listlessly patted his left cheek, staring blankly at the ceiling—he was seeing stars from the kick he'd just received.

The remaining Slytherin students swallowed hard, realizing just how difficult this battle was.

"Professor, we didn't do anything to you."

Some people looked helplessly at Li Wei, only to be met with his indifferent expression of "no concern".

Several more figures soon appeared in the corner—perhaps it was a coincidence, but each of them rolled in the same corner.

This resulted in Ron, who was first knocked into a corner, becoming a casualty, constantly groaning and crying out in pain alongside Malfoy as the students collided with each other.

"I heard from Professor McGonagall that you were quite active during the days I was petrified, and almost everyone could challenge a dragon."

It doesn't look so good now—a red hat has driven you to this state?
I want to state beforehand that the Red Hat in the wild is faster and stronger than the Red Hat I've simulated.

Now nobody speaks, and nobody expresses their dissatisfaction.

Apart from the unharmed Harry and the ashen-faced Hermione, there were no other students standing in the room.

"That's all for today's lesson. I assume none of you are seriously injured and unable to go to the hospital on your own, right?"

Amidst cries of anguish, Li Wei was the first to depart.

Hermione and Harry watched his retreating figure, hesitated for a moment, and then both chased after him—when they realized they had the same goal, a slight awkwardness appeared on their faces.
Because the things they wanted to talk about were not convenient for a second person to be present.

“Go ahead, Harry. You should have more than an hour to talk to the professor before dinner.”

Harry nodded to Hermione with a grateful look—Hermione watched Harry leave and sighed softly.

Actually, she was quite devastated today.

She should have put in far more effort than Harry, both in terms of theory and spell practice—yet she was far inferior in her performance against the Red Hat.

Is she really just a clever person who relies on rote memorization?

Before meeting Professor Levi, Hermione truly saw herself that way.

However, the professor clearly shared in the study group that with their current knowledge, it was not yet time to compete on talent—they only needed to follow his line of thinking, and they would naturally continue to improve.

Then why is her performance still so much worse than Harry's?

Although she acknowledged that Harry had been working very hard during this time, and she had seen it all – even Hermione was wondering why Harry hadn't raised his hand before, but he had definitely been practicing those low-level spells diligently every day for the past two months.

Could it be that he has high standards and believes that because he didn't do this two months ago, it doesn't count?
But in the end, she had been working hard and never slacked off, so why did Harry catch up with her in just two months?

Hermione wasn't jealous of Harry's performance or achievements—she was happy to see Harry's changes and progress.

She was just not very satisfied with herself.

"professor."

Harry mustered his courage and called out to Levi.

"Oh—it's Harry. You're here because of your father, aren't you?"

When Li Wei saw him, he remembered what he had promised him.

I was so busy when I woke up yesterday that I didn't have time to keep my promise. I really should make time to respond to him today.

Li Wei thought about the pile of things he had on his plate—he needed to improve the manual, find time to see the Blood Man Barrow to see if his attitude towards torture was voluntary or resistant, and there was a large-scale duel class on Friday; he hadn't even properly studied the Thunder Magic yet. There wasn't enough time!
Levi beckoned to Harry and led him into the inner room of the office.

Barton appeared quietly, poured each of them a cup of black tea, served them a snack set, and then disappeared without a word.

The environment immediately became quiet.

Harry gripped his thighs slightly with both hands, looking somewhat nervous.

"Hmm—where should I begin?"

Li Wei had a bit of a headache—actually, he wasn't very familiar with James Potter, but the other was a popular figure on campus, and he often heard news about him during his time at school.

"Why don't you just ask him yourself? What do you want to know about your father?"

Harry looked down at the rim of the teacup, where his face was reflected.

“My father—what kind of person was he?” Harry’s Adam’s apple bobbed. “Hagrid told me he was a hero, the greatest man in the world, but that’s not what I want to know.”

"You want to know what kind of person he is in his daily life, right?"

Li Wei thought for a moment, then waved his wand.

Flowing silver threads converged at the tip of his wand, outlining a transparent screen in the air, revealing the silhouettes of four boys with their arms around each other—the one in the lead holding a golden ball, which he tossed into the air.

"First of all, he is just as good at Quidditch as you are, and he is very proud of it."

When I saw him, he always had a golden snitch in his hand, which he would activate every now and then and then quickly snatch back—especially when he encountered your mother.”

Harry quietly looked up when he heard this, only to meet Levi's gaze.

"A bit arrogant, isn't he? Your father's personality is indeed much more flamboyant than yours."

Li Wei chuckled softly and waved his wand again.

The silver wires silently exploded into countless sparks, creating a changing scene.

Under the moonlight, four boys emerged laughing from the forbidden forest, their robes damp with dew.

"Night outings don't seem like school rules to your father; they're more like a stimulant."

At the time, he and several friends went out at night almost every day—I could tell they were thoroughly enjoying themselves and didn't care at all when Filch punished them.

The more stimulating and forbidden something is, the more they want to try it, as if the danger itself is attractive to them.

In my opinion, they are the purest, most outwardly expressed Gryffindors, constantly thinking about how to make life more fun and trying to challenge the rules every day.

"However, compared to your feat of slaying the basilisk, all their adventures combined might pale in comparison."

If your father knew about this, he would be worried, but he would also be proud of you.

Harry pursed his lips, somewhat pleased.

From Li Wei, he learned about another side of his father. He was no longer a deified hero, but a wizard with his own desires and even a bit of arrogance.

"And what about my mother? Professor, do you know her?"

"Your mother—I don't know much about her, I only know that your father and Snape often fight over her."

"Professor Snape?"

"Yes, he and your mother were classmates, but since this involves Snape, I can't tell you."

If you're curious about the conflicts they had, then you'll have to ask Snape.

"Forget it."

Harry stuck out his tongue, the mere thought of asking Snape made him shudder.

With the matter seemingly settled, Li Wei recalled his earlier conversation with Dumbledore, and his expression turned slightly solemn.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"Professor, may I come in?"

It's Cedric's voice.

(End of this chapter)