Hogwarts: A Chinese-Style Professor

Chapter 90 Harry's Surprise

"come in."

As Li Wei spoke, the door to the inner room opened, revealing a tall, imposing figure outside.

Noticing someone in the inner room, Cedric realized he might have interrupted the conversation and spoke up:

"I'll wait for you outside."

"No need, my conversation just ended, and—what happens next happens to be related to both of you."

Harry saw the surprise in Cedric's eyes—and in fact, he saw it himself.

What does the professor want to say to them?
Harry couldn't imagine the connection between himself and Cedric.

"Call George in for me."

"Yes."

Cedric hadn't closed the door yet, and he called out to the outside. Soon, Joe Willy and he went into the inner room together.

Before closing the door, Harry saw Camille pouting and looking at him from the corner of his line of sight.

"Boom."

As the door closed gently, Harry snapped out of his reverie.

Jowell stood behind Levi, smiled at Cedric, and winked at him.

Two months earlier, when Levi was petrified, Cedric had already felt his own inadequacy—in that basilisk incident, he had done almost nothing but notify the professors, nothing more.

He hopes to make more progress.

At Joey's suggestion, he studied Chinese teacher-student culture in his spare time. Unlike the nature of teaching students, the teacher-student relationship in Chinese culture is an extremely close one, even equivalent to a second father.

Professor Li Wei's two assistants had this kind of relationship—they followed Professor Li Wei around the clock to learn.

It's not just about learning theoretical knowledge, but also about learning how to think like him.

Cedric believed this was a valuable opportunity.

His father, Amos Diggory, worked at the Ministry of Magic, and from a young age, he was introduced to all sorts of wizards by his father, many of whom were officials of the Ministry of Magic or wizards who had achieved success in their respective fields.

It can be said that Cedric has met countless outstanding people.

But even among these people, Professor Li Wei was the most outstanding one he had ever met.

So, despite only having been in contact with Levi for a little over three months, Cedric made up his mind—if possible, he wanted to be Levi's student.

Prior to this, he had written to his father, fully explaining the necessity of this action—although his father knew nothing about Professor Li Wei and believed there were still some doubts.

Fortunately, his father still supported his decision.

Seeing Jovel wink at him, Cedric's tense heart relaxed slightly—it seemed this time it should be a good outcome.

However, he still didn't dare to completely relax until Li Wei actually agreed.

“Harry, in view of the great contributions your parents have made and the destiny you will bear in the future, Professor Dumbledore has come to me hoping that I can give you some preferential treatment.”

"What—preferential treatment? I don't need any special care."

Harry pursed his lips, his eyes serious.

"Rather than that, I hope you will treat me more strictly, Professor."

“Very good.” Li Wei nodded. “In that case, you have chosen a different path.”

He glanced at Cedric again, and under the other's expectant gaze, said:
“From today onwards, you two will study under Qiao Weili—in name, you are both my disciples, but I don't want you to announce it to anyone.” “I will never utter a single word about it, Master!”

Cedric's handsome face was flushed, and he was so excited that he was about to kneel down and kowtow to Li Wei—it seemed that he had really learned a lot of culture.

Li Wei gently reached out and lifted Cedric's knees—magic transformed into the power of a blow-away spell that rose from the ground, directly lifting Cedric's knees.

"The sentiment is enough; there's no need to kneel."

Surprisingly, Cedric persisted.

“Since this is a traditional concept in your hometown, I feel I cannot be an exception.”

“It’s alright. This isn’t China, after all. There’s no need to bring those kinds of practices here—Joe and Camille didn’t act like you back then.”

Seeing that Li Wei insisted, Cedric pursed his lips slightly and remained silent.

Harry watched this scene with a puzzled expression, his heart pounding—he had a feeling that something very important was happening right before his eyes.

He belatedly realized what was happening.

He and Cedric—from now on, were Professor Levy's students? Like George and Camille?
Harry's breathing became heavier without him realizing it—he quickly realized this and began to adjust his breathing.

“Joe, the rest is up to you—start practicing with them tomorrow, just like I taught you. I have other things to do.”

"Yes, Professor."

"Boom."

As Levi closed the door, Harry and Cedric completely relaxed—the more they knew, the more awe they felt for Professor Levi.

As Joe looked at the two who had relaxed slightly, his smile grew even more gentle—when he was taken in by the professor, he was far more reserved than these two.

Seeing them reminded him of his early days studying with the professor. Although those days were tough, they were definitely one of the most memorable periods of his life.

After all, once he had fully grasped the basics and developed his own thinking, the professor devoted even less attention to him.
"Were you nervous just now? Cedric, Harry, congratulations, from now on we are both students of the same teacher."

Seeing that his wish had been fulfilled and that there were no outsiders present, Cedric smiled happily and called out:
"Brother!"

"Senior Brother—"

Harry followed up, stammering.

He was still a little confused—how did he suddenly become Professor Li Wei's disciple?

Although it's not bad—no, it's wonderful! So wonderful that he wanted to shout it out.

But why? Wasn't he here to inquire about his father? Why is he suddenly being given such a big surprise?
The combination of two happinesses was enough to overwhelm Harry.

"Well—from now on we're all on the same side, so I'll be upfront about the unpleasant things."

"If nothing unexpected happens, I will be teaching you magic for the next few years—although I am not as strict as a teacher, you still need to do your job well."

Otherwise, I can exercise my authority as a teacher and ask you to leave.

"Yes--!"

Harry responded quickly this time, keeping up with Cedric's pace.

He sized up the kind-looking Joe Willy, but deep down he didn't quite believe that this gentle teaching assistant would do something as cruel as Joe described.

"Alright, starting tomorrow, we will meet at the auditorium entrance at 5:30 every morning. No one is allowed to be late."

Um--?
What time did he say?

(End of this chapter)