Hogwarts: A Chinese-Style Professor

Chapter 66 He's as stupid as his father
"What are you talking about? Do you think this is a joke?"

Professor McGonagall looked at the stubborn Harry, and a muscle on her cheek suddenly bulged—a sign that her anger was nearing its limit.

Harry's injuries are so severe, and there is still snake blood on his body. Who knows if there will be any long-term effects? We can't delay any longer!

Just as she was having the idea of ​​knocking him out, Harry suddenly looked up and stared at her intently.

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Professor McGonagall met his gaze, startled by his keenness, and was taken aback once again.

At that moment, Professor Flitwick stepped in to smooth things over.

"Alright, now that the basilisk has been killed, I'll take Harry to the hospital. You'll have to handle the rest."

He beckoned to Harry kindly, not trying to take the body of Levi that Harry was holding, but instead casting a spell on him with his wand.

"Vulnera Sanentur (Powerful Healing Charm)"

A silvery-blue light enveloped Harry like a veil, and Flitwick, with a solemn expression, slowly waved his wand.

"Hmm—it's fine now. Although he's badly injured and the snake blood is still corroding his body, there's no snake venom in Harry's body. Madam Pomfrey can handle it."

As Harry listened to Professor Flitwick's high-pitched yet gentle voice, he felt as if some small wounds inside his body were slowly healing, and the pain throughout his body had lessened considerably.

His expression, which had been stiff since the battle with the basilisk, finally relaxed.

Harry obediently followed Professor Flitwick—who skipped ahead of Harry, widening all the narrow passageways to allow the two of them to walk upright.

Professor McGonagall and Snape watched them leave, exchanged a glance, and, still holding their wands, solemnly entered the Chamber of Secrets one on each side.

The secret chamber was silent and dark, with traces of battle everywhere—terrifying magical fluctuations still lingered on the stone pillars, and snake blood was scattered everywhere. Some of the bloodstains, which had not yet dried, were still slowly corroding the rock surface, making a hissing sound.

When they finally saw the ominous statue, as tall as the room itself, and the enormous basilisk body nearly split in two not far from it, the two instinctively exchanged a glance and saw the shock in each other's eyes.

They recognized the statue at first glance: Salazar Slytherin, one of the four great masters of Hogwarts and the founder of Slytherin House, who had a monkey-like face.

"The legend of the secret chamber is actually true—he really did leave a basilisk monster in the academy!"

Professor McGonagall's pupils flickered, unable to believe that the former Big Four would actually commit such a thing—even though Slytherin's reputation had always been bad, she had always genuinely respected that great wizard.

But now.
"What a lunatic."

Snape's assessment was far more direct than Professor McGonagall's.

"What's going on here?"

Professor McGonagall ignored him, examining the cleaved basilisk and noticing its gouged eyes—she began to try to reconstruct the events.

The basilisk's eyes must have been gouged out by Livy—he destroyed the basilisk's eyes before he was petrified?

Then what about this huge, clean-cut wound? It couldn't have been Harry who did it, could it?
"Tsk! Where did the basilisk's glands go?!"

Snape stood up again from in front of the basilisk's gaping maw—the basilisk's venom was a top-tier potion ingredient; just a little bit could be used to create a potion comparable to a powerful curse.

And this is only its most trivial use.

"Snape."

Professor McGonagall glared at him with displeasure—was this the time to gather materials?

She was so angry that she even stopped using titles—which made Snape feel like he was back in Professor McGonagall's class. "No—Professor McGonagall—"

Snape thought for a moment and decided to find a justification for his actions.

"Don't you find it strange? Potter only had a wand on him and nothing else, but the basilisk's venom was nowhere to be found."

Thinking of this, Snape's expression became subtle.

He suddenly scanned his surroundings, his expression serious.

There must be other people here.

"Who could that person be? Dumbledore has already been expelled from the school, I don't believe anyone can hide from Levi's eyes."

Professor McGonagall clearly didn't quite believe his explanation.

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Snape seemed to realize something, his expression changed slightly, and he immediately fell silent.

He then coughed and changed the subject:
"Perhaps I'm mistaken. The gland has been destroyed. Let's check the surrounding area quickly, Professor McGonagall."

"Afterwards, we need to reassure the students—now that the basilisk has been dealt with, there shouldn't be any more attacks."

"Yes—Hogwarts is back to normal—just today, the school's honor was almost ruined."

Snape had clearly touched on what Professor McGonagall cared about most, and her expression softened considerably. She no longer wanted to delve into the gland issue—it must have been a mistake by Snape.

Seeing that Professor McGonagall was no longer concerned, Snape breathed a sigh of relief and quickly examined the scene.

The basilisk's body was clearly slashed open by a sharp blade, but there were no weapons left at the scene. There was no way that kid Potter could have done that.

Could it be that Li Wei used a sharp cutting spell to completely eliminate the basilisk before being completely petrified?
But what kind of spell can achieve this effect?

And if that's the case, how do you explain the blood and injuries on Potter's body?

Snape frowned and took out his wand.

"Footprints have been found!"

A beam of light shot from the tip of his wand, ripples across the damp corridor.

Giant, luminous, serpentine tracks began to appear in the air, extremely clear—logos should only show blurry marks, but these tracks indoors were so distinct and uniform.
This can only mean one thing: the basilisk was suppressed in one area from beginning to end and could not move freely.

The extremely concentrated magical residue marks around the area also confirm this.

Without a doubt, that was Li Wei's spell—he had been suppressing the basilisk the entire time.

Snape's lips curled into a mocking smile again—James' son was just as stupid as him, only bringing trouble to others.

"Why was the basilisk still petrified even though Li Wei had already destroyed its eyes with a spell?"
Was he petrified first before launching his final attack?

Professor McGonagall, based on the wounds on the basilisk's corpse, roughly guessed what had happened, but still didn't understand Harry's role and connection in the process.

"Why don't we go out and ask that kid?"

Snape's excitement soared to the heavens; he could almost see Harry stammering.
He thought of the way that kid had looked at him earlier.

Although his eyes were as beautiful as his mother's, his defiant attitude was just as repulsive as his father's!
(End of this chapter)