Hogwarts: A Chinese-Style Professor

Chapter 74 seems a bit tough.
In a second-grade class, student Simo Finigan raised his hand to ask a question.

"Professor Jowellie, why do we always end up learning low-level and mid-level spells when there are clearly more powerful ones available?"

“Because learning advanced spells too early is an inefficient behavior—your foundation isn’t solid yet, and learning these spells will waste too much of your time—didn’t Professor Levi say that?”

"He did say that, but I still don't understand."

Simo continued to ask.

“Although learning difficult spells takes longer, they are also more powerful. Wouldn’t that help us win in a duel?”

"In the short term, that may indeed be the case, and there are even many wizards who can make a living in the magical world by relying on a spell feat—but this is not the right path."

"Why isn't this the right path? It sounds cool."

"Because a single spell cannot cope with complex situations, and dependence on such a spell will also weaken your ability to control other spells, it is by no means a good path."

Moreover, a powerful spell isn't necessarily effective; often, a well-placed disarming spell can be far more effective than a high-level one.

"Then what constitutes a good path?"

"Of course, it's as Professor Li Wei said earlier."

Joe Willi patiently answered the students' questions, showing no sign of annoyance.

Hermione couldn't stand it anymore and interrupted Seamus.

"Could you please stop? Are we really going to spend this lesson on questions and answers that have nothing to do with the lesson?"

Simo then reluctantly stopped asking questions.

Jowell smiled at Hermione and continued the lesson, feeling relieved. These kids had just too many questions. Although answering them wasn't a problem, this kind of non-stop question-and-answer session was really tiring after a while.

After finishing his last day of classes on Friday, Joey walked out of the classroom and sighed deeply—to be honest, after just one week of classes, he was already thinking about getting some energy potions.

The little wizards have so many wonderful ideas, they're interesting as they are—but answering them is really tiring.

How exactly did Professor Li Wei manage them?
"Professor Jowellie, see you tomorrow night—"

"Me too—see you tomorrow night."

A group of students ran past him, laughing and joking, saying things that were incomprehensible to him.

What does "See you tomorrow night" mean? Isn't tomorrow Saturday?

Joey didn't understand what they meant, assuming that the students had simply forgotten the time.

He hurried back to his office and, referring to Professor Li Wei's lesson plan, pondered what he should teach next week.

"Dong dong."

There was a knock on the door, and Joe Willy stopped what he was doing and opened it.

Standing outside the door were members of the study group; they seemed to have arranged to come together at the same time.

"What do you need? Come in and talk."

Joe Wery welcomed everyone in—his office had been getting too busy with students lately, and to avoid being disturbed, Camille had taken the professor's statue to a newly opened cubicle to do her research.

"Senior Joe Weili—"

The members of the study group still use this title in private.

"We hope to resume the study group activities—even while the professor was in a coma, could you please take charge of teaching us?"

“So that’s what it is.” Qiao Weili nodded and confirmed, “Since you want to learn and improve, even though I’m only temporarily filling in for the professor’s duties, I have no reason to refuse.”

"Of course! How about we resume our study group activities this Sunday afternoon?"

"Great!"

The seven people in the group exchanged glances and all smiled happily.

After seeing them off, Joey had just sat down when there was another knock on the door.

It's Professor McGonagall.

They must be here to check on my teaching this week, right?

Joe Wery respectfully invited the other person into his office—although they were now colleagues, the other person was the professor's former teacher, and no amount of respect was too much.

Just as Jowell had expected, Professor McGonagall had come to inquire about his situation. However, before leaving, she suddenly said something that Jowell hadn't anticipated.

"Joe, I'm sorry."

Hmm? Why is this respectable lady apologizing?

"Since you are a professor at the school, you will also be involved in the student detention program."

"Ah—of course."

Joe Weili responded quietly.

Professor McGonagall continued, "This Saturday and Sunday night, you will be in charge of the confinement of four young wizards."

Confinement can be a mild punishment, physical labor, or after-school detention—or you can choose whatever you prefer, as long as it's not too excessive.

"Um—do you want both Saturday and Sunday nights?"

Joe Wei was somewhat stunned.

"Well—because there have been so many young wizards making mistakes lately, so basically every professor has to take charge of this."

Professor McGonagall explained the reason.

Then, looking at Joey, who calmly nodded in acceptance, she felt as if she were seeing another Levi. She couldn't help but complain.

"Dumbledore always washes his hands of the matter—the students are so naughty now, I've told him I hope he can step in and manage things, but he just laughs it off and doesn't understand my difficulties at all."

If your teacher were here, he would definitely be able to find a solution.

Jowell listened to her complaints with a smile, without saying a word—he wouldn't rashly offer his opinion on things he didn't fully understand.

Moreover, he believed that Professor McGonagall was simply upset and wanted someone to share her burden.

Sure enough, Professor McGonagall left after complaining, clearly not intending for Jowell to do anything.

After the other person left, Joveli collapsed onto the sofa and stared blankly at the sky outside.

"I have classes from Monday to Friday, and then I have to be in charge of study groups and student confinement on weekends. Luckily, the professor has already delegated the task of grading assignments to the students."

Come to think of it, the professor had previously covered other professors' classes?

Thinking about how Levi could still study dark magic with a blank expression after each class, Joe admired him even more.

If things continued like this, he felt he really should consider going to Mrs. Pomfrey's for some energy potions—no, he should go now.

Thinking of this, Jowell propped himself up from the sofa—at that moment, the knocking on the door started again.

The door opened, and there stood Professor Snape.

He had a cold face; although he was the one who came to the door, his expression made it seem as if he were the one being disturbed.

"Professor Snape—hello, is there anything I can help you with?"

Joey greeted him somewhat reluctantly—he wasn't used to being around such a gloomy and bad-tempered person.

"Hmph—you're more polite than your teacher."

Snape instinctively snorted, but realizing his mistake, he quickly put away his sour expression.

"Take it."

He took out two large bottles of potions from his large wizard robes and handed them to the somewhat dazed Joe.

"The blue one is an energy-restoring potion. You only need to use two ounces each time. It's best to add a few drops of pumpkin juice before taking it."

The silver one is Moonlight Tranquilizer, which can help you sleep soundly until dawn without any fatigue.

This is enough for you for a month. Come back to me when you've used it up, understand?

“I heard you—thank you so much, Professor Snape, this is too kind.”

Jowell was somewhat flattered—the Moonlight Tranquilizer was several times more effective than the regular Tranquilizer, and it wasn't cheap.

"Humph--"

Snape waved his wizard robes, said nothing, and left with a pout.

(End of this chapter)