Going to School or Being a Nanny

In the headmaster's office, Dumbledore, Grindelwald, and McGonagall were chatting. Seeing Bing Huan suddenly burst in, Dumbledore poured him a cup of tea, gestured for him to sit, and asked, "What's wrong, child."

"It's Snape."

Professor McGonagall lightly tapped Bing Huan's forehead, "You must call him Professor Snape."

"I can't bring myself to say it," Bing Huan sulked on the sofa, his cheeks puffed out. Grindelwald raised an eyebrow, "What did that boy do to make you so angry."

"In class today, he immediately asked about potion knowledge points from two chapters ahead to make things difficult for Harry. Does Harry look like someone who would prepare in advance? He asked three questions. The little girl next to me poked her hand to the ceiling, but he didn't even look. I kindly advised her not to hold it up. Fine! He deducted a point from me.

Harry told him to ask Hermione instead, and he directly deducted five points for disrespecting a teacher. Later, during Potions class, he deducted a point from both of us, claiming Harry didn't remind me, and I reminded him but didn't watch. What is this? Old Dumbledore, I'm telling you, with a few more classes, forget Harry, I'm going to have a fight with him."

Getting more and more agitated, Bing Huan even wanted to duel Snape. Grindelwald and McGonagall quickly held him back.

Professor McGonagall patted his back, "Alright, alright, don't be angry. Severus has been like this for a long time. But this time, he really went too far. Regardless, what Little Huan did was not wrong. Albus, we in Gryffindor do not acknowledge these two points."

Dumbledore nodded noncommittally, "I will go out and explain to have them canceled. However, Little Huan, Severus doing this also has his deeper meaning. Firstly, he hopes Harry can study hard and not be blinded by his fame. After all, Harry carries too many undeserved achievements on his shoulders."

Bing Huan also let out a deep sigh after listening, "Fine, I accept that. What's the second point?"

Dumbledore took a book titled Victorian Flower Language from a nearby bookshelf. He flipped to the two ingredients, "The daffodil bulb is actually a type of lily that resembles a daffodil. In a sense, it represents Lily. Its flower language is 'My regret follows you to the grave.'

And the prepared Draught of Living Death is also called 'Living Hell, a miserable life,' meaning 'living in torment, better to be dead than alive, half-dead, alive but as if dead.' His meaning is that the lily falls into bitter sorrow. I deeply regret your mother's death and have lived a hellish, miserable life ever since."

The three below only knew the general idea of the whole incident. This was the first time they heard Dumbledore explain it in such detail, and for a moment, they didn't know what to say.

After a long while, Bing Huan couldn't help but speak, "I don't deny Professor Snape's contributions and his feelings for Aunt Lily. But this kind of awkward expression... Who understands what he's saying! Why do you adults like to be riddlers."

"Hey, I'm not like that. Albus and I never hide things from each other. With our blood pact, I've always kept it in a pouch over my heart." Saying that, Grindelwald took out the blood pact and tilted his head at Dumbledore, raising an eyebrow.

Dumbledore: (´= ◡ =｀)

Bing Huan, McGonagall: (¬､¬)

Bing Huan took a bite of a biscuit, "That's not right. If there are all these deeper meanings, what's the point of deducting so many points later?"

"Habit." A deep voice suddenly appeared. Snape was standing at the door of the headmaster's office at some unknown time. This made Professor McGonagall unhappy, "Severus, what do you mean by that? Is Gryffindor your imaginary enemy? Albus, are you going to do something about it!"

"Exactly!" (｀0´)／

Dumbledore quickly stopped the two, "Severus, you were indeed wrong to deduct points today. Please correct it."

Snape: "The points deducted from Mr. Bing were indeed somewhat biased, but for Harry Potter's points, I... deducted them with valid reasons."

"Professor Snape~" Bing Huan leaned closer to him, "If you don't change it today, I'll go back and badmouth you to Harry every day, making Harry look at you like an enemy with that face of Aunt Lily's, every day, every~ hour~ Cough cough cough..."

Hearing this, Snape feigned a cough twice, "Given that this is your first offense, I will only deduct one point this time. Do not repeat it next time."

Bing Huan: ⌓‿⌓

"Hahahaha," Grindelwald laughed and put his arm around Bing Huan's neck, "I never realized you were so good at coercion and temptation before. It's a shame you were born too late. If you had helped me back then, would I not have succeeded?"

Dumbledore: "Little Huan, look, I'll help you sort out the points. Won't you also do an old man like me a favor."

"No problem, what favor?"

Seeing Bing Huan agree, Dumbledore said, "It's nothing much. You've spent some time with them, how do you feel?"

"A bunch of problem children. They have talent, but they still need training. What's wrong? Hermione, I'll keep an eye on her even if you don't say anything. Harry, I've already promised you. Ron isn't the only one left out."

"Ahem, yesterday, Gale foresaw that Draco would do things he shouldn't due to his family and coercion. I hope you can help him, preferably by bringing the entire Malfoy family over. You know, I can't get involved in matters of influence."

"...Old Dumbledore, I'm only one or two years older than them, not one or two decades older. What kind of tasks are you giving me."

"The capable should bear more responsibility. You don't want to see a child who isn't inherently bad go astray, do you? Besides, think about it, if things get chaotic later, Hermione will also be implicated, won't she?"

Bing Huan frowned upon hearing this and looked at Dumbledore, "Old Dumbledore, I can take this on. You want to cultivate your savior, and I can help you, but don't have any ulterior motives."

Dumbledore smiled and took a sip of tea, "Of course, I will protect all my students." After Bing Huan left, McGonagall and Snape looked at Dumbledore in shock.

Grindelwald smiled and looked towards the door, "Weren't you always curious why Albus let this kid join our plan? In fact, before he threatened Albus and released his aura, neither of you noticed his strength.

If he fought with all his might, he might have been able to fight me. By the way, Albus, how does it feel to be the bad guy?"

Dumbledore: "I can't help it. Although this little guy wakes up the earliest at Hogwarts every day, he's a bit lazy in terms of fighting spirit. He also needs a goal to protect. This is what his master asked me to do. We only have three years left."

Grindelwald looked at Dumbledore, "Don't worry, after those three years pass, I will tell you everything from beginning to end, Albus. For now, please bear with us and be the riddlers."

Meanwhile, Bing Huan, after leaving the headmaster's office, tidied up his mood and slipped into the library. As expected, he found Hermione. He tiptoed over and sat down. The little witch seemed to still be bothered by the point deduction and was unwilling to pay attention to Bing Huan.

Bing Huan shamelessly leaned closer, "I didn't do anything, why are you still angry with me." Hermione rolled her eyes. It seemed that was indeed the case. But turning back now would be too embarrassing. Someone whispered in Hermione's ear, "Those eight points from this morning, Dumbledore has already agreed to only deduct the one point for Harry disrespecting Snape."

"Really!"

"Would I lie to you? You don't have to worry about it now, right?"

Hermione tilted her head and thought, "But we still lost a point. You have to help me get it back. Also, you scared me in Potions class, ummm, I'll punish you by making you rub bread for me for a week."

"That's it?"

"There's nothing else I need your help with, and I don't really like it."

Bing Huan took out his communicator and contacted the person in charge of the Daoist sect in Britain. "I'll have a batch of Chinese ingredients delivered tonight. Just wait, I'll give you a little taste of China's shock tomorrow morning."

Hermione: (･_･?)

The next day, Bing Huan woke up as early as usual. After meditating and practicing, he got ready and went to the back kitchen, asking the house-elves to bring out the ingredients he had entrusted them with yesterday.

Lifting the lid of the pot, the milky white broth inside was still boiling. This was the essence of five types of spirit beast meat, simmered overnight after removing excess spiritual energy. After casting a spell, the broth solidified into jelly at a visible speed.

He took out a few more pieces of meat and a head of cabbage, chopping them into small cubes. While stirring and mixing, he added various seasonings. Then, he sealed it and had the elves take it to speed up the marination. He himself went to the preparation table, took out flour, and kneaded the dough with water.

The skin of soup dumplings not only had to be thin but also tough, and it couldn't affect the taste when eaten. After confirming there were no issues, Bing Huan asked the elves to bring the filling and the soup jelly. One spoonful of filling and half a spoonful of soup jelly, and soon over thirty soup dumplings were completed.

Each one had 12 pleats. Next was steaming. Looking at the steamer in front of him, Bing Huan recalled the days when he learned culinary arts from his Sixth Uncle. That was during the Immortal Cultivation World's annual meeting. Every soup dumpling his uncle made had a hundred pleats, and those for the major sect leaders reached 999 pleats.

At that time, he struggled with just six or seven pleats, and his uncle would always smile and tell him he still needed to practice. Fifteen minutes passed quickly. In the steamer, the jade-like dumplings lay quietly.

He placed each soup dumpling into a separate small bamboo cage, instructing the elves to deliver some to McGonagall and Grindelwald later, but absolutely not to Dumbledore, absolutely not!