The Flying Lesson That Wouldn't Fly, Fierce Person

Bing Huan carried ten soup dumplings to the Great Hall. Everyone else had also arrived one after another. The professors above had also received their breakfast.

Sitting down next to Hermione, she took one and sniffed it. It didn't seem to have much of a smell, but since Bing Huan had prepared it, she decided to say something nice to save his feelings. Okay, I'll give him some face.

Bing Huan saw through the little witch's thoughts and said with a chuckle, "Don't worry, you don't have to save my face. Watch carefully, this is how you eat them."

Hermione and the professors above followed suit. They first bit a small opening in the soup dumpling. A fragrance, as if it had become tangible, wafted out, almost instantly sweeping through the entire Great Hall.

Grumble...

The professors awkwardly used their chopsticks to pick up the soup dumplings, bringing their mouths to the small opening they had bitten. The scalding soup surged into their mouths through the opening. Fearing that it would be too hot for children, Bing Huan held Hermione back for a moment.

The soup was rich and fragrant yet clear, the dumpling skin was elastic and soft, and the five types of meat in the filling blended perfectly, creating a unique texture.

Dumbledore looked around. Grindelwald, McGonagall, Flitwick, and even Snape were all focused on the soup dumplings. He looked at Bing Huan resentfully, "Where's mine? Where's mine?" (;へ:)

Bing Huan, who was focused on feeding Hermione, pretended not to see him and looked at Grindelwald. "Gale~"

"This kid was afraid I'd share with you, so he specifically made a big one for me instead of two small ones. There's nothing I can do, Albus. Gulp (swallowed) That was satisfying."

The other students had it just as tough. Ron and Harry, sitting next to Hermione, were the first to be affected. Ron had never seen a top student so focused on eating. He swallowed and asked, "Is it good, Hermione?"

Hermione didn't have time to answer Ron and could only give him a thumbs-up with one hand. Ron (longingly), "Can you share one with me?"

Hermione still didn't speak, but she gathered the remaining dumplings in her arms. (A kitten guarding its food)

"Hmph, stingy."

Finally, Bing Huan took out a few more. Of course, Percy and Wood also got some. On the way to class, Hermione was still questioning Bing Huan, "I could have eaten two more." Although the dumplings she was given were smaller than those for the professors, the girl had eaten five in a row.

He glared at Hermione, "Have you forgotten what class you have soon? It's uncomfortable to exercise when you're too full. I'll make more for you later, won't I?"

Hermione pouted, "But there's only one week left~"

"Then let's change 'one week' to 'every week'." The sudden increase in quantity stunned the little witch, leaving her frozen. (゜▽゜*) "Really?!"

"Just kidding."

"Tch~"

"If you don't hurry up, I'll really go back on my word." He also pointed to his wrist, signaling that class was about to start. Hermione trotted to catch up, "That won't do! You promised me."

On the grass, the little lions and snakes stood in separate rows. Madam Hooch strode over. "Welcome to your first flying lesson. Well, what are you waiting for? Stand next to your broomsticks, come on, come on, make it quick. Mr. Bing Huan, please stand next to me."

Bing Huan: (╥_╥)

He walked over reluctantly, "Madam Hooch, I really don't need to use Sword Flight anymore!"

However, Madam Hooch seemed unmoved. "I believe you, Mr. Bing Huan. The breakfast was also very delicious, but I hope you can help me with the teaching during class, okay?"

She still doesn't trust me, does she?

Bing Huan felt foolish. He could only obediently watch as others practiced with their broomsticks. "Alright, extend your right hand, place it above the broom handle. Then say, 'Up'."

Harry's broom immediately jumped into his hand. Hermione's broom seemed to be slow to respond. Bing Huan walked behind Hermione and tapped her head. "Let your magic flow through here, and then try to make the broom rise."

Hermione closed her eyes. As the magic passed through her mind, a peculiar cool sensation flowed from top to bottom. "Up!" This time, the broom obediently flew into her hand. o(^▽^)o

Madam Hooch saw that the biggest source of instability was genuinely teaching the students. She smiled with relief, thinking that the little wizards' first flying lesson would surely end perfectly.

As it turned out, what was bound to happen eventually did. Just as the little wizards were attempting to take off, Neville shot up twenty feet. Led by the broom, he darted around, and after a hard collision with the castle wall, he slid down.

"Up, you bastard!" Bing Huan decisively cast the Levitation Charm before Neville hit the ground. "Beautiful Levitation Charm, five points to Gryffindor," Madam Hooch said as she ran to check on Neville. "Fortunately, he didn't fall directly to the ground, just scraped himself on the castle wall. Now, I'm taking this child to the hospital. None of you are allowed to move, or you'll be expelled."

As soon as the two left, Malfoy burst out laughing, mocking Neville's earlier predicament. Malfoy also found Neville's Remembrall that had fallen to the ground.

"Give it here, Malfoy," Harry said in a low voice.

Malfoy, once again challenged by Harry in front of everyone, was naturally displeased. As soon as he held the Remembrall, he flew into the air. Harry, of course, chased after him despite Hermione's objections. Bing Huan watched the two locked in a stalemate and fell into thought. Why are these two clashing again?

Seeing that Harry was unwilling to back down, Malfoy threw the Remembrall away. In the end, Harry caught it just one foot off the ground, under Professor McGonagall's watchful eye.

Professor McGonagall said nothing and took Harry away, scaring him so much that visions flashed before his eyes. After they left, Malfoy laughed again, reminding Bing Huan of Cao Cao in the Huá Róng Trail. Now that damned Potter will be expelled.

Bing Huan looked at Malfoy nonchalantly. "How about it, Draco? Want to make a bet? Harry won't only not be expelled, but he'll also have the chance to do something you can't do right now."

Malfoy looked at the guy who was saying strange things the first time they met with a serious expression. "What's the stake?" The young master of the Malfoy family would naturally not be afraid.

"If I lose, 100 Galleons. If you lose, you have to agree to do one thing for me. Of course, it won't be beyond your capabilities."

It seemed like losing wouldn't be too bad, so Malfoy readily agreed. When Bing Huan walked back, Hermione asked him, "Is it really okay? Harry broke the rules too, didn't he?" He quietly leaned into her ear, "Come on, Professor McGonagall's lips are almost twitching with a smile. What could possibly be wrong?"

"Ah?" The little witch seemed confused by Professor McGonagall's behavior, as Professor McGonagall had always given a stern impression. "Professor McGonagall was a Chaser for Gryffindor in her youth, but she was ambushed and severely injured, forcing her to retire. Harry, being able to do that on his first flight, undoubtedly has a talent for Quidditch. Plus, Gryffindor's Quidditch has been suppressed by Slytherin for years. With such a genius in her own house, how could the professor not be happy?"

After class, everyone received the news that Harry had become the youngest Gryffindor Seeker in nearly a hundred years. Harry and Ron provocatively glanced at Malfoy. The arrogant young master would naturally not let it go! They agreed to a duel at midnight.

At midnight, Harry and Ron headed to the dueling location. Hermione chased after them, wanting to stop them. Trailing behind the three was Bing Huan, who had promised Dumbledore he would act as a babysitter, following them from a distance.

The group soon arrived at the trophy room, but Malfoy was nowhere to be seen. Fortunately, they found the trophy Harry's father had won for Gryffindor as a Quidditch player in the trophy room. This undoubtedly boosted Harry's confidence.

Just as they thought Malfoy had stood them up, Filch's voice echoed in the corridor. To make matters worse, the three encountered Peeves while fleeing. Thanks to Hermione's pre-studied Opening Charm, the three entered the room that Dumbledore had explicitly forbidden them from entering.

Upon entering, the three were met by three pairs of eyes. They shared a single body, and drool fell like sticky ropes from their yellowed fangs.

"Roar~" The Three-Headed Dog roared and lunged. Hermione turned to pull the door, only to find it had automatically locked. In the critical moment, Bing Huan flashed in. Using Flying Thunder God, he brought the three back to the Gryffindor common room.

"What on earth do they want? Keeping a thing like that in the school." After the three returned to the common room, Ron was the first to speak.

By then, Hermione had caught her breath, and her temper returned. "What are your eyes for? Didn't you see what that dog was standing on?"

"I don't know what your eyes are for, but I know your courage must be for courting death!" Bing Huan looked at the three expressionlessly. "Can the two of you cast more than five spells combined? And you dare to duel? Never mind dueling.

A Three-Headed Dog that even adult wizards wouldn't dare to confront directly, and the three of you first-years went into the same room. Are you that eager to die? Now all of you get back to bed."

The three, not bothering to argue, scrambled back to their dormitory.