Meeting Lucius, Draco Calls Her "Teacher's Wife"?

The next morning, Ron and Harry were discussing what the thing under the door panel could be. Hermione, on the other hand, was focused on whether Bing Huan was still angry, so she didn't pay attention to the two of them.

An owl flew towards Harry, carrying a long, slender package far exceeding its size. It was the Nimbus 2000 that Ron had repeatedly mentioned in the dormitory. Professor McGonagall above also smiled and nodded at Harry.

When he learned that it was because of him that Harry could join the Quidditch team, the young master found it hard to accept. While Malfoy was still reflecting on himself, the debt collectors arrived on the other side.

Bing Huan came up behind Malfoy. "Draco~ about our bet... ah?" Malfoy looked at Bing Huan nervously. "I, Draco Malfoy, stand by my word. What do you want?"

"But didn't you stand Harry up yesterday?"

"Never mind, that was my strategy." The young master's face turned red again. Bing Huan didn't tease him further and said, "The request is simple. Bet with me again."

"Bet again? Bet what?"

"You and I will both send letters, inviting your father Lucius Malfoy to meet. We'll see who he comes to see first, me or you. If I win, you will study with me from now on. Of course, I will get Patriarch Lucius's agreement too. If I lose, it's 1000 Galleons."

Hearing the conditions, Malfoy felt confident again. How could his father abandon him to see his classmate? Of course, to be safe, Malfoy wrote a letter filled with heartfelt longing for his parents, all emotion and no technique.

Bing Huan didn't pay much attention to the content. He had his subordinates use the name of the Daoist Sect to invite Lucius to discuss raw material agency matters, asking him to see him upon arrival at Hogwarts.

In the afternoon, Malfoy, who was wondering how to spend 1000 Galleons, did not wait for his father, but was met by his concerned mother, Narcissa. "Mom, where's Father?"

Narcissa stroked Draco's head. "Your father has a very important business partner to meet, but that person is also at Hogwarts. He'll come see you when it's over." Upon hearing this, Draco realized something and collapsed onto the sofa. "It's over."

Narcissa was puzzled by her son's strange behavior. Bing Huan, standing nearby, smiled and explained, "Mrs. Malfoy, this is just a small agreement between Draco and me, nothing serious. However, the upcoming meeting with Patriarch Malfoy concerns Draco and the future of the entire Malfoy family. You'd best listen in as well."

Bing Huan asked Draco to wait in the next room. Soon, Lucius, who had tidied himself up, also arrived. Lucius entered and saw his wife, who should have been visiting her son, waiting for him along with a young man. Narcissa explained the situation.

Lucius looked at Bing Huan. "I really didn't expect Draco to make friends with someone from the Daoist Sect."

Bing Huan smiled slightly. "Bing Huan, my Master is Zhang Tianhao. Patriarch Lucius should have heard of at least one of us."

"Now I know both. The letter said you wanted to discuss potion agency matters with me."

"That's not important. If the following conversation goes well, someone will connect with you. I can see that the Malfoy family is very willing to cooperate with the Daoist Sect."

"Naturally."

"So, how will the Malfoy family choose their allegiance?"

Lucius hadn't expected the conversation to progress so quickly. "I think you might be mistaken. We only helped the Dark Lord because we were under the Imperius Curse."

"Hahaha, it seems Patriarch Lucius thinks I'm a naive child like Draco with no ill intentions." The next second, Bing Huan's smile disappeared. "Let me be direct. If you stand with us, you'll be connected with the Daoist Sect. Not only cooperation, but I will also educate Draco according to the standards of a successor from a prominent Huaxia family.

If you choose Voldemort, I guarantee the Malfoy family will never see him resurrected. What do you say?"

Although he was the same age as his son, Lucius felt immense pressure. "This..." Bing Huan waved his hand. "Don't worry, I'm not a demon. I know this concerns the fate of your family, and as the Patriarch, you must be cautious.

How about this: two years. I'll give you two years to verify. The Philosopher's Stone being coveted at school, and you should still have some of Voldemort's contingency plans on hand, without the help of the Daoist Sect. I will stop you with a few classmates.

Similarly, these two years are also for your family to 'wash white'. I don't want partners of the Daoist Sect to be too dirty. As a token of sincerity, someone will connect with the Malfoy family about the potion agency tonight, and Draco can start learning from me now.

But if I achieve all of this, and after two years, the Malfoy family still cannot give me a satisfactory answer, don't blame me."

Lucius knew he couldn't fool his way out of this again. The person in front of him was talking, and had already drawn his sword. He quickly stood up. "Since you are so sincere, then we look forward to our formal cooperation in two years. If there is any news from the Dark Wizard's side during this period, our Malfoy family will inform you immediately."

After speaking, he went to the next room with Narcissa to brief Draco. After the couple left, Bing Huan walked in. Draco seemed to still be processing the overwhelming information. "It's very strange that a cooperation with your family would involve me."

"That's too strange."

"Then what if I told you that I made the bet with you and even cooperated with your family so that I could teach you?"

"Ah? I'm a guy!" The young master couldn't understand why someone with far greater influence than him would help him so much. Could this person be...?

"I like girls, don't worry. I had this idea because an old man foresaw that you would do something you'd regret for the rest of your life due to poor upbringing and coercion. Another old man entrusted me to help you, that's all."

Saying that, Bing Huan took out a pile of books from his storage ring: The Three Pillars of Aristocracy, Obligations and Responsibilities of a Cultivator... more than a dozen books in total, covering both Eastern and Western cultures. Bing Huan said to Draco, "Draco, teaching is my job, but whether you listen is your choice. Do you want to shine briefly with the glory of your family, or do you want the Malfoy family to prosper because of you? The books are here, you choose."

The next morning, Draco came to Bing Huan's table, with deep dark circles under his eyes. His eyes were tired but couldn't hide his excitement.

"Master!"

Bing Huan: (･_･?)

Hermione: (ﾟｰﾟ*?)?

Harry and Ron: ?(ﾟ_｡)?(｡_ﾟ)?

Hermione: "What did you call him?"

Draco: "I called him Master, Mas-n... Ah!" Bing Huan physically interrupted him before he could get any more outrageous, pulling him aside. "What's gotten into you today?" Draco said excitedly, "I've decided. From now on, I will study diligently under you."

"I asked why you were calling people randomly!"

Draco blinked. "Ah? I saw you protecting her and cooking for her all day, I thought you two..."

Bing Huan's fist tightened again. "It's only our first year, stop thinking about such things!"

"Oh~"

Returning to the dining table, Bing Huan explained to Hermione and the others that he had been entrusted to teach Draco. The young master, blushing, shyly apologized to Harry and Ron, and declared that he would definitely defeat the Savior fair and square next time.

Harry's response to this was an eye-roll.

"Damn you, Potter!"

After a brief exchange of banter, Draco returned to the Slytherin table.

That evening, Bing Huan glanced at the calendar. The fifteenth. Two weeks had passed without him even noticing. Bing Huan slipped over to Hagrid's hut. "Four days from now, we'll do this and that..."

On September 19th, Hagrid found Hermione, who had finished her homework. "Hermione