Confronting Fujii, Fighting Giants

On Halloween, Professor Flitwick announced that young wizards could try to make objects fly. Just as they were about to be divided into groups for training, Professor McGonagall called Bing Huan away on behalf of Dumbledore.

As a result, Hermione's partner became Ron, who had originally wanted to team up with Harry. The two couldn't stand each other. "Swish and flick, then say the spell correctly. Wingardium Leviosa, friends."

Seamus, whose fire elemental talent was maxed out, precisely detonated, blackening the feather and half of Harry. Ron, on the other hand, seemed to want to vent his dissatisfaction onto the feather, waving his wand like a windmill.

Hermione corrected his pronunciation errors and successfully made the feather float, earning Professor Flitwick's praise.

After class, Ron caught up with Harry. "No wonder everyone can't stand her, she's like a nightmare." Hermione heard this and ran away crying.

Harry: "She must have heard."

Ron felt a trace of unease. "She must have also realized that he doesn't have any friends."

Harry froze. "Did you forget about that person?"

Ron: "..."

Just as the Charms class was in session, in the Headmaster's office.

A short, stout, and sturdy man was arguing with Dumbledore, while Grindelwald stood calmly behind him.

With messy gray hair and an anxious expression on his face, the current Minister of Magic, Fudge. "Dumbledore, why didn't you notify the Ministry that the disciple of the Gate Master is coming to Hogwarts to study?"

"I'll say it again, Fudge. Hogwarts welcomes every wizarding child with magical talent to study," Dumbledore said, sitting in the main seat and looking at Fudge.

"Professor, the person has arrived," Professor McGonagall interrupted the argument at the opportune moment. Bing Huan looked at Grindelwald, who extended his right hand, pressed it down, and then made a throat-slitting gesture.

Bing Huan curled the corners of his mouth and raised an eyebrow, indicating he understood. Dumbledore saw this and said to Fudge, "Since the person in question is here, let's have a chat together."

Fudge turned around and saw the young man looking at him expressionlessly. Bing Huan, uncharacteristically, ignored the adults present. He walked directly to the sofa and sat down, putting his legs on the coffee table. "I heard the Minister of Magic was looking for me. Is there something you need?"

Fudge slammed the table fiercely. "Mr. Bing Huan, is this how you treat your elders?"

Bing Huan pretended not to hear and picked at the dirt under his fingernails. "My master is Zhang Tianhao."

"You're coming to Hogwarts to study, why didn't you report to the Ministry first?"

"My master is Zhang Tianhao."

"I am responsible for the wizarding world of Britain."

"My master is Zhang Tianhao."

"This is the Western wizarding world, not the Chinese cultivation world!" Fudge angrily punched a nearby bookshelf. Bing Huan seemed to see Fudge at this moment, as if waking from a dream, and said, "Oh dear, oh dear, my mistake, I forgot about my problem."

Fudge thought he was going to back down. Just as he was about to put on an elder's demeanor and lecture him again, Bing Huan spoke again.

"Let alone my master, it seems even my senior brother could pin you down with one hand. You're flattering yourself~" He then nodded earnestly, as if satisfied with his conclusion.

Fudge looked at Dumbledore. "Is this the good student you've taught? I think you and Grindelwald are really plotting a rebellion."

Grindelwald, who had been idle, spoke up. He said coldly, "Fudge, I vouched for you at the Ministry back then out of respect for Albus. I don't recall giving you the right to bellow at me."

Bing Huan also stood up and put his arm around Fudge's shoulders from behind. "Old man, you seem to have a lot of opinions about me going to school. You can't do anything right, but you have quite a temper. Who in this room can you beat besides the Sorting Hat?"

Fudge shook off Bing Huan's hand and shouted at Dumbledore, "Dumbledore, are you going to do something about this!"

"I'll say it again, Hogwarts will protect every one of its students." Dumbledore walked sternly in front of Fudge.

"Fudge, I am the Headmaster."

"Dumbledore, you will regret this."

Bang!

Fudge slammed the door and left.

"Pfft."

"Hahahaha."

Dumbledore looked at the old man and the young man below laughing uncontrollably and shook his head helplessly. He warned Bing Huan to be careful recently, as Voldemort might be making a move on the Sorcerer's Stone soon.

By the time he left the Headmaster's office, it was already dinnertime. Bing Huan headed straight for the Great Hall. Upon arrival, he didn't see the witch with astonishing hair volume. Seeing him walk over, Ron and Harry were also eating with their heads down.

"Harry, is Hermione not here for dinner?"

Harry, who was called upon, smiled sheepishly. "Well, we had a bit of a disagreement with her on the way back from class, and then she ran off."

"Then where is she now?" Bing Huan's right eye suddenly twitched, as if something bad was about to happen.

"Lavender said she's in the girls' restroom on the second floor and refuses to come out. Hey, that's the girls' restroom!" Ron quickly reminded him, seeing that Bing Huan seemed to want to go look for her, lest he be mistaken for a pervert.

"...Will this do?" Bing Huan took out the hairpin Hermione had given him earlier and clipped it onto his head, then walked out without looking back, leaving Harry and Ron bewildered in the Great Hall.

Hermione, still sad about today's events in the restroom, suddenly felt the light dim. She looked up and saw Bing Huan, wearing her hairpin, looking at her from over the wooden partition of the toilet stall. For a moment, Hermione was so stunned that she forgot to continue crying.

"This is the girls' restroom, right?"

"I'm wearing the hairpin, aren't I? If you're not satisfied... then lend me a skirt~"

"Pfft~" Hermione playfully scolded, "Aren't you afraid of being arrested as a pervert?"

Bing Huan: ╮(๑•́ ₃ •̀๑)╭ "Then I'll say you told me to do it."

Bing Huan pulled Hermione to sit in the corner and asked about the day's events. "Am I really that bad? I don't even have a friend."

"Then I'll leave?"

Hermione quickly grabbed Bing Huan, who was about to leave, "That's not what I meant. You're very important, I just don't feel like you're a friend. You're the most important person at school, really."

"You want to acknowledge me as your father?"

Hermione: "You die!" s(・｀ヘ´・;)ゞ

Bing Huan looked at Hermione and said seriously, "No one would think that an upright top student would be bad. Ron actually said those things today because he was a bit unconvinced after being surpassed by you."

"Then I'll change in the future?"

"Why should you change? Smart, strong-willed, and cute is the Hermione I know. You don't need to care too much about the number of friends; they aren't something that's easily found. Those who walk the same path together are just companions; those who can still walk together on different paths are friends. Next time something happens, don't hide it alone anymore. Notify me with your bracelet, and I can be free anytime."

"Huan..." The two met eyes.

Grumble grumble x2

"How about we go get something to eat?"

Hermione shook her head, "My eyes are still swollen." The little witch didn't want too many people to know she had been hiding and crying here. Bing Huan thought for a moment and decided to sneak to the kitchen to get some food.

Meanwhile, in the Great Hall, Professor Quirrell ran in in a panic. "Troll—a troll in the dungeons, I think you know." He then collapsed to the ground and fainted. Dumbledore calmed the flustered young wizards and had the prefects lead them back.

Harry, in the crowd, suddenly grabbed Ron's arm. "This is bad!"

"What's wrong?"

"Bing Huan and Hermione don't know about the troll yet."

Ron bit his lip, "Okay, we have to sneak over there. We can't let Percy find out." They also saw Snape heading towards the fourth floor.

As they approached the girls' lavatory, they heard a low grumble and the sound of heavy footsteps dragging on the floor. Then, a monster appeared. It was twelve feet tall, with dull, lifeless skin and a foul odor. It was carrying a thick wooden club in its hand.

When the troll entered a room, Harry leaped forward and locked the troll inside. The two high-fived each other, happy that they had trapped the troll. At this moment, Bing Huan walked over with a pile of food from not far away. He saw that the girls' lavatory door was closed, and Harry and Ron were twisting at the doorway like maggots.

"What are you two doing?"

Harry was happy to see Bing Huan was fine. "Bing Huan, a troll has gotten into the castle, but we've already locked it in."

"Oh~ a troll... Wait, what did you lock in?!!!!" As if in response to Bing Huan, a shrill, terrified scream came from the room, and the heartbeats of the three stopped.

Bing Huan quickly kicked the door open. Hermione was huddled in the corner, and the troll was approaching her, its club ready to fall at any moment. Bing Huan flew forward and delivered a heavy kick, making the troll stumble back a few steps. "Min, are you okay?" Hermione shook her head. Harry, not far away, seemed to have learned something from Bing Huan's series of actions.

He drew his wand and leaped forward. He hugged the troll's neck from behind, and his wand went straight into the troll's nostril. The troll writhed in pain and raised its club to hit Harry.

Wingardium Leviosa!

At the critical moment, Ron successfully cast the levitation charm. The club slipped from the troll's hand. Bing Huan seized the opportunity, pulled Harry down, and then leaped up.

"Bang"

The troll's head took a heavy blow and it fell.