Snape, Take the Pot!

"Did it die?"

"Hard to say. I didn't hold back, so if it's not dead, it's probably brain-damaged."

"I can do the Levitation Charm!"

"Ah~ Giant's snot, gross~"

A moment later, Professors McGonagall, Snape, and Quirrell rushed in. Upon entering, Snape shot Harry a glare. Seeing that he was unharmed, he then went to check on the giant.

Professor McGonagall's expression was angrier than ever. "What kind of mischief have you been up to?!" Bing Huan quickly stepped forward to calm the elder. "Oh, Professor, don't be so angry. It was just a little argument between kids. They were worried their friend hadn't received the message and came looking for him. Valuing your friends is a good thing, isn't it?"

Professor McGonagall looked at the four of them. "I'm glad you wouldn't abandon your friends, but when something like this happens, you should notify a teacher immediately!"

"Sorry, Professor." x3

"I'll kowtow to you!"

"Get out! No respect. I hope you've truly learned your lesson, because for this incident, each of you will lose a point. But I still have to say, not many first-years can bravely fight a giant. Each of you gets five points, purely for your sheer luck."

That day, the giant, through its own actions, helped the four of them officially become friends. Gryffindor also welcomed its new point deduction champions.

This was Harry's first Quidditch match, and everyone was chattering excitedly. Only young Harry seemed unenthusiastic, dissecting his sausage.

"Eat a little, or you'll get low blood sugar during the match."

"But I'm not hungry."

"Good luck today, Potter." Snape appeared behind Harry at some point. "Since you could handle a giant, a little Quidditch match will be a piece of cake for you, even against Slytherin today."

He then limped away. Bing Huan took a bite of his sausage. "If you want to encourage someone, you don't have to talk like that. So awkward."

"Huan, what did you just say?"

"Huh? Oh, I was just wondering why Professor Snape was limping." Bing Huan brushed it off with a laugh.

"So you noticed it too." Ignoring Bing Huan's confused expression, Harry continued his deduction. "When the professors came to the lavatory earlier, I noticed bite marks on Snape's leg. I suspect Snape let the giant in as a diversion. That would give him a chance to get through the door via the Three-Headed Dog."

Bing Huan didn't expect his casual remark to land him in so much trouble with Snape. He couldn't help but try to explain, "Snape is a famous potion master in the Wizarding World. He can buy anything he wants, why would he steal?"

This statement made Harry's mind clear. "So it all connects. Snape is a potion master, so whatever he's after must be no ordinary item.

The day Hagrid took me shopping, he also took something out of a Gringotts vault. He said it was related to Hogwarts and was confidential. Looking at it now, the Three-Headed Dog was guarding that item, and Snape wants to get it."

"...It connects like that?"

Feeling like he had discovered the truth, Harry's appetite improved considerably. And his reasoning was flawless, making it impossible to find fault with it for the moment.

"Professor Snape, I'm sorry." It wasn't the right time to explain, so someone could only apologize silently in his heart.

Harry prepared to take the field, and the remaining three followed the team to the stands. Soon, the Gryffindor and Slytherin teams emerged, riding their brooms. "They look pretty fierce, we need to be more imposing," Ron said worriedly from the side.

"More imposing?" Bing Huan thought for a moment, then shouted towards Wood and the others, "Let's crush Slytherin! I'll cook dinner tonight~"

Slytherin players:?

Gryffindor players:!

When Slytherin's captain, Marcus, looked across again, he was slightly taken aback. It was different from before. The Gryffindor players now looked like a pack of beasts.

The match began. Angelina and Katie's coordination was excellent, and Gryffindor scored three goals in quick succession. It seemed Wood's extra training had paid off; their coordination and speed had improved greatly compared to last semester.

However, Slytherin soon began to focus on taking out Gryffindor players. After a series of attacks, several players were injured and had to leave the match. To make matters worse, Harry's broom seemed to have suddenly malfunctioned. It swerved left and right, weaving through the air, shaking violently at times.

"Someone's jinxing Harry's broom!"

"What?!" Hermione quickly picked up her telescope and began scanning the entire field. Soon, she noticed Snape staring intently at Harry, muttering silently. "It's Snape, he's up to no good!"

Bing Huan also looked in that direction. Snape was indeed chanting, but he couldn't possibly harm Harry, and the malice was coming from behind him. Bing Huan jumped up and saw a familiar purple scarf. "Quirrell is also chanting."

But Harry's situation was becoming increasingly dangerous. Hermione made a decisive call. "There's no time to figure this out. You go stop Quirrell, and I'll go stop Snape. We'll sneak over."

"Okay."

The two of them went to the supports under the stands. Hermione drew her wand and cast a small fire spell at the hem of Snape's robes. Bing Huan, meanwhile, placed his hands under Quirrell's seat and pushed hard!

"Rise from the coffin!" He flipped Quirrell completely over. Harry, now freed, quickly adjusted his state and, before the Slytherin Seeker, caught the Golden Snitch.

"Snape was casting a spell to harm you, that's impossible." After the match, the four of them went to the hut. Hagrid directly rejected Harry's theory. "There's no reason for that, Harry."

"I discovered some things about him," Harry told Hagrid. "On Halloween, he wanted to get past the Three-Headed Dog to steal the item being guarded."

"Snape is a teacher at Hogwarts, he would never do such a thing," Hagrid stated. "Then why would he want to kill Harry?" Ron asked loudly.

"But I must say, Harry. If Snape really wanted to harm you, you wouldn't have lasted until Hermione and I saved you. Among the professors in the school, he ranks in the top five, and possibly not even fifth.

Besides, he wasn't the only one chanting. Quirrell behind him was also chanting. Hermione must have seen it too, and you could clearly feel Quirrell at the time..."

"Very different from usual, felt very cold," Hermione finished Bing Huan's sentence.

Hagrid also assured them again, "I don't know why Harry's broom acted like that. But Snape would absolutely never want to kill a student.

Now, all four of you listen to me. Forget about that big dog, forget about what it was guarding. This is between Professor Dumbledore and Nicolas Flamel..."

"Nicolas Flamel?"

Bing Huan: "So you really grew up drinking Truth Serum, Hagrid."

Hagrid: "..."

Time flew by to mid-December. During this period, they had been searching the library for any trace of Nicolas Flamel. Because Harry had spoken up for Snape earlier, he had also asked Hermione to keep Bing Huan from finding out.

Soon, the Christmas holidays arrived. Hermione and Bing Huan sat in their seats on the Hogwarts Express. Bing Huan looked at her impatiently, while Hermione was looking down and fiddling with her fingers. "So, can you tell me now? Why have you been avoiding me and those two brats all this time?"

"D-did I?" Hermione chuckled nervously.

Bing Huan leaned his face closer. "In the past month, you've spent less than a quarter of your time with me compared to them. Did I offend Miss Granger in some way?"

"Ah~ Um~ Okay, but you can't tell Harry I told you, alright? We're looking for information about Nicolas Flamel. Don't be angry~"

"Nicolas Flamel? That alchemy master?"

"You know him?"

"I studied alchemy with him for a while. Besides, that big book of miscellaneous notes you borrowed before has a record of him."

"Huh?" The little witch froze. She and those two idiots had spent days and nights flipping through books, only to be told now that the answer had been by her side all along, even capable of providing a spoken commentary.

After getting off the train, the two walked out while chatting. "Huan, where are you going next?"

Hearing this, Bing Huan was stunned. "Ah! I was so focused on asking you that I got on the train. I forgot that Huaxia doesn't celebrate Christmas. I came for nothing."

"Then why don't you come to my house for Christmas?"

"No, that's not good. It would be too much of a bother." For some reason, Bing Huan felt a bit nervous. Hermione, however, directly pulled him to her parents.

The Granger Couple recognized him as the child who had saved their daughter earlier and naturally did not object. However, after getting on the train, Mr. Granger kept looking at Bing Huan with a scrutinizing gaze. Bing Huan sat upright the entire time, more formal than he had ever been in front of Professor McGonagall.

When they arrived at Hermione's house, Hermione pulled him to her room, intending to write a letter to Harry and Ron. However, Bing Huan stopped her from mentioning Nicolas Flamel.

"Those two made me wait so long. I'll tell them when the holiday is over." With Bing Huan's pestering, Hermione could only let Harry and the others keep searching through books for a few more days.