Year-End Summary, Summer Begins

After returning to the common room, everyone celebrated the second match until almost midnight before heading back to their dormitories one by one.

As he put out the fireplace and stood up, Professor McGonagall was already standing behind Bing Huan. "Why have you come all this way, Professor?"

"Professor Dumbledore asked me to call you over."

The old and young walked slowly through Hogwarts in the dead of night.

"Professor Dumbledore showed me your performance downstairs, and I'm proud of you, child."

"Professor, you know I didn't exert much effort. If it weren't for Old Deng's instructions, I could have gotten through it alone." Bing Huan shrugged indifferently.

Professor McGonagall shook her head and said with a smile, "That's precisely why I praise your performance. Being able to think as a team, using your absolute strength as a last resort, and pulling your teammates back at critical moments—that's very rare.

You've grown this year, at least you're not kicking down doors anymore."

"You've also become much kinder."

"Mr. Bing Huan means that I'm a sharp-tongued, strict, and rude old lady, doesn't he?" Professor McGonagall's glasses slid down as she stared at Bing Huan with feigned seriousness.

"I didn't mean that at all. Oh, right, this is for you." Before he knew it, they had arrived at the Headmaster's Office. Bing Huan took out a box of pills and handed them to Professor McGonagall. "You should take care of yourself as you get older."

With that, he slipped into the Headmaster's Office before Professor McGonagall could get angry.

Inside the Headmaster's Office, Dumbledore and Grindelwald were already waiting. "You're here."

"Why are you two looking for me in the middle of the night instead of counting stars?"

"Speaking of which, ever since Harry enrolled, you've mostly been asking me for help. It's been a long time since we've had a good chat like this."

"Oh, so you know you're exploiting child labor!" Bing Huan took a sip of lemonade and leaned back on the sofa.

"How do you feel about your year at Hogwarts?"

"It's been good, except for one old man who makes me work all day, and another old man who's abetting the evil."

Grindelwald playfully hit Bing Huan on the head. "You brat, how am I abetting evil?"

"Hahahaha~"

"..."

"..."

Bing Huan saw the two old men, who had been joking moments before, suddenly fall silent. "If you have something to say, just say it. It's not like it's a death tribulation, is it?"

Dumbledore seemed surprised by the young man's composure. "You know?"

"Do you remember the first time I met Hermione four years ago? I happened to sneak in and see it a month before we left. A ten-in-ten chance of death, right?"

"..."

"Alright! I haven't given up yet, so why are you two mourning for me here? When my Master found me, he calculated that I wouldn't last three days, but look at me now, I'm still fine. A death tribulation doesn't necessarily take my life.

However, there's one thing I need you to promise me. If I don't make it, I want you to personally handle their memories."

"Seal them?"

"Erase them, leave not a trace."

"...Alright."

Dumbledore looked at the young man on the sofa with heartache. At thirty-one, one might not be able to accept this, yet he, at thirteen, could say it with a straight face. No wonder his Senior Brother Yu Zhen always said he was too mature. It was a maturity that no elder would ever wish for.

The next day

The young wizards had all packed up. Bing Huan was once again cornered at the door. "You can't break your promise this time, Huan!"

"Yeah."

Cedric, Wood, Fred, and George stood in the train aisle. Since their compartment was at the very back, they didn't have to worry about obstructing others.

"Okay, okay~ I'm going, I'm going."

Only then did the four of them relent and go to the opposite compartment. A moment later, Hermione and the others walked over. Harry was holding a photo album Hagrid had given him, filled with pictures of him and his parents. Hagrid had specifically contacted classmates from that year to get them.

"All three of you are coming to my house this summer. I'll send an owl to invite you."

"I really need something to look forward to," Harry said.

"Don't worry, your brother has already invited me. My whole summer is pretty much booked by those guys." Bing Huan pointed to the compartment opposite, and the only response he received was four middle fingers.

Hermione readily agreed and then asked Bing Huan, "Huan, are you flying home again?"

Bing Huan shook his head. "My Master and Mistress are in seclusion. My Senior Brother and Senior Sister are representing the sect to negotiate the second half of the year's cooperation with the country. Recently, it's also the sect's internal ranking matches, so my Martial Uncles are very busy. I won't go back and cause trouble. It's more comfortable to video call."

"Then you have to come to my house first. My parents miss you too."

"Okay~"

"Eww~" Fred started again. Whenever they were around, it was impossible for these twins to not stir up trouble when Hermione was being doted on.

Fred: "You have to come to my house first."

George: "Okay."

Even though it had happened many times, Hermione's face still turned red, and she lowered her head. Bing Huan glared at the twins. "You two, don't you want to learn flying swords anymore?"

Fred: "How could anyone make a joke like this? I, Fred, condemn them first!"

George: "Exactly!"

"..."x6

Soon, the train arrived at the station. Everyone passed through the exit, officially returning to the Muggle world.

"He's there! Harry Potter! I see him!" The speaker was a cute red-haired girl, Ginny, Ron's sister.

"Alright Ginny, that's rude." Mrs. Weasley smiled at them. "You must have been busy this year, right?"

"Indeed, thank you for the fudge and sweater you gave me."

"It's nothing, dear. You must be Bing Huan and Hermione, the children often mention you in their letters."

"Hello, ma'am."

The Granger Couple also arrived, and the two families chatted harmoniously.

"I say, are you ready?" It was Harry's uncle, Mr. Dursley, still with that punchable look on his face. Behind him were Petunia and Dudley.

"Are you Harry's family?"

"Hurry up, boy, we can't afford to waste the whole day." Mr. Dursley turned and left.

Hermione couldn't believe such a hateful person existed. "Have a nice... um... holiday?"

"We will." Harry smiled, carrying Hedwig, and followed. Ron and Hermione were left looking astonished. Bing Huan walked up behind the two. "The Ministry of Magic only stipulates that we can't use magic at home, but they don't dare to interfere with cultivation."

"This kid asked me for 300 talismans yesterday. He's having the most enjoyable holiday."

After Bing Huan repeatedly promised to find them once he was done, the summer vacation officially began. Arriving in Dorset once again, Bing Huan knocked on the door of the small Western-style house. Their grandson Rolf opened the door; it also happened to be Newt's family reunion day.

Tina introduced Bing Huan to the other family members. In the afternoon, inside Newt's case, Bing Huan recounted his experiences over the past year to the couple. They marveled at the excitement of the five-person school life. Tina was more indignant that Dumbledore would push things onto students. It took Bing Huan and Newt a long time to coax them into stopping their swearing.

Bing Huan politely declined Newt and Tina's offer to stay the night and rushed to Devon that same night to meet Nicolas Flamel. Still the same spry old man, Bing Huan asked Nicolas as soon as they met if he had truly destroyed the Philosopher's Stone.

Nicolas Flamel did not answer Bing Huan directly, merely waving his hand to pour Bing Huan some tea. "Relax, child. If I truly couldn't do without it, I wouldn't have let Dumbledore use it to lure Voldemort. Even without other means, the remaining Elixir of Life is enough for me to live until I wish to die or... create another."

Hearing this, Bing Huan finally felt at ease. The two chatted until the next morning. Before leaving, Nicolas inexplicably said, "Your birthday gift, I'll give it to you all at once in three years." Without any explanation, he let Bing Huan leave. Bing Huan just assumed the old man's riddle-speaking habit had flared up.