Hermione: I Drank Tea with GGAD at Eight!

"See, I told you there were 47 of them!"

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Bing Huan looked at the proud little person beside him. "You're not scared anymore, are you?"

The little girl, having recovered, smiled shyly. "Then do we have to fight our way out?" Hermione found it strange. She had been terrified facing just one of them earlier, but now facing 47... it felt manageable?

Bing Huan locked the main door before the Blood Servants could rush in. He looked around and led Hermione to a corner, shoving his Horizontal Saber into her arms.

Glancing back at the door, which was struggling to hold, he complained about the shoddy construction outside. Then he turned to Hermione and said, "Come, Hermione, hold onto Crimson Trail tightly. He can protect you. I'll hold them off in a bit. No matter what, you absolutely must not leave this corner, understood?"

Hermione clutched the saber tighter and nodded. Bing Huan covered the corner with furniture and turned to face the charging Blood Servants.

Thinking about how he'd given Hermione the saber for self-defense and how his Master had sealed off most of his abilities, leaving him with almost only Body Cultivation techniques, made his head ache even more. He stretched his muscles as he walked forward, muttering, "When I get back this time, I'm definitely going to use all of that old man's tea leaves to make tea-boiled eggs."

A Whiplash Kick sent the first three Blood Servants flying. "Come on, you beasts." As if angered by Bing Huan's words, the Blood Servants attacked even more ferociously. Bing Huan blocked attacks from the front while fending off sneak attacks from behind. Some of them were cunning, aiming straight for his kidneys with every strike.

Bing Huan had to constantly change positions and look for opportunities to eliminate a few to reduce the pressure. However, from beginning to end, Bing Huan never strayed more than three meters from Hermione. Gradually, the number of Blood Servants dwindled to just over twenty. Just as Bing Huan was adjusting his breathing to prepare for the next wave of fighting, six Blood Servants charged at him, and two more jumped out from the fireplace.

In a moment of desperation, Bing Huan swept the enemies away, but he misjudged the direction. The flying Blood Servants smashed into the sofa in the corner, exposing Hermione, who was hiding there. Several Blood Servants immediately changed targets and rushed towards Hermione. Bing Huan flashed to Hermione's side, repelled the attacking Blood Servants, and once again pulled the frontline back to within three meters of Hermione.

However, this time, Bing Huan not only had to face attacks from multiple directions but also had to prevent any stragglers from reaching Hermione. Combined with his previous exhaustion, his breathing grew heavier. The dispersion of his attention led to individual sneak attacks landing on Bing Huan, inflicting wounds.

"Ugh!" After enduring three heavy blows from the Blood Servants again, they looked at the panting Bing Huan and cackled sharply, "It seems you really want to protect that girl. What a pity, you can't stop all of us." His peripheral vision caught sight of a few minions breaking through the wall and heading straight for Hermione.

Bing Huan, who was being suppressed, actually started to laugh. "That's why I only let the weakest ones go."

"What?!"

At this moment, Crimson Trail in Hermione's arms began to glow red and flew out of its sheath, severing the claws of the attacking Blood Servants. Crimson Trail had been nurtured within Bing Huan since he first started cultivating, when it was still a Sword Embryo. Every time he refined it or upgraded it, the materials were personally sought out by Bing Huan as the most suitable. With enough potential and the master's dedicated nurturing, Crimson Trail had developed a slight sentience and could automatically protect its master in times of crisis.

Although the immediate danger to Hermione had passed, Bing Huan's disadvantage due to his deteriorating condition had not changed. Hermione watched as Bing Huan's wounds increased, and feeling powerless without a concept of strength, she looked down at the Horizontal Saber in her arms. "Crimson Trail, do you want to go help him too?"

Crimson Trail flashed, as if affirming the girl's courage. Hermione took a deep breath. "Hermione, you can do it. Hermione Granger, you can do it! Hya~!"

THUMP!... She ran into a pillar.

Bing Huan: o_O

He quickly kicked away the Blood Servants near Hermione. "Didn't I tell you to stay put!" Hermione rubbed her forehead and shoved Crimson Trail back to Bing Huan, looking up. "We think you need this more."

Crimson Trail flashed (Mm-hmm!)

Seeing the girl's determined yet fearful expression, Bing Huan slumped his shoulders in resignation. "Tch, what a worrywart." Bing Huan stood up and looked at the Blood Servants again. "Let me be clear, if you stay by my side now, I can't guarantee I can protect you."

"I'm not scared!" As she said this, the little girl also found a small brick on the ground. The Blood Servants not far away watched the two tensely. "Why does it feel like this kid's condition is different now."

Bing Huan grinned, and Crimson Trail unsheathed, resting on his shoulder. "Hey! Next... Phase Two."

On a grassy area not far away, three elders and a young couple were sitting around a campfire.

"Master, is this really okay? You've not only sealed off half of Xiao Huan's strength, but you've also drugged those Blood Servants. Once the Viscount dies, they'll go berserk and only think of revenge," the young woman said with a worried expression.

The elder in the long robe took a sip of tea. "Qing Yi, your junior brother's potential is far beyond this. That kid has been cultivating since he was in the womb. Combined with the foundation he's built since childhood, this bit of pressure will only be beneficial, not harmful."

The man beside her hugged Qing Yi and said to the elder, "Junior brother is, after all, someone we watched grow up. It's also been quite a while; it's been almost two hours since he went in. Qing Yi's worry is understandable."

"Yu Zhen..."

"Don't worry, children. With the two of us and Hao Tian here, nothing will happen," the speaking elder said kindly, his silver hair and beard long enough to tuck into his belt.

In the time it took to say that, he added a few more sugar cubes to his tea. "Speaking of which, I'm starting to miss the snacks that kid makes."

"Alright, he's your junior brother whom you watched grow up, but isn't he also my disciple whom I, Zhang Haotian, raised?

Those Blood Servants will at most give him some superficial injuries. As for that Viscount, he's already been weakened by his lust. What's there to worry about?"

"Lust? Does the Mistress know about this?" A familiar voice came from not far away. The group looked over to see Bing Huan returning, with Hermione, covered in scratches and with her face smudged with dirt, looking like a little calico cat, following him.

"Oh, our little hero is back. Any thoughts?" The speaking elder, dressed in a black suit, had heterochromatic eyes under his white short hair that seemed to see into the future.

"Alright, Gell, let the children rest. Scourgify," Dumbledore cleaned up the two refugees and gestured for them to come and sit.

Hermione looked at her now-clean clothes in surprise, letting Bing Huan pull her over. "How did you do that?! Is it magic?"

Dumbledore patted Hermione's head. "Correct, clever Miss Granger. It is indeed magic. You can come and study when you turn eleven. For now, have some tea and calm down."

"Can I learn too?" After experiencing today's events, Hermione was exceptionally interested in this magical power. She took the calming tea from Dumbledore's hand and slowly drank it.

Dumbledore nodded. "That's right, Miss Granger. You have the talent to become a Wizard. I would also be very welcoming to smart young witches like you to study at Hogwarts."

"Hogwarts... is it a school for learning magic? Bing Huan! Did you hear that? I can beat up bad guys like you from now on!"

"Hiss~" Bing Huan had just finished drinking the potion Dumbledore brought. He turned to answer Hermione, "Is that so? Then next time, you'll be the one protecting me."

"Okay~!" The little witch, having received affirmation, was already imagining herself waving a wand and saving the hero.

At this moment, it wasn't just the little witch who was excited. Yu Zhen felt with surprise that in the Daoist Sect, thousands of miles away, the divination that had remained unchanged for eight years had moved!

Zhang Haotian gestured for his disciple to remain silent for now and looked at Hermione. "Little girl, when were you born?"

Seeing his master's unusually serious deduction, Bing Huan asked nervously, "What's wrong, Master? Is there a problem?"

Zhang Haotian wore a knowing expression and waved his hand, "No problem, it's just a bit unusual."

"???, she's just a little girl, what's so unusual about that?" He placed his hand on Hermione's head and ruffled it vigorously.

This caused the little girl, who had wriggled free, to glare fiercely at him (puffing out her cheeks).

Zhang Haotian calmly took a sip of tea, "Oh really? Be careful you don't fall into her hands one day."

Bing Huan didn't catch his Master's implied meaning and directly questioned him with a loud "Impossible!"

Grindelwald looked at Hermione as if seeing something, "Kid Huan, don't speak too definitively sometimes. You can't predict the future."

"Why are you saying that too, Old Ge? Does she have any special talent?" Yu Zhen directly smacked Bing Huan on the head, "How many times have I told you, you must use respectful terms when speaking to elders."

Grindelwald waved his hand, "No, her talent as a Wizard is quite good."

"Then why are you all acting like this, as if I'll be afraid of her later? Is the value of my Daoist Sect's number one genius so low?"

The five of them: "... You guess."

Bing Huan: (՞•Ꙫ•՞)ﾉ????

He turned to look at Hermione, "I feel like they're looking down on me."

"I don't know."