Quarrel, Ineffective Malice Perception

After sending Filch away, Dumbledore dismissed everyone and, as an afterthought, brought Bing Huan to the Headmaster's Office again.

"Little Huan, you've been making quite a bit of noise these past few days, haven't you?"

With a "snap," Bing Huan, uncharacteristically serious, leaned on Dumbledore's desk.

"Old Deng! I don't like the sound of that. You know very well why I came to Hogwarts. Yet here I am, having to help you raise the Boy Who Lived, help you manage the Malfoy family, and you didn't even stop her from getting close to all this danger.

I do this and that for you, and I'm not even asking for special privileges. Now, someone's bullying her right in front of me, twice! And you expect me to just take it like a turtle in its shell?"

Grindelwald patted Bing Huan's shoulder. "I'm not trying to criticize you, but you should give Albus some face in the future."

"I'm not giving him enough face? Is it because I haven't opened a sky-sized hole in Slytherin or because that ugly thing can actually take two of my moves? Have I caused any actual damage in either of my tantrums?

If this were Huaxia, I wouldn't even have to say a word. That guy would be chopped up and fed to spirit beasts that same day, and the next day he'd be fertilizer for the Spirit Medicine Institute. 'Mudblood' – I don't even know why you'd allow such disgusting language at Hogwarts."

Dumbledore looked at Bing Huan seriously. "Child, I have never allowed such things. I can punish them like I did today, but what then? Can I silence them forever? It will only exacerbate the conflict between the two factions, even escalating from Slytherin versus the other three houses to pureblood versus non-pureblood."

"Then kill them. If one isn't enough, then two. If two aren't enough, then a whole nest. Kill until the word is etched into their genes and they can't say it!" One troublesome matter after another, coupled with the occasional palpitations since the beginning of the semester, the accumulated stress made the young man less inclined to resolve issues peacefully.

"Nonsense!" Dumbledore was startled by Grindelwald; he hadn't seen Albus so fierce in decades. "Kill? Can you kill everyone? Solving the problem, not the people who create it, is what we should be doing. Can you look at the bigger picture!"

"The bigger picture? Heh~ The bigger picture. You guys are always only concerned with the bigger picture. I cultivate diligently precisely so that the people around me don't have to compromise themselves for some damn bigger picture!

Four years ago, when I agreed to you sealing her memories, that was already me considering the bigger picture. Otherwise, I would have directly brought their whole family to Huaxia, and I'd like to see if Fudge would dare come to me for them!"

The young man's eyes were bloodshot. As they argued, they had unconsciously unleashed their auras. Grindelwald frowned. This kid's strength is already top-tier among the middle generation, and he's approaching the older generation. He's only fourteen! This is dangerous.

After a long while, Bing Huan retracted his aura. As he walked to the door, he said, with a hint of resignation, "Old Deng, I'm a petty person. I can't accommodate the entire Wizarding World. I just want everyone around me to be well. If necessary, I'll show you. The Wizarding World isn't indispensable, and people aren't necessarily unkillable."

His voice was calm, lacking the agitation of their earlier argument, but no one thought he was saying this to save face.

"Albus, are you sure you want to provoke him like this? Aren't you afraid of it getting out of hand?"

Dumbledore sighed. "In the end, it's my fault. I've unknowingly placed too much pressure on him, and he's always trying to share the burden with Harry and the others. If he doesn't release it like this, it'll be bad."

Grindelwald took a sip of tea. "Albus, but what that kid just said didn't sound like a joke. Should we...?"

"This child is much more mature than his peers. Relatively speaking, he will believe in his own ideals and judgments more. And he's not really wrong; he just needs to polish his methods. It's better for problems like this to surface sooner rather than later. Don't worry, Gell, things are far from their worst. Important bonds will make even a Giant Dragon willing to sheath its claws."

"Ah~ I think I was tricked by you like this back then."

"I tricked you again?"

"Hahahaha" X2

The next day, Hermione looked at Bing Huan. "Did something happen last night?"

"Why do you ask?"

Hermione reached up and rubbed Bing Huan's face. "Your complexion is much better than before. You used to have a grumpy face all the time."

"You have a grumpy face all the time too," Ron said while chewing on a fried egg.

Glare!

"...She's becoming more and more like my mom," Ron whispered to Harry.

"And a bit like Aunt Petunia."

"And a bit like my dad..." Draco appeared out of nowhere.

Bing Huan couldn't help but laugh as he listened to their mumbling. For a moment, he envisioned a future scene of a doting father and a strict mother. It seemed like after last night's argument, good news had started to arrive.

"What's the next class?"

"Dark Arts Defense."

Well, there goes the good news. (⌒_⌒;)

After enduring Lockhart's preening, today brings Harry and Draco's first direct confrontation – the Gryffindor versus Slytherin Quidditch match is about to begin.

As soon as the whistle blew, a Bludger shot straight towards Harry. George flew in and fiercely hit the ball towards the Slytherin team. Before the Slytherin Beater could react, the Bludger stopped and flew towards Harry again. Fred was already waiting nearby. A heavy hit!

"See, George? It still relies on me~" As if to spite Fred, the Bludger flew back.

Fred: "AUV! This ball is relentless?"

George: "Harry, what did you do to it?"

It started to rain. Harry searched for the Golden Snitch while guarding against the Bludger breaking through the Twins' defense. Getting hit by it now was something he couldn't withstand.

However, the drawback of the two Beaters protecting Harry became apparent. The score was 60:20, with Slytherin holding a significant advantage. Harry quickly told the Twins to protect Angelina and the others, and he would find a way to deal with the Bludger himself.

After repeatedly promising to call a timeout if he couldn't handle it, the Twins reluctantly agreed to support their teammates. Harry flew as fast as he could, but he could feel a constant whistling behind his head. Clearly, the Bludger had no intention of letting him go.

In the stands, tension began to rise. "Someone clearly wants Harry out of the game."

"Huan, can you sense any malice?"

Bing Huan frowned, trying hard to sense. "No, not at all."

"Could it be Snape?" Ron habitually started looking for suspects.

"Is there something you need, Mr. Weasley?" a deep voice sounded beside his ear. Snape appeared, his greasy hair slicked back.

"Professor Snape, what are you doing here?" Bing Huan looked at the tall man in surprise.

"I'm in charge of stadium security today, on patrol."

"Thanks!" x3

"...Gryffindor loses five points."

"..." Bing Huan finally understood what the word "habit" from the office earlier meant. Hermione interrupted the silence, "Now is not the time to discuss this, Professor Snape, that Bludger was clearly acting strangely."

"I didn't detect any signs of a Wizard casting a spell. If it were another magical creature, I couldn't see it from this far away. They would have to call a timeout themselves to request an investigation, but that would affect their grades. Potter wouldn't be happy about that."

"How do you know?"

"Takes after his father, foolish!" With that, Snape, his cloak billowing, floated away.

Ron anxiously looked at Bing Huan, "Still nothing? Huan, try sensing it harder!"

"If I try any harder, I'll need to go to the bathroom!" Bing Huan said irritably, "But Snape's right, all we can do now is trust Harry and intervene immediately when the match ends or when Harry can't hold on any longer."

On the field, Draco and Harry had already spotted the Golden Snitch. While chasing it, Draco couldn't help but ask, "Potter, why is this thing only focused on you?"

"How should I know? If I could, I'd definitely want it to go after Marcus!"

"...Indeed."

The two weaved through the structures, while the Bludger remained stubbornly focused, even risking crashing through a crossbar. The Golden Snitch drew closer, and the Bludger sped up, seemingly aiming for a double kill. Harry made up his mind, shoved Draco out of the Bludger's path, and then, with a leap of faith, caught the Golden Snitch before falling to the ground.

Just as everyone breathed a sigh of relief, the Bludger aimed at Harry again.

" Bombarda! " Draco cast the spell, "That evens us out, Potter."

Harry couldn't get out of the mud pit on his own; his hand was broken. Everyone rushed over to take Harry to Madam Pomfrey, but someone wasn't having it. A green figure darted from the crowd.

It was Lockhart, who scooped Harry up, revealing a row of gleaming teeth. "Harry, I've got you!"

"No, not you!" Harry, who had been somewhat dazed, instantly sobered up.

"Don't say silly things, let me handle this. I've used this simple healing spell ten thousand times."

"Harry~!"

" Bang! "

Just as Lockhart raised his wand, Bing Huan charged forward and headbutted him, sending him flying. "Nice one!" Harry gave a thumbs-up with his good hand.

"You bet." Bing Huan then looked up with a "confused" expression, "Did I just bump into something?"

"No, no, no," everyone played along, understanding the unspoken agreement.

Fred: "Nothing happened here just now."

George: "Right, Harry just floated up on his own."

"So cool!"

They took Harry to the School Infirmary. Although Lockhart's interference was avoided, Madam Pomfrey still insisted Harry stay overnight.

On the way to take Harry there, Bing Huan was still puzzled about why his malicious intent detection had failed.