I'm Going to First Grade?

By the lake, Bing Huan was skipping stones to catch fish. He didn't notice Yu Zhen standing behind him.

"What are you doing?"

"Fishing."

"There's no one else here."

Bing Huan stopped what he was doing. "It's so strange, I suddenly feel like I can't speak." Yu Zhen didn't say much, walked over and stood beside his junior brother, handing him a bottle of cola. Bing Huan took it and drank half of it. "Burp~~~~~~~~ Speaking of which, shouldn't you give me a bottle of wine at this time?"

Yu Zhen glanced at Bing Huan. "Dream on. Minors are prohibited from drinking alcohol."

"What about her?"

"We faked that she was kidnapped by human traffickers and have already notified her parents to pick her up."

"Senior Brother, do you think..."

"What's meant to be will be. If you want to do something, do it boldly. I'm your Senior Brother, and I'll always have your back."

After taking the last sip of cola, Bing Huan stood up. "Phew~ Alright, it's time to go home."

Yu Zhen patted the fallen leaves off his body. "Yeah, let's go home."

Meanwhile, Hermione was taken home. The Granger Couple were afraid Hermione had been frightened and stayed by her side all day. It wasn't until evening that Mrs. Granger remembered it was Hermione's birthday.

"I'm sorry, Hermione, we forgot to celebrate your birthday."

Hermione, however, was frowning as if thinking about something. "But I feel like someone already celebrated it for me."

Mrs. Granger took it as Hermione trying to comfort her and looked at her daughter with affection. "Mom promises you, we'll have a proper celebration for your tenth birthday. Now you should go to sleep, goodnight, sweetie."

"Goodnight, Mom."

Huaxia Daoist Sect

The Senior Sister went to report to Mistress Liu Yan.

Master and Senior Brother immediately entered the secret chamber. Zhang Tianhao looked at the divination on the table, revealing a rare excitement.

"Going to England this time was the right decision."

"Yes, Master. It's the first time we've seen a Path to Survival since calculating Little Huan's death tribulation eight years ago. Junior Brother can finally be saved."

The youngest one entered a state of intense self-improvement. Besides improving his cultivation, he temporarily put aside his sorcery and talisman path. He systematically studied body techniques, alchemy, and swordsmanship.

Two years later, after enduring several lightning tribulations and reaching the Golden Core Stage, Bing Huan was forcibly told to stop by his Master. "Why, Master? I finally have some motivation. Besides, I'm not even that fast. Isn't that Martial Uncle from the Kunlun Sect faster?"

Zhang Haotian slapped the back of Bing Huan's head. "What's the use of cultivating faster? He's Nascent Soul and I'm Golden Core, and I can beat him with my bare hands. Are you going to fight for resources or go to war on the battlefield? You need to lay a solid foundation with every step."

Knowing his Master meant well for him, Bing Huan didn't argue further. "Then what should I do now?"

"Precipitate."

"How do I precipitate?"

"Precipitate..."

"...Riddler, get lost and cut!" s(・｀ヘ´・;)ゞ

Diu~~~~

That's right, Bing Huan was thrown out.

After some more time passed, Bing Huan and a large, yellow, squirrel-like creature were lying on the bed. He glanced at the calendar, where September 19th was circled.

"Pika, what do you think she's doing right now?"

"Pikachu?"

After returning from England last time, the palace in his sea of consciousness gave him something new: a round ball, red on top and white on the bottom. He thought it was some kind of mechanical creation, but when he opened it, a moving creature popped out. Oh, and it could also discharge electricity.

"Let's see... around September, she should be starting at Hogwarts." Bing Huan rolled over and continued to bask in the sun. "How long do I have to precipitate in the mountains?"

"Then why don't you find another place to continue precipitating?"

At some unknown time, his Master and Mistress appeared at the window. Zhang Haotian held an envelope in his hand.

"Oh, whose letter is this that requires you to deliver it personally?" "We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!"

Huh?! Me?"

"If you don't want to go, I'll tell Albus to go back."

"Don't! I'll pack my things right away." As he got out of bed, Bing Huan noticed a discrepancy. "Wait, isn't it only the end of June? Why am I going so early?"

"To get used to the life in the Wizarding World in advance. You were a guest before, but from now on, you'll be a part of the Wizarding World. Don't violate the rules you should abide by." With that, he transformed into a stream of light and returned to the main peak.

"Master..."

Liu Yan walked forward, patted her young disciple's head, and comforted him. "There are some things your Master can't say directly due to his position. Take care of yourself outside. You don't need to worry too much about the consequences. The worst-case scenario is just the Wizarding World. Also, you can use the Daoist Sect's account at Gringotts freely."

Bing Huan took the Gringotts identification and a set of keys. "Are these spare keys?"

"No, we have five vaults."

Bing Huan: O_o "Don't we just supply raw materials in the Wizarding World?"

Liu Yan nodded, "That's right, we provide nearly 80% of the raw potion materials in the Wizarding World."

"Then shouldn't that be Medicine King Valley's business?"

"They don't even have enough space to grow their own spirit herbs, they export more finished medicines, like those low-grade pills. Alright, pack your things. Albus wants to introduce you to some friends when we get to England."

Inside the Daoist Sect's reception hall, Yu Zhen was entertaining Dumbledore and his companions.

"Professor McGonagall, I believe this is your first time in Huaxia. I hope it won't feel too strange for you."

Professor McGonagall was a tall, spirited witch dressed in a dark green robe, wearing a pointed hat tilted to one side. She took the tea brewed by Yu Zhen and said with a smile, "The Daoist Sect has a completely different style from Hogwarts, but undoubtedly, your sect's management model and teaching philosophy are very complete and excellent. I can also see that you and Headmaster Hao Tian have truly poured your hearts into the sect."

"You flatter me. If the children are willing to trust us and come to the Daoist Sect to study, we naturally must live up to their trust. This is as it should be." Facing Professor McGonagall's affirmation, Yu Zhen simply smiled slightly and poured tea for Dumbledore as well.

Dumbledore chuckled, "You are too modest, Yu Zhen. Professor McGonagall is very strict, and precisely because of that, she never skimps on her praise for excellent children. Sometimes I truly envy your Master. If I had a disciple like you, what would I have to worry about in retirement?"

"If you praise me any further, Senior, my tail will be in the sky. Master and Mistress treated me as their own since childhood. Now that I've grown up, it's only right that I share some of the burden for my elders. We also look forward to further cooperation with Hogwarts." With that, he raised his tea as a toast and bowed to the two professors.

"Speaking of which, Little Huan should be arriving soon, right?" Dumbledore asked, checking the time. Professor McGonagall took a sip of tea. With Yu Zhen's exceptional presence, she was now very much looking forward to this student who would be enrolling early, and she kept glancing at the door. "Will he be a miniature version of Yu Zhen?"

"Cough~cough... cough cough." x2

"What's wrong, you two?"

Yu Zhen put down his teacup. "Nothing, nothing. It's just that everyone has their own path, there's no need to be the same. Like my junior brother, he's much more lively than I am. For the next few years, I hope you two seniors... will be understanding."

Professor McGonagall waved her hand, unconcerned. "Children, it's good to be a bit lively. With a senior brother like you, how outrageous can he be?"

"Ha... ha... ha... ha." Yu Zhen could only force a laugh in response, using tea to cover his embarrassment. He prayed inwardly that his junior brother would see his message and not pull any earth-shattering entrance stunts again.

But unfortunately, his prayers today seemed unlikely to be answered.

Outside the door, Bing Huan, who thought only Dumbledore was there, kicked the door open. "Senior Brother, Old Deng, I've arrived!"

"Pika!"

McGonagall: (ꐦಠ ಠ)!

Yu Zhen: "..."

Dumbledore: "It's over."

Half an hour later, Bing Huan and Pikachu, who had been kneeling on the ground listening to Professor McGonagall's lecture, obediently sat at the table. Yu Zhen quietly leaned in, "Why did you just barge in like that? Didn't I send you a message?"

"Don't mention it. I got too excited just now and threw my communicator out. It's still in my storage ring automatically repairing itself."

"..."

Dumbledore stood up and summoned Fawkes from nearby. "Then we shall depart." With a flash of fire, the three people and one bird disappeared from their spot. Yu Zhen looked in the direction of Hogwarts. "Junior Brother, take care."

The next moment, Hogwarts' Headmaster's Office and the portraits of past headmasters welcomed their little guest from the East. Bing Huan had only met Dumbledore outside before; this was his first time inside. After looking around, Bing Huan looked at Dumbledore. "Old Deng..."

"Ahem!" (Cat warning)

"...Headmaster, which class am I being placed in?" (Obediently)

Dumbledore drank some black tea. "You don't need to be placed in a class yet. Adapt for a few days, then you'll enroll with this year's new students."

Bing Huan: (‧_‧?) "Me? First year?"