Academy Life Before School Starts

In the following days, Bing Huan began to make himself known to the various professors. For instance, he was caught and dragged out of Professor Snape's advanced Potions class for older students, and kicked out of Madam Hooch's class for flying his Sword Flight. Of course, he also got along well with some. Professor Sprout, for example, was very fond of the Chinese herbs, and Professor Bin was very interested in Huaxia's thousand-year history.

As for Professor Flitwick, since his wand wasn't finished yet, he hadn't made much of an appearance. However, Pikachu seemed to really enjoy learning from him. Now, whenever he couldn't be found, he was surely learning spells with the professor. Many older students already recognized Pikachu.

Occasionally, Bing Huan would also join the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw tables. He gradually became familiar with Cedric while lounging on the grass in the former's case. The latter, the little scholars, were more interested in Pikachu and knowledge about Huaxia. As for Slytherin House, those whose families were in the potion business had some understanding of Huaxia and would occasionally chat with him.

One day, Bing Huan was watching the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff teams train at the Quidditch pitch. They were in the middle of a heated match when a group in green robes walked in. It was Slytherin, who had come to train with Professor Snape's permission.

During the subsequent training, the Slytherins occasionally sent Bludgers and Quaffles their way. Each time, the person responsible would raise their hands high, sneer, and claim it was an accident. After repeated incidents, tempers flared between the two houses. However, the House Cup was to be awarded soon, and they couldn't afford to start trouble now.

Marcus, however, wasn't willing to let it go. This time, he directly ordered his men to target the three girls on the field. Wood and Draco Malfoy quickly flew over to block for them, and the last Bludger was cut in half by Bing Huan's Sword Flight.

The tip of Crimson Trail's blade pointed directly at Slytherin. "If you can't control your own hands, I'll chop them off for you. The professor can't deduct points from me now. Now—get out."

After they left, the Twins rushed over, throwing their arms around Bing Huan from either side. "That was so cool, bro! You absolutely have to join Gryffindor in September. With you, we'll definitely win the Quidditch Cup."

"Then why can't you join our Hufflepuff?" Cedric, who had just calmed down the players, also walked over. "Huan, thank you for what you did just now."

Bing Huan gave a wry smile. "You guys should just let me off the hook. I'm afraid I might get carried away and use Sword Flight again. Madam Hooch warned that if she catches me one more time, she'll throw me out, sword and all..."

"Hahahahahahaha!"

Amidst the laughter, one young man noticed a detail. Wood walked up. "Huan, can you show us Sword Flight again?"

"What's wrong?"

"I observed that when you use Sword Flight, you don't try to merge with your magical broom as much as we do. Instead, you remain relatively independent, letting the flying sword carry you," Wood said, stroking his chin as if he had discovered a whole new path in Quidditch.

Bing Huan exclaimed, "Good heavens, you're amazing! No wonder they say nothing can stop you from practicing Quidditch, not even a falling melon." "It's because cultivators often have to fight while using Sword Flight, so they pay more attention to basic balance. If you want to learn, come to the lakeside tomorrow, and I can teach you."

The next day, Bing Huan prepared several bamboo poles and bath towels, asking them to stand on the poles floating on the water. He then required them to perform other tasks with their hands while maintaining balance once they became proficient. Finally, Bing Huan would strike the water's surface to create artificial waves.

After a week of training, Wood and Draco Malfoy were already attempting the final step, while the Twins and others could stably achieve the second step. It was a pity, though, that they still missed out on the House Cup this semester. Before leaving school, they all came to bid farewell to Bing Huan and invited him to visit their homes during the holidays.

The campus became quiet again, with most of the teachers gone. Those with nothing to do could only go to Hagrid's hut to preview their first-year lessons. Hagrid also liked Bing Huan and Pikachu, who often followed him around. He always had a soft spot for magical creatures. However, Pikachu disagreed with Hagrid's assertion that he was as cute as Fluffy.

That afternoon, Bing Huan and Professor McGonagall visited Ollivander's Wand Shop again. Ollivander looked more haggard than before, but the excitement in his eyes was undeniable. "Oh, you're here. I'm sorry to have kept you waiting, child. This is truly the most magical experience in my wand-making history. Look!"

Ollivander presented two similar wands. "These two wands are like a perfect couple, attracted to each other, complementing each other. And I can clearly feel their emotions. Here." He handed the wand on the left to Bing Huan.

The moment the wand entered his hand, Bing Huan's vision flashed, as if he had returned to the back mountain of the Daoist Sect, to the pair of Phoenixes on the Phoenix Trees. "We meet again, child."

The next moment, his consciousness returned to his body. Ollivander looked at him with satisfaction, muttering "perfect" repeatedly. Bing Huan looked at the other wand. "Grandpa Ollivander, why is there another wand?"

Ollivander snapped back to attention. "This is the other marvel. I originally intended to combine the two tail feathers into one core, but they didn't seem to want that. And you gave enough for the Phoenix Trees, so I made two. This one has a Phoenix Feather core, and the one in your hand has a Phoenix Feather core."

"You mean I have two wands?!"

"I'm sorry, child, this Phoenix Feather wand is very close to you, but she doesn't want to leave with you." Ollivander smiled apologetically. After all, it was her material, but he didn't want to go against the wand's wishes.

For some reason, a figure appeared in Bing Huan's mind. He waved his hand. "Then let her wait here for the right person." He stepped forward and paid the double custom fee, and also gave Ollivander a bottle of nourishing pills. Of course, he only made Ollivander accept it by threatening to never come to him for wand maintenance again.

As they walked out, Professor McGonagall said to Bing Huan, "Child, you go browse Diagon Alley first. I still need to pick up a Muggle-born witch to buy things. We'll meet on the second floor of the bookstore when I'm done, okay?"

"Okay, you go ahead. I'll wait for you at the bookstore."

Two hours later, Professor McGonagall entered the bookstore with a couple and a little girl with fluffy chestnut hair. Bing Huan, on the second floor, froze. He felt it carefully. It was his protective amulet!

He looked out the window. Professor McGonagall had already led the three away. Yes, that's the same messy hair. He secretly slipped into the wand shop. After receiving Ollivander's confirmation, Bing Huan didn't know how he floated back to the bookstore. When Professor McGonagall returned, he was still muttering, "She's really here."

After returning, Bing Huan quickly adjusted his mood and resumed his spell practice. He couldn't be surpassed by someone younger than him.

But as he practiced, he encountered another problem. He found that casting spells was very strenuous, especially compared to Pikachu. He often had to spend three times as much magical power as Pikachu to achieve the same effect. Bing Huan, facing difficulties, knocked on Professor McGonagall's door next door.

Professor McGonagall asked Bing Huan to demonstrate his spellcasting. The incantation and movements were standard. She stepped forward to check his body. The flow of magic was smooth. Unsure, Professor McGonagall took Bing Huan to see Principal Dumbledore.

After going through the same process again, Dumbledore looked at Bing Huan. "Child, first of all, there are no problems with your studies or your body. However, you have developed an anomaly, which means there must be something different about you. Go back and think about it. Come find me when you've figured it out."

"Before that, I'd like to ask you, what is a spell, what is the effect of wands on spellcasting, and what is the essence of spellcasting?"

Dumbledore's eyebrows shot up. He didn't expect the young man to have grasped the key point so quickly. "Magic, in essence, is the resonance between spiritual power and magical power to achieve the effects we envision. Wands are like stabilizers and amplifiers in the Muggle world. Spells assist your spiritual power and magical power in resonating, allowing you to reach the frequency and fluctuations of the spell you want to cast more quickly.

This is also why those like myself and Gellert can cast spells silently and even without wands after sufficient practice. Of course, Professor McGonagall can also cast spells silently with ease. I imagine she'll reach the realm of wandless casting soon too."

Professor McGonagall smiled noncommittally. "I still have a lot to learn, Professor."

Bing Huan seemed to have thought of something, but couldn't quite grasp it. He bid farewell to the two professors and returned to his room to continue thinking.

The next day, Bing Huan walked around while thinking, and unknowingly wandered to the edge of the Forbidden Forest. Hagrid stopped him in time. "Huan!"

"Holy crap!"

Hagrid walked over. "What are you thinking about so intently?"

Bing Huan looked at Hagrid. "I'm thinking about spells. I've been practicing recently... Wait a minute, Hagrid, what did I just say?"

"I'm thinking about spells."

"No, the sentence before that!"

"It seems to be 'Holy crap.' You said that's a Huaxia phrase with many uses," Hagrid replied, scratching his head.

"Yes! That's it, I know. Hagrid, thank you!" With that, Bing Huan disappeared.

Hagrid (ο´･д･)? "Did Little Huan become a ghost?"

The next moment, a crest in the Headmaster's office lit up. This was a secret technique called Flying Thunder God, which he had obtained from the Sea of Consciousness Palace. As long as he could sense the mark and had enough energy, he could instantly teleport to the marked location. It was very useful for fighting multiple opponents and short-distance travel.

Dumbledore looked at the suddenly appearing young man. "You have an answer so quickly?"