Setting Off, Picking Up Harry!

Because I experimented in the abandoned classroom for a long time before coming here, Bing Huan, who was a bit tired, sprawled on the sofa. "Ah, the reason I consume more energy for the same spell is that I'm not a native English speaker. It's like how I'm talking to you now; your English enters my brain through my ears, then I convert it to Chinese, think of a Chinese reply, and then convert it back to English to speak.

I don't directly understand English. Similarly, when casting spells, I convert the English incantations into Chinese to resonate with magic, and then translate them back into English incantations to speak. This ultimately results in high costs and low efficiency. It's too difficult~"

Dumbledore took a sip of lemonade. "Since you've found the reason, just work on improving it. What's there to be sad about?" The headmaster, frowning from the sourness, poured Bing Huan a glass as well.

"I did consider casting spells in Chinese, but... spells like 'Immobulus' could indeed save some energy. However, some spells become too awkward after translation and lose their effect. If they have too much of an English flavor after translation, my brain takes extra detours, and the consumption actually increases. Hiss~ Aren't you fond of sweets, Dumbledore? Why is this so sour?" The boy's eyebrows were almost fused into one.

"Oh? You think so too? It seems I truly forgot to add sugar."

Bing Huan:...(╯‵□′)╯╧╧

Dumbledore replaced their lemonades with black tea and leaned close to Bing Huan's head, tapping it. "Actually, you've already found the right direction. Why not be a bit bolder and create your own unique set of spells? Of course, this might be even harder than becoming a native English speaker. It requires a certain level of knowledge and understanding of the magic you intend to create spells for, like this."

Dumbledore picked up a piece of paper and recited, "Wingardium Leviosa," but the paper didn't float up; instead, it accelerated and fell onto the table. "Like this, a spell that has nothing to do with the magic, yet is unaffected, is also a sign of proficiency." Bing Huan took out his wand, pondered for a moment, and looked at the Pikachu beside him. "Accio!"

The wand in Pikachu's small hand clattered to the ground. "Pika pi?!"

Bing Huan stared excitedly at his wand. "It worked!"

"Pika!" Pikachu picked up the wand, signaling that he wouldn't let Bing Huan get his way so easily again. Bing Huan channeled his magic. "Drop the darn thing!" This time, the wand flew directly next to the Sorting Hat.

"Bravo, bravo," Dumbledore applauded, casually taking the wand from Pikachu. "This is a good start, Xiao Huan. However, I must remind you that before you fully understand the incantations, it's better to use the more strenuous method. This is also for your safety.

Additionally, in future daily lessons, unless absolutely necessary, keep your special spells as a trump card. Most young wizards need to learn the conventional knowledge from textbooks. If you have any ideas, you can ask Professor Flitwick more often. He's not only the Charms professor but also the champion of the Dueling Club."

Bing Huan picked up Pikachu, preparing to return to his dormitory to continue thinking about spells. He was called back just as he was leaving. "One more thing."

"What is it, old Deng?" (?˙▽˙?)

"Let me see... Today is the 28th. The night after tomorrow, you'll go with Hagrid to pick up a new student. His adoptive relatives are preventing him from coming to Hogwarts," Dumbledore said to Bing Huan, squinting at the calendar.

More questions filled his little head. "Why? They don't believe in wizards?"

"On the contrary, they might be the most believing Muggles in wizards, though not with a good impression." Dumbledore told Bing Huan the story of Harry's family, Snape, and Voldemort. The immense amount of information overwhelmed Bing Huan's thirteen-year-old CPU, nearly frying it. As for the Pikachu in Bing Huan's arms, it had already spun itself dizzy.

He opened his mouth, unsure what to say. "This is too advanced. I haven't even dated anyone, and you're asking me to accept such a complex relationship. Speaking of which, Professor Snape is usually so aloof; I wouldn't have thought he was so devoted (not really) and so deeply in love."

"Sigh, that day he didn't even have time to help Lily with her funeral arrangements and say a proper goodbye before he had to return to Voldemort's side as a spy. He's had it tough all these years."

"...Old Deng, you're not thinking of helping him find a partner, are you?!"

Dumbledore: (･_･?)

"I mean, Severus always felt that he didn't arrive in time to save Lily. He's visited Harry often over the years, but he doesn't know how to face him.

Plus, he's still acting as a spy for us. With his temper, he'll definitely push Harry away to protect him. I hope you can mediate between them and help them reconcile at the appropriate time."

Bing Huan: (°Д°;) "This is worse than asking me to find him a partner! The grudges of generations are not something I can get involved in. At most, I can help you look after Harry and prevent them from fighting."

"Deal!"

＞:-(

Alright, I've been tricked again. (chao!)

Although he didn't open his mouth, Dumbledore could probably sense... that this kid was cursing quite vulgarly. Bing Huan, finding that his glare attack was ineffective against the old fox, grumbled and headed back.

Two days later~

Bing Huan sat on a flying sword, while Hagrid rode his magical motorcycle. Hagrid handed Bing Huan a cake and an acceptance letter. "Xiao Huan, you hold onto this. It might get crushed in my pocket."

"Happy Birthday, Harry. It's Harry's birthday today?! And... besides Harry's name, none of the others are spelled correctly."

"Yeah, and I bet that family definitely won't celebrate Harry's birthday. I'm afraid Harry won't even know it's his birthday, poor child," Hagrid replied in his deep voice as he rode the motorcycle.

"Why didn't Old Deng tell me? I don't even have a gift." He checked his storage ring, but there seemed to be nothing suitable as a gift. The only protective amulet he had was already given away.

"It's okay, I didn't buy anything either. When we get to Diagon Alley, I plan to buy him an owl."

On a stormy night, in front of a small hut on a deserted island. Two figures stood there. "Wow, they really went out of their way to hide that far."

Inside, a small boy with glasses lay on the floor, drawing a birthday cake for himself with his finger. Watching the clock strike midnight on his cousin's watch, he blew out the candle drawn on the floor. "Happy birthday, Harry. Make a wish."

"Bang!"

The wooden door was heavily impacted, and faint conversations could be heard from outside.

"Hagrid, you're not imposing enough. Watch this, Grandpa's opening! (Alohomora!)"

"Your lock-picking has even less presence."

"You wouldn't understand. I'm doing this to ensure I can kick it open. Otherwise, failing to show off would be too embarrassing."

The next second, the shaking wooden door completely gave way.

"Harry! I've finally arrived!!"

Harry:!

The Dursley family:!

Hagrid: (⌬̀⌄⌬́) Learned something new!

Dursley stared at Bing Huan, who kicked open the door, and Hagrid, who squeezed in right after. Raising his shotgun, he sternly shouted, "Get out of my house immediately! You're trespassing."

Hagrid stepped forward, bent the shotgun barrel with one hand, and growled, "Shut up! Dursley, you old scoundrel." He then put on a smile and walked up to Harry.

"You were just a baby the last time I saw you. You've grown so much in the blink of an eye, Harry. Oh, right, Little Huan, take that out. I made the cake, and this little guy helped me fix the writing on it."

Harry excitedly took the cake Hagrid made and the acceptance letter. This was the first birthday present he had ever received! Hagrid sat on the sofa, took out his small red umbrella, and lit a bonfire.

Harry put down the cake and began to ask about their origins. "My name is Rubeus Hagrid, Keeper of Keys and Grounds at Hogwarts, and gamekeeper. This guy is Bing Huan, and he'll be starting at Hogwarts the same year as you. Of course, you already know about Hogwarts, right?"

Little Harry shook his head. "I'm sorry, I... don't know."

"You don't know? Harry, don't you want to know where your parents learned? You're a wizard, and a very good one, with just a little guidance."

"Didn't my parents die in a car crash?"

Bing Huan tilted his head back and glanced at the Dursley family. "It seems you hate magic even more than I imagined."

Harry was reading his acceptance letter when Dursley angrily rushed over. "Don't even think about it! The day we adopted him, we swore we'd have nothing to do with those freaks!"

"You knew all along, why didn't you tell me?"

Petunia crossed her arms and walked over. "Of course, we knew. My perfect sister, who made our parents proud, was a freak. She met another freak, Potter, and had you, just like them. Then she blew herself up, and we were forced to take you in."

Hagrid angrily pointed his small red umbrella at them. "You are insulting and slandering James and Lily!"

Dursley said with feigned ferocity, "I'm not spending money to have some old lunatic teach him card tricks."

The next moment, the small red umbrella was pressed against his forehead. "Don't you dare insult Albus Dumbledore in front of me."

"Alright, Hagrid," Bing Huan stepped forward and pressed Hagrid's wand down. He looked at the Dursley family. "I know about your situation, and I understand your actions, but I don't agree with them. Harry shouldn't have been treated like this, no matter what."