Why Are They All Riddlers?

"Shut up, you conjurer, you little liar." Seemingly finding the harmless-looking teenager easier to deal with, Dursley's attitude became much harsher, and he tried to force the barrel of the gun straight with his other hand.

Seeing his face turn red from the effort, Bing Huan cut off the crooked barrel with a knife. "There, it's straight now." Clearly, for ordinary people who didn't understand, the deterrent of a blade was more effective.

Ignoring Dursley, who was trying his best to force a smile, Bing Huan signaled for the two to get ready to leave, using the Flying Thunder God to take them to the Daoist Sect's stronghold near the Leaky Cauldron.

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Inside the room, Bing Huan handed over a bracelet. "This is a storage bracelet I refined myself. It's not big, only two or three cubic meters, enough to store your things. Happy birthday, Harry."

"Pika Pika!" Harry was still playing with the bracelet when he felt something tugging at his clothes. He looked down and saw a large yellow mouse holding a necklace with a red jewel in its small paws.

"His name is Pikachu, and he's my friend." Pikachu held the necklace up a little higher and patted his chest, signaling Harry to put it on. He'd look out for Harry at Hogwarts from now on, and if Harry couldn't win, he'd help him.

Looking at the person, the creature, and Hagrid, who had just returned, Harry couldn't help but shed tears. "Thank you, this is the best birthday I've ever had."

Hagrid patted Harry's head. "After all, boys can't always celebrate their eleventh birthday."

"Pika!"

Bing Huan: "Pikachu said it well."

After dawn, the two took Harry to Diagon Alley to shop. While getting measured for clothes, they encountered a blonde new student who kept issuing challenges to Harry, who was "far away." Later, Hagrid went to buy Harry a birthday present, and Bing Huan accompanied Harry to buy a wand.

"Old man, I'm back again~"

Ollivander, peering down from his ladder, said, "I've been wondering when I'd see you, Mr. Potter.

Your parents bought their very first wands from me, it feels like just yesterday. Here, Redwood Unicorn Hair 12 1/3 inches, quite springy. Give it a wave."

The drawers of the nearby cabinets all popped open. "Looks like it's not right..." Before long, the counter was covered in wands Harry had tried, and the shop was a mess.

"You're quite a handful, aren't you?" Bing Huan stepped forward and teased.

Harry looked at Bing Huan and asked, "Is it my fault? Huan."

Ollivander walked out with a wand. "No, child, it's the wand that chooses the wizard. If anything, the pickiest person is right beside you. Back then, we tried every wand in the shop and still couldn't find the right one."

Harry took the wand, Holly Phoenix Feather 11 inches, and an instant halo seemed to descend upon his head. Bing Huan thought, Was I like this too?

"No, you were even more exaggerated. I almost thought you were going to turn into a phoenix and fly away. Miss Granger too."

Bing Huan: O_O???

Harry received his first wand and also learned that the owner of the wand's twin was Voldemort, the one who left him his scar. Hagrid outside knocked on the window, carrying a snowy owl as a gift for Harry.

Harry decided to name her "Hedwig." At the dinner table, Bing Huan received a reply from the Twins. The letter expressed their longing for the invisibility charm more than once. Yes, Bing Huan called his owl "Old Leng."

After arranging to see Harry again at the start of the term, Hagrid took him back to Privet Drive. Bing Huan then went to Dumbledore's office. Dumbledore had instructed him that tonight he would be taken to visit a magical creatures expert.

In the evening, Dumbledore brought Bing Huan to the front of a house in Dorset.

"Did you pick up Harry?"

"Everything that needed to be bought has been bought, and I've politely greeted the Dursleys. By the way, who is this expert that you had to personally escort me?"

"Newt Scamander, my student. Rather than escorting you, it's more like you're helping me. After all, I've troubled Newt quite a bit before, so his wife isn't too fond of me," Dumbledore said, taking a sip of his tea from a thermos.

Bing Huan: (￢‸￢) ?

"His wife isn't happy about it. Did you send your student to seduce him?"

"I just had him go and confront someone for me."

"With whom?"

"Gellert."

"Oh~ Then you deserve it."

Dumbledore continued, "You know the specific situation; I can't make a move against Gellert, and it's the extreme pure-bloods who are truly evil. So, can you ring the doorbell now?"

"You still can't change from having your students handle things, Professor?" The door was opened by a kind old woman with a strong voice. The traces of age on her were much less than on others her age.

"Hello, Grandma Tina!" Bing Huan knew he needed to be a good boy at this moment. Tina crouched down and hugged him. "I've been waiting a long time for you to call me Grandma, Huan. Come in quickly, don't catch a chill."

Bing Huan, being led inside: (･_･?) Aren't they a bit too familiar?

Once inside, a lively old man was looking at him with excitement. Bing Huan turned to Tina. "Is he so eager for me to call him Grandpa?" Tina smiled and patted Bing Huan's head. "He specifically woke up early today, waiting for you."

Bing Huan had never met an elder who liked being an elder so much, but calling him that didn't seem to be a problem (maybe?).

"Newt... Grandpa?"

"Ah, my good child!"

For some reason, Bing Huan felt like he had been taken advantage of. He frowned and looked at the adults. "Why do I feel like you all knew me a long time ago and were just waiting for me to call you that?"

Tina brought out a plate of fruit. "We have indeed met before."

"Is that so? Why don't I remember?" Bing Huan pondered for a moment, but he truly had no memory of it.

Seemingly sensing Bing Huan's confusion, Newt comforted him, "It's okay, you'll remember from now on."

Bing Huan: (ー`´ー) Thanks, that was great comfort. Don't comfort me next time.

For the next ten days, Bing Huan would follow Newt to learn about various magical creatures, including Nifflers, Bowtruckles, Occamies, and even the Zouwu from Huaxia.

And for some reason, this Zouwu really liked Bing Huan. It was fully mature, over a hundred years old, yet it still enjoyed playing like a young beast. The Niffler was even more inclined to go after the gems on Bing Huan's storage ring, and the Bowtruckle was very fond of Bing Huan's wand.

For the next period of time, Bing Huan, the magical creatures, and the Newt couple all got along very happily. Fawkes appeared on the window, and none of them even reacted before ten days had passed. Before leaving, Tina took out a scarf she had knitted herself (without using magic). Pikachu also received one.

She personally tied the scarf around the child's neck and said, "You can come back anytime you want. Of course, it would be even better if you could bring your little girlfriend next time."

"Where would I get such a thing? Besides, I'm only thirteen, no rush, no rush."

"Is that so? Then don't come back in a couple of years with a different story. Alright, you should go now. Take care, child."

"Take... take care." Yes, apart from the first day when he was a bit excited, Newt was still his usual slightly socially anxious self the rest of the time.

"Okay, Grandma Tina, Grandpa Newt, goodbye. Remember to take the elixirs I gave you." He turned and grabbed Fawkes, disappearing in a flash of fire.

After a squeezing sensation similar to Apparition, Bing Huan arrived at an old cottage. Fawkes handed him a letter and then disappeared.

"Huan, I trust you've been well at the Newts'. For the next few days, you'll be learning more alchemy knowledge with my old friend, Nicolas Flamel. He is currently the only alchemist master who has definitively created and possessed the Philosopher's Stone.

I will have Fawkes pick you up in ten days. Your last old friend will be waiting for you at Hogwarts.

Sincerely, Old Dumbledore."

"You're even cuter than I imagined."

Turning around, a tall and thin old man was smiling at him. He was paler than the average Caucasian, but not in a sickly way. His eyes were very kind, much like seeing a junior who had been away from home for a long time.

"Mr. Nicolas?"

Nicolas Flamel smiled, stepped forward, and hugged Bing Huan. "Don't be so formal, child. Just call me Grandpa Nicolas."

Bing Huan nodded in agreement and gently returned the hug. Joking aside, this is a man over six hundred years old, and he hasn't even cultivated immortality yet. I wouldn't dare hug him too tightly.

Sensing Bing Huan's caution, Nicolas chuckled. "Don't worry, child. Besides the elixir of life, I've also been taking Chinese elixirs to maintain my health. I'm still quite robust."

Upon hearing this, Bing Huan examined Nicolas Flamel's body. His bone age was indeed over six hundred, but he didn't seem much worse off than someone in their sixties or seventies. "It's true! Are these elixirs from Medicine King Valley?"

"No, a young fellow from the Daoist Sect told me about them," Nicolas Flamel said, looking meaningfully at Bing Huan.

A strange feeling welled up again. "Grandpa Nicolas, have you met me before?" Nicolas Flamel waved his hand, and the two of them arrived in a library with an alchemy table.

"Child, time is a mischievous thing. Even in my past and your future, we might meet. The important thing is how we live our lives from now on. Alright, although we have ten days, it's not much time for alchemy. Let's begin."

Perhaps because he was fully immersed in his studies, the ten days passed quickly. Before returning to Hogwarts, Nicolas Flamel specifically stopped Bing Huan and said something. Before Bing Huan could understand it, he sealed it away, to be unsealed at some point in the future.

It was already late at night when he returned to Hogwarts. Dumbledore told Bing Huan to rest first. Bing Huan lay in bed, his mind replaying the words of Tina, Newt, and Nicolas Flamel.

Frustrated, Bing Huan sat up. "What the heck? Are they sick?!"