A New Interesting Direction

Lin Yuan watched Professor McGonagall lead Harry away, understanding dawning in his heart.

"The script is proceeding smoothly. The Savior is about to join the Quidditch team and begin his legendary journey."

However, Lin Yuan knew this play wasn't over yet.

Because the biggest variable outside of this "script," he, was still standing on the field.

As expected, after seeing Harry "taken away," Malfoy's face once again showed a smug smile.

He felt like he had won a round.

His gaze swept across the worried faces of the Gryffindor students, finally landing on Lin Yuan, who had remained as calm as an outsider from beginning to end.

He had humiliated Longbottom, provoked Potter, and now he was going to aim at this Eastern kid who had stolen his thunder in such a bizarre way.

"Hey, you Eastern kid over there!" Malfoy shouted in an extremely arrogant tone. "Isn't your 'Soup making' skill very impressive? What, in flying class, you can only stand on the ground and pretend? Or do all you Eastern people only walk on two legs?"

His words drew a harsh burst of laughter from the Slytherins.

Ron, Seamus, and the others were so angry they wanted to rush forward to argue, but Hermione held them back firmly.

Lin Yuan slowly raised his head, his gaze calmly falling on Malfoy, who was hovering in mid-air.

He knew this was his chance.

A chance to establish his authority over Malfoy.

He didn't speak, merely patted the docile broomstick beside him gently.

Then, he mounted it.

He didn't push off the ground; it was just a thought.

"Hum--"

A barely audible sound, like a plucked string.

Lin Yuan and his broomstick, in a manner completely defying physics, rose vertically and steadily from the ground.

There was no acceleration, no whistling wind.

He simply rose, as if lifted by an invisible hand, to the same height as Malfoy.

His black robes didn't even flutter in the air, as if the wind itself made way for him.

Malfoy's smile froze on his face.

On the ground, all the laughter and chatter instantly vanished.

The entire training ground fell into dead silence.

"You..." Malfoy stammered, unable to speak as he looked at the Easterner before him, whose expression was indifferent and whose eyes were so calm they made him's skin crawl.

Lin Yuan ignored his astonishment.

He just wanted to test it.

To test how far he could go by using his vast Divine Soul to control this crude "Magic Artifact."

So, he moved.

"Swoosh!"

His figure vanished from the spot.

The next instant, he appeared behind Malfoy, less than three inches from the back of his head.

Malfoy's hair stood on end. He spun around sharply, only to see an empty sky.

"Pat."

A hand gently patted his left shoulder.

He looked to his left in terror; no one was there.

"Pat."

His right shoulder was patted again.

Like a puppet who had seen a ghost, he stiffly turned to the right, still seeing nothing.

"Looking for me?"

Lin Yuan's voice came calmly from directly in front of him.

Malfoy looked up sharply, seeing Lin Yuan hovering before him, hands behind his back, his expression indifferent, as if the ghost-like movement just now was merely a casual turn while strolling.

"Monster... you're a monster!" Malfoy's face turned as pale as paper, his voice filled with fear.

He no longer cared about provocation or dignity. He turned his broom and tried to flee back to the ground.

However, Lin Yuan just smiled slightly.

He extended his right hand forward, towards Malfoy, and gently clenched his fingers.

"Hum!"

Malfoy's "Comet 260," which was accelerating away, suddenly stopped in mid-air as if its throat had been grasped by an invisible hand. No matter how Malfoy urged it on, it wouldn't budge.

"Divine Soul Interference... Telekinesis. It seems effective on this world's 'Magic Artifacts' which have simple formations attached," Lin Yuan concluded internally.

He released his hand, and Malfoy's broom was free once more.

Then, Lin Yuan's figure transformed into a black thread, too fast for the eye to follow, and began a one-sided, crushing aerial performance around the still-shaken Malfoy.

In the air, he executed maneuvers that the children below had only seen during the Quidditch World Cup, actions only the most elite Quidditch athletes could perform.

A right-angle turn, without the slightest reduction in speed.

An inverted flight, his robes remaining perpendicular to himself, not the ground.

In the air, he performed a 360-degree, gyroscope-like high-speed rotation with the broom's tail as the center, yet he himself remained rock-steady.

He even let go of his hands, slowly stood up on the broom, and "walked" two steps in the air as if on solid ground.

Finally, he transformed into a black light shooting straight up into the sky, becoming an almost invisible black dot, only to, in the next second, descend vertically like a black meteor.

Just as everyone thought he was about to crash into the ground and let out screams of terror, he came to an instantaneous halt at an unbelievable angle, just a foot above the lawn.

Then, he lightly landed back on the ground.

The broom, like a loyal servant that had completed its mission, automatically detached from his feet and stood obediently beside him.

The entire training ground fell silent.

Everyone looked as if they had been turned to stone by Medusa's gaze.

The arrogance and mockery on the Slytherins' faces had long been replaced by fear and awe.

Malfoy, even more so, slumped on his broom, trembling like a lizard that had been toyed with by a dragon.

The Gryffindors looked at Lin Yuan as if he were a deity.

Ron's mouth hung open, and Hermione's eyes sparkled with a mixture of worship, confusion, and fervor.

Madam Hooch had returned at some point. She stood at the edge of the field, still holding the potion bottle for Neville's treatment, but her gaze was fixed intently on Lin Yuan.

Her hawk-like eyes were filled with a shock and bewilderment she had never experienced in her life.

She had seen geniuses, she had seen kings of Quidditch.

But she had never seen... this kind of flying.

It wasn't skill, it wasn't talent.

It was... absolute dominion over the sky!

Lin Yuan ignored everyone's gazes, merely making a calm summary in his heart:

"Although the flying magic artifacts in this world are crude, they have the advantage of direct feedback to the Divine Soul. By controlling them, one can more intuitively feel the shallow veins of this world's 'Law of Wind' and 'Law of Space'. For me, it is a good object for 'Enlightenment'."

He raised his head and looked at the sky, which seemed to have become even higher and more distant because of his flight.

His path of seeking the Dao had gained another interesting direction.