Breeze's Worries

"Why are you back!" Faner was a little excited, but upon seeing the suitcase in Brie's hand and his pale face, he asked with concern, "What happened?"

The red in Brie's pupils had vanished, and the silver-white at his temples had receded back to black. Yet, his eyes now held a look of helplessness.

"It's nothing, Faner. I need to rest now."

"Oh, of course, no, I mean there's nothing here."

"I can sleep on books, use clothes as padding. Just for tonight. I'll figure something out tomorrow."

Brie's Transfiguration wasn't that advanced yet; he couldn't turn clothes into blankets. Moreover, he didn't dare to use the natural magic within him that was still reluctantly clinging to him, unwilling to be hidden away by Brie again.

Using books from the second floor to lay out a bed, Brie opened his suitcase and tossed his clothes onto them. He took out his now unusable satchel and scattered diary pages, then quietly put them away.

"I will always be myself. No one can try to change me, including you, An Qing. I fear your memories."

An Qing's memories contained no magic, nor anything peculiar. Instead, they held world conflicts and firearms. The immense power of firearms filled Brie with dread, especially after he became a wizard, because he understood that wizards and Muggles were different, or at least, that's what wizards and Muggles alike believed.

Brie hated An Qing, yet he was also grateful to him. These feelings weren't contradictory, especially today.

"Let's just coexist peacefully. This is my biggest concession. I don't want to disappear from this world. I belong here..." Brie's voice grew softer. Lying on the hard clothes, he soon fell asleep.

Seeing Brie's exhausted and fragile appearance, Faner slowly leaned down beside Brie's hand, hoping his own body heat could bring Brie some comfort.

What Brie didn't know was that significant changes were occurring within him. The most apparent was the increasing amount of natural power emanating from An Qing's memories, or perhaps not just from the light clusters of memories, continuously nourishing Brie's body. The light spheres also completely isolated these powers, as if selflessly gifting them to Brie.

Meanwhile, in the Slytherin common room, some unimportant little snakes had already been sent back to their dormitories with strict orders to keep quiet.

No matter what, this was Slytherin's own business. It absolutely could not be known by other houses, or even Slytherin's Head of House, Snape. The previous incident with the dung bomb was embarrassing enough. If their Head of House hadn't forcefully suppressed it, and after gaining the Headmaster Dumbledore's approval, they hadn't issued strict orders that anyone found participating or discussing it would be immediately expelled or confined, the other houses would have been mocking them at Slytherin's doorstep long ago.

And now, this matter was an internal conflict within Slytherin. No one had expected things to escalate to this point. Although the few who were seriously injured had been saved with precious potions, they still needed to cover things up for a few days.

If Snape found out, all of them, the Prefects, would be finished. This was not what they wanted.

Malfoy sat on the now tidied sofa, silent. After all, first-years had no Prefects, and he was only there to observe. However, he hadn't expected that so many older students couldn't stop Breeze Order and were instead taught a lesson.

Indeed, those red eyes were problematic, but could they possess such immense power?

Malfoy looked at the male Prefect in his sixth year. The Prefect had recovered by now. The Shattering Curse Brie had cast on him wasn't that strong, but the Prefect couldn't be considered completely useless.

However, this had nothing to do with Malfoy. He hadn't participated at all and had even warned everyone beforehand.

"I think this matter should end here. For now, let's observe Breeze Order's attitude."

As expected, after displaying his strength, Brie had successfully earned Slytherin's "recognition," and they now needed to observe his attitude before acting.

"Of course, we can't let him look down on Slytherin either." This was a seventh-year Prefect, but he hadn't been present at the time. He arrived after the incident and saw the common room turned into a post-battle battlefield.

The seventh-year student's sharp gaze swept over those who hadn't intervened and had let Brie petrify them. Then he said, "Now, notify those troublemakers. They need to be punished. Those potions weren't cheap... Oh, right."

He turned his gaze to Marcus Flint, a tall, sturdy man with a protruding mouth and buck teeth.

The leader, Arnold Flint, was his cousin. At this moment, he wore a furious expression, it was unclear whether it was because of Brie or Arnold.

"I think your brother's Prefect position can be given to someone else, and also have him... Forget it. I think Breeze Order doesn't want to see him. Don't seek trouble."

Marcus Flint frowned, "He's just a distant relative, nothing to do with me. I'm more concerned about this week's Quidditch training and the upcoming Quidditch new selection."

Marcus's words caught Malfoy's attention. However, first-years couldn't participate in the Quidditch house team, so he turned away in disappointment. But upon hearing that Quidditch flying lessons would begin this Friday, he raised his eyebrows with pleasure, finding some solace.

"Everyone go rest now. Since Breeze Order chose to leave, don't spread this matter further. Also... does anyone have time to investigate this Zabini? When did the Serpent's Lair produce such a venomous snake that kills without drawing blood, nearly poisoning all of Slytherin?"

The next morning, sunlight streamed in from the east-facing window. The sudden change in light woke Brie. Soon, he stiffly stretched his numb arms and slowly got up.

"Good morning, Brie!"

Faner was already by Brie's side, greeting him. Brie touched his cold face, said good morning, and then began searching for his textbooks. He had Charms class early that morning, taught by Professor Flitwick. Last time, Professor Flitwick hadn't taught them spells, only pronunciation and casting gestures.

"You can go to the bathroom in the bedroom to wash up. I remember it's integrated with the turret room and wasn't sold off."

Brie nodded and began to pull himself together, ready to face the new day.

After washing up, Brie saw a pile of Galleons and Sickles laid out on the table. This seemed to be Faner's money.

Faner proudly raised his head and said slowly, "You can use this money to buy some things and keep them here. I'll watch the door. No one can steal them. This turret room also has magic; I can control it."

Brie was stunned for a moment, then smiled and shook his head, "This is like an unconventional runaway situation for me, finding a nest within the school."

"Keep it for yourself. I have some savings."

Brie leaned on the table and wrote a letter to order a bed and some daily necessities. He hoped Madam Malkin would accept such an order. Otherwise, Brie would have to find the house-elves in the castle, but that wasn't safe and might be discovered by others.

There were many public owls in Hogwarts' owlery, located on a very tall West Tower opposite the East Tower. Brie soon found it, summoned a stronger public owl, and gave it some Knuts as payment, tying the letter to its leg.

Watching the owl fly away, Brie went downstairs to prepare for his meal. It was probably a bit late now, but it didn't matter. He was already familiar with the order and routes of the stairs. Unless the stairs played tricks on him, he wouldn't be late.

As Brie expected, there were hardly any people left at the Slytherin table. Those who remained dared not meet Brie's gaze upon seeing him arrive. They all lowered their heads or looked away, appearing isolated yet fearful.

Cedric, sitting nearby, frowned with concern. As he was about to leave, he specifically came over to ask, "Brie, are you alright?"

Brie smiled and nodded, "Not bad. At least they won't anger me anymore. I think I can get through the remaining seven years."

Cedric listened, still somewhat worried. He had a feeling something was amiss.

"This is my choice, Cedric, but I think I have to hurry to class, or I'll be late. If I lose house points because of it, I'll be unhappy all afternoon."

Hearing Brie's lighthearted tone, Cedric didn't say anything more. He just smiled and watched Brie leave.

"Hey, Cedric, why is Breeze Order acting so strange today? He only ate two sandwiches..." Cedric's classmate asked him, confused. Cedric just scratched his head. He had wanted to ask Brie too, but class was indeed starting.

"Alright, let's go too. Even though today's class is on the first floor, we've already wasted some time."

"Oh, everyone please sit down!"

In the Charms classroom, the wizards sat casually. Because Professor Flitwick wasn't strict and was even somewhat amusing, the wizards weren't afraid of him. However, after spending some time with Professor Flitwick, all the wizards would deeply respect the short, half-blood goblin wizard.

Yes, Professor Flitwick was a half-blood wizard who needed to stand on a stool to reach the podium, but no one dared to underestimate him.

"So, today we will officially begin learning spells."

Because a Gryffindor student had caused an explosion last week while learning the Levitation Charm, the cautious Professor Flitwick immediately decided to give the wizards from Slytherin and Hufflepuff, who had class later, a lesson on wand movements and pronunciation first, before teaching spells.

Brie sat alone in the front row. Behind him were Malfoy and Pansy. Pansy swallowed hard, forcing herself to calm down.

She had personally witnessed the fate of those who had angered Brie that day. She had also made sarcastic remarks to Brie before. She wondered if Brie would retaliate against her.

Retaliation was certain. Originally, Brie had planned to cast a nasty curse on Pansy, making her face break out in pimples. However, there were too many enemies at the time, so Pansy's matter could only be put on hold temporarily. Later, Brie forgot about it and decided to retaliate when an opportunity arose in the future.

Malfoy glanced at Brie, his mind pondering what Brie was trying to do. Leaving Slytherin was truly an anomaly, something that had never happened in the entire history of the school's founding.

Arrogant, conceited, lawless, like a fearless madman. This was Malfoy's assessment of Brie, and it was one that many Slytherins agreed with.

But in reality, it wasn't as Malfoy thought. Brie was not an arrogant person. Acting after careful consideration was what Brie liked to do most. Brie was always rational, knowing what he needed at each stage.

Soon, Professor Flitwick's written explanation ended, and it was time for practical application. One could see his nervousness.

He handed each person a feather.

"You just need to use a spell to make the feather in front of you float. That will be considered a success."

"Remember, a flick and a twitch of the wand, the incantation is Wingardium Leviosa, and the last syllable should be drawn out, 'sa', not..."

Brie nonchalantly took out his wand and pointed it at the feather...