Catching butterflies bare-handed

"Uh, it means negative emotions. And you're not allowed to call Hermione a 'Mudblood,' or this catching practice ends right here!"

"Don't! Please don't stop! I won't call her that anymore, all right?"

Draco did have a little cunning in him. He had promised not to call Hermione a "Mudblood," but he had never promised not to call other Muggle-born wizards "Mudbloods"!

Luo Bin noticed the loophole in Draco's wording but couldn't be bothered to argue with him any further. He took two strips of black cotton cloth, each a meter long and five centimeters wide, out of the Blue Cloth Pouch. Removing the black cloth covering the Glass Bottle on the little table, he pointed at the fingernail-sized butterflies fluttering inside. "The Golden Snitch is extremely sensitive. It can detect even the slightest disturbance. Starting today, we'll practice catching the Golden Ball bare-handed."

"These butterflies cost a fortune. Their senses are dozens of times sharper than those of ordinary butterflies. Your job is to put on a blindfold and catch one in your palm without hurting it."

"Luo Bin, are you joking? Every time I get used to an exercise, you come up with something even more insane. Catching butterflies bare-handed while blindfolded? Are you serious?"

"It's not hard. I'll demonstrate!"

Luo Bin lifted a black strip of cloth and tied it over his eyes, then opened the Glass Bottle. Dozens of yellow butterflies with black markings fluttered toward freedom. Luo Bin stood quietly in front of the desk, the tips of his ears twitching back and forth. Finally, he raised his arm and gently swept it through a semicircle, scooping up a butterfly.

Luo Bin could feel the butterfly fluttering against his palm. It tickled, and actually felt rather pleasant. He pulled the black strip down and opened