All the heavens began with Huo Yi

"I never thought the Five Elements Escape Technique would be used in a place like this, like looking for shit!"

There was no day or night in the cave. Suer had been traversing underground for who knows how long using the earth-遁 (earth-遁 is a type of magic or technique), but he couldn't find the Hunter's Finger Knife at all. It wasn't under the giant in the game. Nokron was just too big!

Sull even tried using a summoning spell, but found that he couldn't summon the Hunter's Finger Knife at all. Perhaps the Hunter's Finger Knife was just a nickname given to it by Lani in the future, rather than the knife's real name.

Moreover, the Knoxians didn't know where the knife was, and even Legilimency didn't yield any useful information.

Suer simply couldn't stand being a gold miner day after day, especially one who couldn't find any gold.

"Forget it, let's just let it run in an auto-management environment."

……

"Good morning, Professor Snape. I've come to make an inspection."

The students in the Potions classroom this time were not Harry and his classmates from the first year, but George and his classmates from the third year.

"Woops!" Sue looked at the Weasleys' cauldrons and had a bad feeling: "Weasleys, what are you two doing?"

When Suer got closer, he saw that the liquid in the crucible was brownish-brown, bubbling and gurgling, and had a strange yet somewhat familiar aroma. Suer immediately glanced at the materials on the table, and after just one glance, he ran out of the Potions classroom.

After leaving the Potions classroom, Sue cursed, "You son of a bitch Aberrick, you're a real scoundrel! And George and Fred, you two lose ten points each, no, twenty!"

Seeing Sue run out in a panic, Snape immediately assumed the two Weasleys were up to something strange. But as he approached, he too was utterly bewildered. It was too late to run; he could only retreat, shouting angrily, "Gryffindor, deduct ten points!"

As Snape finished speaking, the contents of the cauldron suddenly exploded, instantly turning into gas.

"George, you... ugh... how could you play with... ugh... dung balls while I was around?"

"Fuck Weasley, you, ugh... me."

"Get out of the classroom now!" Snape had already reached the door, but he still shouted to the students inside, "Ugh!"

George and Fred, who were directly hit by the dung bombs, were actually in even worse shape; they were so disgusted that they couldn't even speak.

"Luckily, I ran fast enough!"

Not long after Suer ran out, he heard disgusting noises and curses coming from the Potions classroom.

Soon after Suer arrived on the grass outside, he saw first-year students taking flight lessons.

Mrs. Hooch was a middle-aged woman with a pointed chin, short gray hair, and two yellow, hawk-like eyes.

Sue watched from afar. Harry was the most talented; he reached out and the broom flew into his hand. Then came Draco.

“Oh, Neville, this…”

Clearly, after Neville was hit in the nose by his own broom, he instinctively grabbed the flying broom that had hit him.

He was then lifted up by the flying broomstick and flew more than 30 meters off the ground in an instant. For an eleven-year-old child, nothing could be more terrifying than that.

"Help, help..."

Mrs. Hodge looked anxious as she ran to Neville's side, where a group of students were gathered, looking at Neville with concern.

"Use shock absorbers to stop the speed... Professor."

As Sue spoke, a spell summoned Neville to his side, along with his unruly broom.

"Also, don't follow my example. Your ability to handle crises is rather poor, Professor Hodge. As a flight instructor, you should be vigilant at all times in such situations. If you panic, it will trouble Professor Snape and Madam Pomfrey, since brewing potions takes time."

Professor Hodge was momentarily speechless upon hearing Sue's words, and although Sue looked like a student, the pressure she felt was even stronger than that of the person whose name she couldn't reveal.

“I hope I haven’t offended you; I was just offering some sincere advice,” Sue said, smiling at Professor Hodge.

"No, I should thank you for saving the student. I was really... panicked." After Sue smiled, Professor Hodge felt like he was bathed in a spring breeze. As the oppressive feeling disappeared, Professor Hodge immediately took the opportunity Sue offered to back down.

"Are you alright, Neville?" Sue patted Neville, who was still somewhat shaken.

"It's nothing, thank you, Senior Suer. I'll go back to the ranks now." Neville thanked him and immediately jogged back to his line.

When Harry saw Neville return, he immediately said, "Neville, it's so good that you're alright. You're amazing, I think you're even better than some professors."

“You’re right, Harry,” Hermione chimed in.

Across from the Gryffindor line were the Slytherins, who were also whispering among themselves.

"Draco, does this senior really know your family?" Goyle asked, leaning closer to Draco.

Draco immediately adopted a proud expression: "Of course, of course I know him. Senior Sue told me this himself. When I first enrolled, he invited me to sit next to him. I dare say he's as strong as my father, much stronger than the school's professors!"

“But I’ve never seen him before, and some of the senior students have never even heard of the name Sue!” Crabbe asked from the side.

“Doesn’t this just prove that Senior Sue is special?” Draco raised his eyebrows and said in a smug manner, “Just like wizards don’t hang out with Muggles, powerful wizards don’t live in the same place as ordinary wizards. Look, our Dean knows Senior Sue.”

“Draco, you’re right!” Parkinson suddenly interjected into their conversation.

"The professor is back, quiet," Hermione from Gryffindor and Draco from Slytherin said to those around them.

"Alright, thanks to Mr. Sue, the accident just now didn't turn into a tragedy. Now, listen to me, hold the broom in your hand, and then straddle the broom."

Professor Hodge explained the key points step by step. This time, she did not ask the students to summon brooms from the ground, since these old relics were older than her and some of their functions might have already failed.

"Alright, now let the broom lift you up slowly. Don't rush, keep your feet touching the ground and fly at a low altitude."

"I'm flying! I'm flying!" Ron shouted.

However, Ron's excitement was immediately dampened by Draco's enthusiasm. Draco chuckled and said, "Weasley? You call that flying? From this height, you could fall right onto the lawn and fall asleep! Foolish! Watch closely, this is true flight!"

After Draco finished speaking, he immediately disobeyed orders, tilted the head of his flying broom, and shot straight into the sky.