All the heavens began with Huo Yi

"Mr. Malfoy, Draco Malfoy, come down here!" Professor Hodge called out twice, but Draco in the sky ignored her completely.

As Draco flew higher and higher, reaching nearly 500 meters above the ground, Professor Hodge looked to Sue for help. He knew that in school Quidditch matches, the height limit was less than 100 meters, and the international Quidditch tournament had a height limit of 300 meters. 500 meters was far too dangerous for a small child.

“Haha, don’t worry, Professor Hodge, nothing will happen to me while I’m here,” Sue said with a smile. He actually quite admired Draco at the moment because he dared to defy the rules set by the professor. While obedient students were certainly likable, most of them were unlikely to become outstanding wizards.

"Fly, everyone! As long as you believe you can fly and are confident you won't fall off your brooms," Sue shouted to the other students on the field.

As soon as Suer finished speaking, the children who longed for the sky burst into enthusiastic cheers.

Harry had been wanting to fly around for a while; he felt the broomstick in his hand was very obedient when he was riding it on the ground.

Harry's intuition proved correct; he did indeed have a natural talent for flying.

Since Draco didn't cause any trouble, Professor McGonagall didn't show up, so Harry will probably have to wait until his second year to participate in Quidditch.

"Aren't you going to take a flight, handsome young man?" Sue asked a Slytherin freshman. He noticed that the boy had been glancing at him intentionally or unintentionally, although the boy was trying to hide it.

"No, senior, I don't really like flying brooms. I prefer our headmaster's potions class."

"Why were you staring at me the whole time?" Suer asked directly, getting straight to the point.

"I... um, I feel like I've seen you somewhere before, there's a strange sense of familiarity, so I couldn't help but glance at you a few more times," the boy replied.

"Okay, don't use this kind of flirting method on girls when you grow up. It's a bit outdated."

After flying class, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Neville, and Malfoy, who were all familiar with Sull, came to find him.

"Ha! Suer, I haven't seen you for a while, where have you been?"

The first to ask a question was Hermione. She had been looking for Sue ever since Potions class, but she couldn't find him anywhere in the school.

"I have something to do. I've already told you I'm very mysterious, so even most of the older students don't know me." Su Er wasn't going to tell the truth, so he just made up an excuse.

"My turn." Draco nudged Harry, who was about to speak, and walked up to Sue, asking, "Senior, do you like Quidditch? What did you think of my flight just now?"

“My problem is the same as Malfoy’s!” Harry retorted, nudging Draco as they spoke, their butts jostling against each other.

“Alright, stop.” Sue stepped forward and pulled the two apart. “To be honest, I’m not interested in Quidditch.”

As soon as Suer spoke, the two boys sighed and looked somewhat disappointed.

However, Suer then added, "Personally, I think all you need to know to ride a broom is how to accelerate in a straight line. After all, in my eyes, a broom is just a means of transportation."

"But you two flew very well! Perhaps you two applied to Quidditch together in your second year to be Seekers. It's not advisable to have a private contest; as classmates, you should settle it fairly and squarely."

"I understand, senior!" Draco and Harry replied at the same time.

"Don't follow my example!" Draco said.

“Don’t do what I did!” Harry.

As they talked, they glared at each other and then turned away, ignoring each other.

(Sul: What happened while I was away? Are these two destined to be a bickering couple?)

"What about me?" Ron asked hesitantly after Harry and Draco finished asking.

"That's good too. You can be a goalkeeper, Ron. It requires a lot of mental strength and reaction speed. Keep it up, but don't forget to practice your magic."

Suer encouraged each of them, because the more you scold a child, the more useless they become. Encouraging them, acknowledging their worth, and then giving them a goal can motivate them to work hard.

Because of Sue's indifferent attitude towards Quidditch and flying brooms, Hermione's initial resentment at falling behind eased considerably. Yes, after all, it was just a means of transportation, and she had no intention of participating in any Quidditch matches.

"Alright, what classes do you have next?"

“Let’s go eat first, then we have to go to Professor Flitwick’s Charms class,” Hermione, the class representative, spoke first.

"Damn it, we have to go to that old ghost's hypnosis class again. I haven't been awake in the history of magic since the start of the semester!" Draco complained after hearing the class from his fellow Gryffindor. "His words are more effective than our Headmaster's Water of Life and Death."

“That’s normal. You shouldn’t be studying the history of magic at this age. You might be more interested in the subject when you’re older,” Sue said. Back in the day, he was the only one who could listen to the history of magic lectures with great interest, even though Professor Binns was just reading from the textbook.

"By the way, who is that black-haired boy among the first-year Slytherin students?" Sue suddenly remembered the boy from earlier and described his appearance to Draco.

“It’s Theodore, Theodore Nott. He doesn’t play with me much, but he does do a little better in Potions than me. I’ll surpass him in the future.” As a fellow pure-blood noble, Draco didn’t mind admitting that his Potions were a little worse than the other’s. Of course, only a little.

"Alright, I got it. Go eat quickly, or the cafeteria will close." Su Er waved his hand, urging the group to hurry to the cafeteria.

It's lunchtime now, and Su'er can go to the Ruyi Scroll to eat Chenlong's special meal. If these first-year students don't get to eat, they might go hungry, since they haven't learned how to rob the school cafeteria yet.

"Oh my god, you're right, senior." Draco took off running first, turning back to shout to Harry, "Harry! I'm faster than you!"

“We’ll catch up with him, Harry!” Ron said.

"Slow down, don't get hurt, Harry! Ron!" Hermione jogged after him like a loving mother.

"Wait for me!" Neville cried out anxiously as everyone else had left.

Into the night

The temperature at Hogwarts was quite pleasant in the summer. Sue sat on a bench by the Black Lake for a while, enjoying the lake breeze. On her way back to the Room of Requirement, she suddenly saw Harry and the others running up to the fourth floor.