Harry Potter: This senior is pretty strong

After letting Hermione experience flying for a while, Qin Yu gently put her down.

"Are you happy now?" Qin Yu said, casually tidying Hermione's messy hair.

During training, he saw the girl below, head down, kicking the grass listlessly, looking bored and sullen.

Remembering what she had said before, Qin Yu took advantage of a break in training to fly down and carry Hermione around in the air a few times.

"Actually, I'm not unhappy. I was just thinking about some things," Hermione said, pursing her lips.

"Hmm? What's going on? Does it have anything to do with me?" Qin Yu raised an eyebrow and said in a slightly teasing tone.

“Yes, I do.” Hermione looked at him and nodded very seriously.

"So, have you figured it out?" Qin Yu asked curiously.

"Hmm, I haven't quite figured it out yet, but I have a direction now." Hermione tilted her head and thought for a moment before finally saying firmly.

"That's good." Qin Yu nodded, not asking any further questions. After all, if Hermione wanted to tell him, she would have.

Then, he frowned and said to the girl with dissatisfaction, "My dear Miss Granger, I've been practicing for so long, don't you want to say anything?"

Hermione smiled upon hearing this, put her hands behind her back, hooked her fingers together, then bit her lip, stood on tiptoe, and whispered in Qin Yu's ear, "So handsome~ So great~ So amazing~"

Although the sound was soft, it accurately and precisely penetrated Qin Yu's ears, making half of his scalp tingle slightly and his heart tremble slightly.

"Yes, it must be because we're too close. The vibrations of the sound trigger the bone conduction mechanism, causing this strange sensation," Qin Yu explained to himself.

Seeing Qin Yu's serious and indifferent expression, Hermione felt a slight surge of anger for no apparent reason.

She looked around and, finding no one paying attention, quickly pecked someone on the cheek.

Just like last night.

However, this time she didn't run away immediately.

Instead, he raised his chin, looking defiantly at the "stern" gaze Qin was casting at him.

"Hmph, so what if I get taken to a secluded corridor again? So what if I get punished? Or have my obsessive-compulsive needs satisfied?" Hermione thought to herself with a rather nonchalant attitude.

Finally, after Qin Yu revealed a helpless smile, Hermione won the final victory in this "confrontation" with him.

"Be good, after I finish training, let's go to the cabin for a picnic," Qin Yu said, patting the girl's head.

"Mmm!" Hermione nodded repeatedly.

The cabin is, of course, Hagrid's cabin.

It's been a week since school started, and Qin Yu made plans with Haige and the others to have a picnic and get together over the weekend.

Hermione was, of course, very much looking forward to it.

Watching Qin Yu throw himself back into training, chasing the red Quake and the black Runner in the air, Hermione's eyes were filled with a smile and a certain indescribable emotion.

Then, she subconsciously pursed her lips and tasted a slightly salty flavor that lingered on them—probably because she had just touched the sweat on his cheek.

Thinking about this, she didn't feel disgusted or repulsed at all; on the contrary, she quite liked this rather unique "slightly salty" taste.

"...Um, is my preference a little strange?" Hermione tasted her now-pale lips again, her face slightly flushed as she thought to herself.

Okay, we can verify and study this later. For now, it's better to focus on Qin's training.

The girl banished those thoughts from her mind and focused on watching Qin Yu's training, occasionally cheering and applauding.

Well, so he won't say that I didn't cheer him on.

……

Not long after the Gryffindor Quidditch team resumed training, several first-year students came running after hearing the news.

"Ron, why didn't you tell me Qin and the others were training today?" Harry said breathlessly.

“I only found out about it from George and Fred’s classmates when I went to find them. If I had known they were training so early today, I would have been the first one here,” Ron said, somewhat annoyed.

Comparatively speaking, Ron prefers Quidditch to Harry—at least so far.

Harry's motivation was more about seeing just how good Qin really was, and also learning about Quidditch, the wizarding sport.

"Hmm? Who are those people?" Ron saw three familiar figures in the distance and a bad feeling arose in his heart.

“It’s Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle.” Harry recognized the three at a glance; after all, he really disliked that blond boy.

This is probably because Draco Malfoy was the first wizard of his age that he disliked, which is why he left such a deep impression on him.

Just like Qin was the first wizard of his age that he liked, and also a very special person.

"What a disappointment..." Ron also didn't have a good impression of Malfoy.

Harry and Ron discussed it briefly and decided to ignore the three Slytherin guys.

"Harry Potter? You actually came to the stadium? You probably haven't even touched a flying broomstick before, have you?" Malfoy's annoyingly arrogant voice carried from afar.

“I don’t need to explain my affairs to you,” Harry said, stopping in his tracks.

He figured he could just treat this annoying blond wizard like Dudley, that stupid pig, since the two of them spoke in exactly the same way and with the same tone.

"Hmph, watch out, you might get hit by a wandering ball later!" Malfoy was just as annoyed as Dudley, then, as if he had found something funny, he continued to mock, "Haha, you probably don't even know what a wandering ball is, do you?"

"..."

"This is our Gryffindor training ground, what are you doing here?" Ron boldly retorted to Malfoy.

These words made Malfoy and his two companions blush.

"This is the school's sports field, we can come and go as we please. Besides, I'd like to see if Qin is really as good as the rumors say, or if he's just bragging!" Malfoy finally found a reasonable excuse.

"Then open your eyes wide and take a good look!"

Harry left those words and went in another direction with Ron.

Anyway, the stadium is huge. Since we both hate looking at each other, we might as well keep our distance. Out of sight, out of mind.

Once Harry was some distance away from Malfoy and the others, and was sure they couldn't hear him, he leaned close to his companion's ear and whispered, "Ron, what's a wandering ball?"

“Harry, are you serious?” Ron asked, somewhat surprised.

——Dimensional wall——

I didn't plan to stop writing, so please don't give up on me. I've just been busy lately and haven't been able to keep up.

Then, there will be another chapter in the afternoon or evening.