Harry Potter: This senior is pretty strong

While the young wizards at Hogwarts were learning magic, Diagon Alley remained bustling with people.

As evening approaches, the handsome clerk at Florin's Ice Cream Shop will take advantage of his free time to go to the warehouse behind the shop to take inventory of the goods and receive cream, condensed milk, white sugar, trehalose, and various jams transported from afar. These are all important ingredients for making ice cream.

Then, he would take these things out of the cardboard box one by one and place them neatly on the material storage shelf for easy access at any time.

Clearly, as a wizard, he didn't need to move them himself; a few simple organizing spells were all it took for him to skillfully complete the task.

After doing all that, he waved his wand again, pointing to the pile of empty cardboard boxes that were used to store things.

A burst of flames suddenly rose up, instantly engulfing the cardboard boxes and setting them ablaze.

When he saw the last glimmer of fire extinguished, leaving only a pile of ashes still warm, he nodded slightly in satisfaction, then bent down and rummaged through the ashes to find seven pale gold metal discs.

Each disc is the size of a gold coin.

He carefully wiped it clean and put it into a metal cylinder engraved with simple and intricate patterns.

Seven pieces, just enough to fill the cylinder.

He put the lid on the cylinder, then put it away in his pocket.

Not long after, the always smiling ice cream shop employee went outside for a stroll, and when he returned, his pockets were empty.

Not long after he returned to the shop, a tall, bearded giant emerged from a wizard's apothecary on the other side of Diagon Alley.

"Seriously, next time, could you give me some Eight-Eyed Giant Spider venom? Lots of customers are really eager for it," the pharmacy owner's voice rang out behind the giant, his tone earnest.

"I'm sorry, I can't make that decision. You can write to Hogwarts to discuss it," the bearded giant said in a muffled voice.

"Sigh, it's not like I haven't written letters to ask before... Never mind, never mind, I'll write another letter and ask again," the boss said helplessly.

"Well then, see you later."

See you later.

After saying goodbye to the pharmacy owner, the giant wandered around Diagon Alley, buying some of his favorite drinks and foods, filling his pockets to the brim.

As he passed through an alley at 93 Diagon Alley, he turned in and, when no one was looking, took out a red umbrella and tapped the wall a few times with the tip of the umbrella.

Soon, a gap appeared in the wall, and he reached in and took something out.

……

As night fell, a visitor arrived at the Hogwarts Headmaster's office—the bearded giant who had returned from Diagon Alley.

After he came in, he tossed a gray drawstring bag onto Dumbledore's desk, making a clattering sound as he did so.

"There are quite a lot this time; all seven secret message tubes are full," he said with some concern.

"It seems there's been a lot of trouble lately..." Dumbledore said with a slight raise of his eyebrows.

"Hopefully these troubles can stay away from the school."

"Since even you said that, you must have sensed something."

"I don't know, I just have a very uncomfortable feeling..."

After chatting for a few more minutes, the giant left.

He then walked alone out of the castle and eventually returned to a small cabin on the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

Inside the cabin, he pointed the red umbrella into the fireplace, where a flame ignited, quickly dispelling the autumn chill from the room.

Then he started grilling sausages and bread by the fireplace for dinner.

He was lost in thought when he heard Dumbledore's words, until he smelled the aroma of burning meat and snapped out of his daze.

"I don't want to think about it anymore. Let Dumbledore and the others worry about these things. I'll just focus on doing my own thing."

The giant shook his head, putting his worries behind him, and then focused on grilling the sausages, occasionally swallowing hard.

He was so hungry, especially after thinking about all sorts of things, that he desperately needed to eat a lot of food.

……

……

Around 9 p.m., Qin Yu dragged his tired body back to the Gryffindor common rest area.

He met Hermione there, who was anxiously waiting.

"Something's going to happen, Qin!" Hermione said as soon as she saw Qin Yu.

"What's wrong?" Qin Yu asked curiously.

Then Hermione told him about something that really annoyed her.

"...After dinner, after you left, Malfoy and Harry got into a fight...and Malfoy challenged Harry to a 'wizard duel' tonight..."

"Huh? A wizard duel? Have they learned any combat spells?" Qin Yu felt that two first-year wizards dueling was like kindergarten kids arranging a fight.

“I don’t know…” Hermione shook her head, then said in frustration, “I told Harry not to agree to something so pointless, but Harry said that you were the one who helped your classmates teach Slytherin a lesson in your first year, and he said that he should try to do what you can do!”

After saying this, the little girl looked at Qin Yu with a rather complicated expression.

She never expected that the "tiger" she relied on would become an excuse to shut her up.

Therefore, the power of role models is terrifying; whatever behavior they do is easily imitated by their admirers.

Yes, idols are responsible for their fans' actions.

"Heh, this kid." Qin Yu forced a smile.

“I don’t really want to talk bad about Harry behind his back, but don’t you think he’s a completely different person ever since he became the Seeker in Quidditch?” Hermione said, frowning.

"Indeed, this kid is a bit arrogant... That's normal, after all, he's still young..." Qin Yu sighed helplessly.

"So, what he should learn most is your composure," the girl said earnestly, her arms crossed over her chest.

Seeing her like this, Qin Yu was amused: "In that case, let him go and bump into the wall himself."

Although Qin Yu didn't remember whether there was originally any duel, he instinctively felt that Malfoy was probably up to no good, and Harry was obviously provoked by Malfoy's provocation and hastily agreed to the so-called duel.

Since it's a conflict between children, let them resolve it themselves. Qin Yu felt there was no need for him to interfere too much.

“But our academy will lose points…” Hermione said rather unwillingly.

"As long as no one finds out, that's fine... Cough, by the way, do you know the exact time and place they arranged to meet?" Qin Yu asked.

"At midnight, in the trophy room." Hermione knew this quite well.

"Well... if you're really worried, I'll sneak over there to prevent them from being spotted by the night patrollers," Qin Yu said after thinking for a moment.

“I want to go too!” Hermione said, grabbing his arm.

Looking at the eager expression in the girl's eyes, Qin Yu couldn't tell for a moment whether she was genuinely concerned about Harry and the others, or just wanted to watch the excitement.

However, no matter what, with me by her side, nothing serious will happen.

After considering it for a moment, Qin Yu nodded in agreement.

"Alright then, let's meet here around 11:50."

"Mmm!" Hermione nodded vigorously, her eyes shining.

This excitement...

You just want to watch the show, don't you? Qin Yu is now inclined to believe that.

……

However, plans can't keep up with changes.

Just as Qin Yu lay in bed waiting to meet Hermione at midnight and then follow Harry and Ron, a few lines of text appeared before his eyes:

Qin, if you have not yet gone to bed, please come to my office for a chat.

Albus Dumbledore