Harry Potter: This senior is pretty strong

"...You have no idea how dangerous it was. If I hadn't shown up, Harry Potter and the Weasley boy would have been crushed by the troll...I rushed forward and jumped with all my might, landing on top of the troll's head..."

At the crucial moment, the Weasley boy was completely terrified—of course, he's never been the brightest... Thanks to my reminder, he finally snapped out of it and managed a half-baked levitation charm...

In short, Professor McGonagall should have given me ten points instead of just five like them, because I'm worth two of them by myself!

The next day was Friday. At midnight, under the oak tree outside the castle, Malfoy recounted his experiences that day with great enthusiasm, gesturing wildly. In the moonlight, his pale face was flushed with excitement.

He looked every bit the part of a valiant wizard.

How embarrassing… Qin Yu couldn’t help but sigh inwardly.

If Qin Yu hadn't known what happened that day, and hadn't seen the kid's pale face and trembling hands, he probably would have believed him to some extent.

However, he was one of the people in the know, but he couldn't show that he knew right now.

So, Qin Yu, behind the mask, could only painfully endure for a long time, watching Malfoy vent his emotions—whether it was fear or excitement, or perhaps both—after all, what happened that day was indeed too exciting for a child of their age.

Finally, Qin Yu tried to speak calmly in a cold tone: "Yes, my guidance over the past few months has not been in vain."

Hearing the rare praise from this mysterious "teacher," Malfoy grinned happily, revealing two rows of neat, handsome white teeth. He looked nothing like his usual noble young master, but rather like the silly son of a landlord.

He then bowed deeply to Qin Yu and said solemnly, "Thank you! Meeting you and learning from you is the luckiest thing that has ever happened to me since I came to Hogwarts!"

Well, putting everything else aside, this child is quite respectful to his teachers and elders.

Hearing his words, which were clearly from the bottom of his heart, Qin Yu was somewhat touched. He didn't feel guilty about deceiving a minor, but he felt that the kid did have some redeeming qualities.

Thinking of this, Qin Yu had an urge to touch his nose, but he ultimately resisted this action, which was not quite in line with his current status.

"Alright, that's all over now. It's time for today's practice. I hope you'll be the one using magic to defeat the giant next time."

Qin Yu brought the topic to a close at the right time, lest the kid go on and on. It was the middle of the night, and he couldn't stay up all night listening to his rambling.

"Okay, I'll start practicing right away!" Malfoy probably realized he had been wasting precious time by talking too much nonsense, so he quickly agreed.

Then he began practicing the spells he had recently learned under the oak tree.

Qin Yu, who was standing to the side, nodded from time to time.

Actually, his thoughts had already drifted elsewhere, and he was thinking about his own things.

The events of Halloween Eve, whether important or not, are in the past; he needs to focus on other things now.

Just a few days ago, he successfully resonated his alchemical sword with Snape's through "meditation communication".

However, distance became a problem.

With his current skill level, Snape's sword stopped moving when it was three meters away from him, so trying to contact Swinton's sword was a huge leap of faith.

So why did Professor Swinton travel so far for no reason? At his age, why is he still talking about "the world is so big, I want to see it"?

……

While inwardly criticizing his "second brother's" behavior, Qin Yu glanced at Malfoy, who was diligently practicing his spellcasting techniques, from time to time.

Perhaps stimulated or encouraged by this incident, this kid is practicing extra hard today.

As the saying goes, the master leads you through the door, but the practice is up to you.

This is especially true in the path of learning magic.

Qin Yu can provide appropriate guidance at crucial points, but to truly master these diverse magics and transform them into an instinct ingrained in one's very being requires constant, repetitive, and tedious practice.

Today, Malfoy is at least showing some signs of putting in the hard work.

"Lower your elbow by another inch, so the movement will be smoother... Focus your gaze on a point six feet in front of the staff tip, not the staff tip itself... The action should be simultaneous with the thought; don't hesitate to cast the spell after your mind has already considered it..."

Qin Yu pointed out more than ten of Malfoy's mistakes or shortcomings, which made the arrogant guy, who had been feeling good about himself and holding his head high, lower his head.

Qin Yu doesn't care about encouragement, setbacks, or even PUA. If this kid can throw a tantrum even when he's giving practical advice, then he's hopeless, and Qin Yu won't have to spend an hour each week playing along with his nonsense.

After Qin Yu finished explaining these key points, Malfoy immediately and subconsciously did as the mysterious teacher instructed.

Lower your elbows, look straight ahead at the tip of the cane, don't hesitate, your actions shouldn't lag behind your thoughts...

"Yugadim - Leviosa!"

The wand's trajectory ended almost simultaneously with the spell's incantation.

As the spell was released, a dead tree branch on the ground in front of Malfoy slowly and steadily rose up.

The Slytherin first-year student smiled from the bottom of his heart and immediately looked at Qin Yu with gratitude.

"Not bad," Qin Yu lazily commented.

This simple compliment made Malfoy overjoyed, and he repeatedly expressed his gratitude.

"Thank you. With your guidance, I've found that not only are my spells flowing more smoothly, but even my casting movements look better!" Malfoy exclaimed.

"It seems you've put your heart into saying that," Qin Yu nodded slightly, his masked face showing his appreciation.

"You mean... the phrase 'good-looking movement'?" Malfoy asked somewhat uncertainly, genuinely not expecting anything special about the slip of his tongue.

“That’s right. Merlin once said that if your spellcasting movements aren’t graceful enough, it’s because you haven’t mastered the spell.” Qin Yu said seriously.

“So that’s how it is…” Malfoy seemed to understand, then murmured, “No wonder he’s Merlin! Truly philosophical.”

As for whether Merlin actually said such a thing, Qin Yu believed that this old man, who couldn't even take care of his own beard and trousers, certainly didn't have the energy to care how many famous quotes others made in his name.

"Okay, that's all for today."

After saying this, Qin Yu cast a spell and disappeared without a trace.

Meanwhile, Malfoy gazed at the spot where Qin Yu had disappeared for a while with admiration and longing before tiptoeing back to the Slytherin dungeon with practiced ease, and excitedly crawled into his bed.

……

Time passed by quietly and meaningfully, neither too fast nor too slow.

I don’t know when it started, but the temperature has gotten so cold that you can see the white breath coming out of your mouth. The young wizards at Hogwarts have also put on thick clothes and wrapped scarves in the styles of their respective houses.

Hermione's little hands were often icy cold because of the weather, and Qin Yu had to warm them up for a while.

"What should I do when you're not around?" The little girl was troubled by this.

So, she used her ingenuity and, with Qin Yu's help, used the spell she had just learned to seal a ball of ghostly blue flame inside a glass jar.

And so, she held onto that warmth, allowing her to wait for Qin's hands to warm her hands again.

In short, Hermione wasn't too afraid of the approaching winter at Hogwarts.