Hogwarts: I'm the only cultivator here!

"Navi doesn't seem to have learned wandless spellcasting yet, does that mean he can't get off the flying broom by himself, nor can he control the flying broom?"

Thinking of this, Ye Feng threw the "flying broom" in his hand to the ground and then stepped on it.

"Whoosh~"

With a whooshing sound, Ye Feng, standing on his 'flying broom,' soared into the sky. This scene astonished not only the young wizards who had just arrived like Ye Feng, but also Madam Hooch, who had been teaching flying broom lessons for so long. Even she had never seen anyone use a flying broom like this before.

"Cool! That's so cool!"

"Although this isn't the correct way to use a flying broom, I have to say it's really cool."

"Hmph, just a clown trying to attract attention. He'll pay for his actions soon enough, falling flat on his face, and maybe even breaking his leg."

“Superficial. Ye Feng isn’t the kind of person you think he is. I think he definitely wants to save Neville, and I believe he can do it.” While Hermione was refuting Malfoy, Ye Feng had already caught up with Neville on his flying broom, but he didn’t know where to start for the time being.

Because Neville's flying broomstick was completely out of control, his flight path was entirely unpredictable. Not to mention flying up, down, left, or right, he was even flying backwards and spinning wildly. So even Ye Feng couldn't reach out and save him for the time being.

"Hey~"

Suddenly, Neville's flying broomstick carried him at incredible speed straight toward the spear in the hand of the towering statue in front of them.

Although the statue wasn't very big, just the size of a normal person, it's unclear what Hogwarts was thinking, but the sharp spear in the statue's hand was actually real, the kind you could take off and use directly.

Although judging from Neville's flight altitude, he shouldn't crash directly into the spear, but this was a gamble that couldn't be taken lightly. If he lost, the future Gryffindor Sword Saint might be gone. So Ye Feng took out his wand.

"Holy crap!"

"Whoosh~ Snap"

"Dang-dang-dang-dang..."

With a loud whooshing sound, the flying broomstick Neville was sitting on was pierced through from behind and exploded by the wand Ye Feng threw. And because Ye Feng threw it with such force, the wand did not stop after piercing Neville's flying broomstick, but continued forward, directly smashing the statue directly in front of Neville.

The statue holding the spear was shot and shattered. The spear in its hand naturally couldn't stand up and fell from the roof with a loud clang. Ye Feng took advantage of the opportunity when Neville's flying broom exploded and Neville was blown into the air, rushed over, grabbed his clothes, and carried him forward like a kitten.

As Ye Feng rushed past the exploding statue, he reached out and retrieved the wand that had fallen onto the roof, then carried the still-shaken Neville to the ground.

"Clap clap clap..."

The moment Ye Feng placed Neville on the ground, all the first-year wizards gathered around to applaud him, including Madam Hooch. However, when it was confirmed that no one was injured and the class continued, and Ron and Malfoy imitated Ye Feng, stomping on their flying brooms in a contest, Madam Hooch's face darkened.

"What are you doing? Flying brooms are for riding, not for stepping on!"

"But why is it that Ye Feng can do it?"

"Ye Feng, Ye Feng, he..."

Ron's words silenced Madam Hooch, because she couldn't understand why Ye Feng could stand on the flying broom and control it so smoothly, even more smoothly than when she was sitting and controlling the broom.

"Whoo~"

“You all saw what happened with Navey. It’s very dangerous to use flying brooms without following the rules. Ye Feng’s incident was just an accident, so everyone should follow the rules, including Ye Feng.”

Hearing Madam Huo Qi's words, Ye Feng was somewhat dismissive. "Making him fly with a flying broomstick that only has one stick between his legs? You might as well kill him. As for not being able to stand on it, there's no rule about that in the school regulations. And even if there were, so what? Does not being able to stand on it mean we can't add anything?"

Chapter 27 The Sorting Hat: The Tip of the Hat Feels a Little Cool

Because of Madam Hooch's 'punishment,' Ye Feng did not participate in the following practice sessions, while Harry demonstrated an amazing talent for controlling the flying broomstick during the practice.

Therefore, while everyone else was still practicing, Ye Feng and Harry were pulled away by Vice Principal Minerva, who was watching from a distance, and found Oliver Wood, the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team.

“Porter, Ye Feng, this is Oliver Wood. I’ve found you two excellent Seekers. They both have tremendous talent. You can try training them.”

Ye Feng: o(*^▽^*)┛

"Alright, Mr. Ye Feng, please speak." Seeing Ye Feng raise his hand, Professor McGonagall indicated that Ye Feng could speak.

With Vice Principal McGonagall's permission, Ye Feng said something that surprised Harry and the others.

"Actually, I'm not that interested in Quidditch. I can leave the Seeker role to Harry."

Although Ye Feng had never participated in Quidditch training, he wasn't particularly interested in the sport. After all, Quidditch involved riding a flying broomstick to catch a ball, and compared to the magical world, which had little entertainment, Ye Feng had seen far more sports and fun things to do.

Although they regretted Ye Feng's choice, McGonagall and the others respected it and did not force him or tell anyone about it. However, they underestimated the ability of gossip lovers to find information.

When school ended the next day, the whole school was talking about Harry becoming the Seeker, but that wasn't the most talked-about topic. The most talked-about topic was something else entirely: Ye Feng's refusal to join Quidditch as the Seeker.

"Ye Feng, why did you refuse to become the Seeker? As far as I know, it's something many wizards dream of." Hermione, who had just finished lunch and was following Ye Feng to find a place to review what she had learned that morning, couldn't help but ask the question that had been on her mind.

“Yes, why?” Ron, who came out right after, couldn’t help but agree, and Harry next to him couldn’t help but nod as well.

Looking at the eager eyes of the trio from the original series, Ye Feng sighed and said, "You really want to know?"

"That's right!" ×3

Three loud answers rang out simultaneously, so loud that they even attracted the attention of nearby students.

"It's actually very simple. Finding the ball is too easy for me. I'm not interested in things that are too easy."

Hermione and the others were all taken aback by Ye Feng's answer, but when they thought about how he had saved Neville earlier, they felt that it didn't seem wrong. After all, Ye Feng was indeed very strong in this area, even ridiculously so.

"I don't quite understand. Wouldn't it be better to keep it simple? Maybe then our Gryffindor could win the Quidditch championship."

Ye Feng did not answer Ron's question, and the two parted ways after walking for a while.

Although academic underachievers and academic high achievers can get along well, there is still a generation gap between them. For example, Ron cannot sit still and study like Ye Feng and the others after class. Although Harry is not academic underachiever, he is not the kind of person who can sit still.

Unfortunately, they didn't know that the place where Ye Feng and Hermione were 'studying' wasn't some quiet garden or anything like that. After leaving the classroom, the two went straight out of the academy and didn't stop until they reached the Black Lake.

After arriving at the Black Lake, Ye Feng took out a set of table and chairs. Of course, it was a set, but there were only two chairs. After Ye Feng took out the table and chairs, Hermione skillfully pulled out one of the chairs and sat down. Ye Feng then skillfully took out his fishing rod, baited it, cast it out, and then sat down.

And so, on the shimmering shore of the lake, a young couple sat quietly. The girl quietly flipped through the books on the table, occasionally reaching out to grab a snack from the table and popping it into her mouth, while the boy stared intently at the fishing floats on the lake.

Suddenly, the fishing float on the lake sank sharply. The fishing rod in the boy's hand bent into a full moon the instant the float sank, and the huge pull even made the boy sitting in the chair lean forward abruptly.

Holy crap! They're loading a huge truck!!!

Hermione: Σ(?д?lll)

Hermione stared in astonishment at the fishing rod, which was almost taut like a full moon. She was holding a book in one hand and a French fry in the other. She even forgot to eat the French fry that was already stuffed into her delicate little mouth.

This wasn't the first time she'd come fishing on the lake with Ye Feng, but for two consecutive days Ye Feng hadn't caught a single big fish, not even a fry. That's why she continued to come with Ye Feng; after all, quiet, shady places with snacks to eat and good places to read were rare.

Ye Feng: I feel offended.

However, today Ye Feng actually succeeded in catching fish for the first time ever. Even Hermione, who didn't know anything about fishing, could tell that the fish he caught was definitely not small. When Ye Feng stood up and excitedly pulled on the fishing rod to "fight" the fish in the water, and took a few steps to change his position from time to time, Hermione, who was watching from behind, also felt excited and uneasy.

"Woooooo~"

The sound of the fishing line being pulled rapidly through the air rang out continuously, but Ye Feng, relying on his powerful fishing rod that was not afraid of the line breaking, directly withstood the attack and pulled the big fish in the water back continuously.

As the large fish was slowly pulled out of the water, waves surged across the surface. Perhaps sensing the danger, the fish began to struggle desperately just before emerging from the water. A tremendous force suddenly acted on the fishing rod, and as a result of the fish's outburst, Ye Feng was dragged forward by nearly a meter.

"Hey! Let go!"

Seeing that Ye Feng was about to be dragged into the water, Hermione exclaimed and told Ye Feng to let go of the fishing rod, but how could a fisherman let the fish go? So Ye Feng naturally did not let go.

Seeing that Ye Feng did not listen and let go, and that he was about to be pulled forward again, Hermione became anxious. She rushed up and hugged Ye Feng from behind, then pulled him backward after holding his waist.

Hermione's idea was simple: since Ye Feng was unwilling to let go and he couldn't hold onto the fish by himself, surely adding her weight would work?

Unfortunately, Hermione underestimated the fish in the lake. Even with their combined efforts, they were still being slowly pulled into the lake. Fortunately, the fish didn't have enough stamina, and the force from the fishing rod gradually weakened when they were less than a meter from the shore.

Ye Feng's eyes lit up when he noticed the force on the fishing rod had weakened. He shouted "Back up!" and pulled the fishing rod backward. Hermione was very clever and immediately understood Ye Feng's meaning. So the two of them pulled backward together. After half an hour, a huge fish head with a faint bluish hue in the sunlight surfaced.

"Fuck! It's so big!"

No wonder Ye Feng exclaimed in surprise, because the fish they pulled up was almost as big as the two of them together in head size. When the big fish was dragged ashore, Hermione's red mouth gaped open in astonishment, and she looked at Ye Feng as if he were a monster, because the fish was a full two meters long!

Ye Feng was very happy to have caught such a big fish, but he was also in a dilemma because the fish was too big and the kitchen utensils he had were not big enough to cut it up.

"What should we do? We can't let the house-elves in the kitchen handle this, otherwise Dumbledore will definitely take the opportunity to cause trouble again."

"Wait, Dumbledore, it seems there is indeed a suitable 'dissection knife' to use." As Ye Feng murmured, a tattered, scraggly hat appeared in his mind, and this hat was currently in Dumbledore's office.

At that moment, the Sorting Hat in Dumbledore's office suddenly felt a chill on its tip.

"I feel a kind of malice in the dark. Could it be that Voldemort is coming back? But whatever, let Dumbledore worry about it."

Chapter 28 The Sorting Hat: In a flash, he drew his sword.

"Headmaster Dumbledore, Headmaster Dumbledore, are you there?"

"Headmaster Dumbledore, are you there? If you are, just say something. If you don't, I'm coming in."

"Squeak~"

Don't get the wrong idea. That squeak didn't come from Dumbledore. Ye Feng had already pushed open the door to Dumbledore's office while he was talking. The Sorting Hat and Dumbledore's pet Fawkes, the phoenix, pretended not to see Ye Feng come in because they were used to it.

Ye Feng was quite adept at it, so he wasn't surprised when he saw the bird and the hat remain silent. He simply glanced at them and, after confirming that Dumbledore was indeed not there, turned his attention to the Sorting Hat.

Sorting Hat: Σ (?Д?;)

"Why...why are you staring at me like that? I'm warning you, I'm an elder of Hogwarts. Even Dumbledore treats me with respect. Don't you dare do anything reckless."

However, why would Ye Feng be afraid of this? Let alone the Sorting Hat, even Dumbledore was tricked when he wanted to, so Ye Feng simply ignored the Sorting Hat's warning.

Seeing that Ye Feng ignored his warning and continued walking towards him, the Sorting Hat was immediately frightened. He said in a panic, "Hey, hey, hey, Ye Feng, I'm warning you, this is Dumbledore's office. I am an indispensable elder of Hogwarts. If anything happens to me, you will definitely be expelled!"

However, Ye Feng seemed not to hear him and continued walking towards him, reaching out to grab the Sorting Hat when he got there.

"Aaaaaah, the Killer Hat! Someone's going to kill the Hat! Dumbledore, come quick! Someone's going to kill the Sorting Hat, the hardworking hero of Hogwarts!!!"

Ye Feng: (￣┏Д┓￣°*)

Hearing the Sorting Hat's pitiful scream, Ye Feng was speechless, which forced him to speed up his work.

"Whoo~"

As Ye Feng grabbed the Sorting Hat and reached inside to pull it out, a gleaming Western-style one-handed sword appeared in his hand.

After drawing the Gryffindor sword, Ye Feng casually tossed the Sorting Hat, which was still screaming in agony, back at him. He then held the Gryffindor sword in front of him and flicked the blade lightly with his other hand.

"Ding~"

A crisp buzzing sound rang out, and Ye Feng could clearly feel the waves of joy emanating from the Holy Sword. However, this Holy Sword did not have a self-awareness similar to the Sorting Hat, and perhaps only it could be hidden inside the Sorting Hat.

Ye Feng didn't care why the sword was hidden in the Sorting Hat or who hid it there; his only concern was whether the sword was sharp enough.

"Shu~"

With a casual flick of Ye Feng's wrist, a strand of black hair appeared in the air. At the same moment, Ye Feng handed over the longsword in his hand, letting the hair fall freely onto the blade.

The moment the hair touched the blade, a sound that no ordinary person could hear rang out, and then the hair was neatly split in two. However, before the two pieces of hair could hit the ground, a wisp of green smoke rose up.