Hogwarts: I'm the only cultivator here!

Seeing this, Dumbledore's lips curled up slightly. He gave Ye Feng a meaningful look before continuing, "In light of Ye Feng's 'reminder,' I have decided to amend this school rule to: 'Under no circumstances are lower-grade wizards or wizards who have not mastered levitation or flying brooms allowed to climb onto the roof.'"

"In addition, I have another suggestion, but it is only a suggestion."

"Mr. Ye Feng, Mr. Fred Weasley, and Mr. George Weasley, if you plan to do morning exercises in the future, I suggest you do them in the open space below the academy. This will be safer and won't disturb others. What do you think of this suggestion?"

Since Dumbledore had already put it that way, what could Ye Feng and the others say? They could only agree. As for not being able to go on the roof, there would be flying broomstick class and charm class soon. Once he learned how to control the flying broomstick, he could buy a broom. So, they wouldn't have to go on the roof.

While Ye Feng was deep in thought, some perceptive people realized what was going on. They looked at Ye Feng with surprise, and as some people explained in hushed tones, most of them quickly understood what was happening. This made them look at Ye Feng with even more curiosity.

"As expected of Gryffindor, they've already caused so much trouble in just a few days since the start of the semester."

"Let's try to make friends first. If not, then he will be a formidable opponent, and as an opponent, we need to prepare early."

...

The gazes directed at Ye Feng from the crowd held different meanings, and Ye Feng, the moment Dumbledore announced that the matter was over and they could go back to prepare for class, made his escape.

He's already quite a celebrity now, only slightly less famous than Harry Potter at school. So if he gets surrounded by this group, he won't be able to get away anytime soon. He doesn't want to get entangled with these people, especially since some of the female students' hands aren't exactly well-behaved. They're already being very accommodating by just taking the opportunity to pinch his face.

Chapter 22 The Idea of ​​the Art of Controlling People

On the podium, a short, bald figure stood atop a stack of books. He was Felius Flitwick, the headmaster of Ravenclaw and Ye Feng's class today.

Although Felix Flitwick was short in stature, as the head of Ravenclaw, a school full of academic elites, his spellcasting skills were absolutely unquestionable. And if Harry hadn't been in Gryffindor and needed to contact Hagrid, he would definitely have gone to Ravenclaw.

But it's not bad now. After all, Felix Flitwick won't hold back on spells just because you're not Ravenclaw, and you can find them in many spellbooks.

Of course, there is a big difference between self-learning from books and having someone teach you, because many of the spells at Hogwarts require resonance with sound. That is, you need to pronounce the spell aloud and not mispronounce it in order for your magic to resonate and take effect.

Therefore, when Felius Frivi began his lecture, not a single student dared to be distracted, because if you didn't listen carefully and mispronounced even a single note, you wouldn't be able to unleash the spell.

Ye Feng, meanwhile, was completely absorbed in observing every detail of Felius Frivi's demonstration, including his hand movements, tone of voice, and pauses. Of course, he also used his divine sense to observe the fluctuations and flow of magical energy most closely.

"Yugadim, Leviosa"

As soon as Professor Philius Flitwick finished speaking, Ye Feng's voice rang out. With that, Ye Feng gently raised his wand, and the feather on the table floated up. Ye Feng's eyes lit up when he saw the feather float up, because he thought of something.

Since the Levitation Charm can make objects fly and control the direction of their movement, wouldn't it be possible to control these objects to kill enemies simply by increasing the magic applied to them?

"Holy crap! Isn't this a divine artifact?"

Suddenly realizing this, Ye Feng exclaimed "Holy crap!" in his mind, and then he increased his magic output.

Unfortunately, modifying spells is not such a simple matter. Otherwise, after so many years of development in the magical world, some clever people would have thought of this possibility. But even now, the magical world does not have a spell that can directly control objects for attack, which is enough to explain the problem.

Without warning, when Ye Feng increased the magic power he applied to the floating feather to a certain extent, the feather burst into golden flames with a whoosh, burning it to ashes almost instantly.

Although the feather was burned by the sudden flames, Ye Feng was not discouraged, because he realized that his idea was correct. It was just a pity that the feather could not bear the magic power he had inputted, so it spontaneously combusted.

"This direction is correct, but if you want to create a magical item that can withstand a lot of magic power and has enough destructive power, it is better to just learn a good spell. Perhaps this is one of the reasons why there has been no spell for controlling objects to kill enemies for so many years."

Thinking of this, Ye Feng lost the desire to continue exploring, because he already knew how to manipulate objects, and there was no need for him to go to the trouble of studying a 'skill' that he already knew and used to perfection.

Although Ye Feng's feathers were burned off, there was no doubt that he had successfully cast the Levitation spell. Hermione, as expected of a top student who could lead her teammates to superhuman performance even when facing two opponents, cast the Levitation spell just one step slower than Ye Feng, and her feathers were not burned off.

Seeing that Ye Feng and Hermione had succeeded, the others were also spurred on, especially Malfoy. But the more anxious you are, the harder it is to pronounce a spell correctly. So Malfoy failed to succeed until the end of get out of class, which made Ron, who had practiced for most of the class, laugh at him.

Ye Feng didn't know what was going on, but these two guys seemed to be natural enemies. Even when Ye Feng unintentionally attracted most of Malfoy's firepower, they still clashed, and they would quarrel every few days.

"What's so great about a levitation spell? I was just letting you win on purpose. Now I'll show you the results of my whole lesson of practice!"

"Yugardim, Leviosa!" As soon as he finished speaking, Malfoy pointed his wand at Ron. To everyone's surprise, when Malfoy pointed his wand at Ron, a white light instantly flew out of his wand and landed on Ron.

Everyone was terrified when they saw Malfoy attack Ron directly. Ron was especially frightened, turning over in his body to check if he was alright. When he found that there was no change on his body and no bloody hole, he breathed a sigh of relief. Only Ye Feng's eyes shone brightly.

“I’ve got it. Since ordinary objects can’t withstand the magic I apply, I can change the object of the magic. For example, it would be great to change it to ‘human control’ or something like that.”

Of course, researching the 'Manipulation Technique' is not so simple. After all, there is a big difference between inanimate objects and living people. So for now, Ye Feng only has this idea. He needs to think about how to operate it slowly after he goes back.

As Ye Feng pondered the feasibility of the 'Manipulation Technique', Ron, who was being watched, suddenly felt a chill down his spine, causing him to shiver and rub his arms. After confirming that Ron was alright, Felius Flitwick dismissed the get out of class and warned Malfoy not to cast spells on his classmates indiscriminately, especially offensive spells.

Hogwarts' courses are quite relaxed, not as intense as those in China. There are only two classes in the morning, and a fairly long break at noon. However, they do not have a lunch break, or rather, the school does not stipulate that students should have a lunch break.

Therefore, after finishing their morning classes and having lunch, the students went to do what they liked. Ye Feng, however, did not go to the library to study or disturb Zhang Qiu. Instead, he left the academy and quietly ran to the Black Lake.

In order to avoid Dumbledore's sight as much as possible, Ye Feng spent two whole noon days finding a fishing spot with a good view, decent water depth, and shade from trees, where he could even place a deck chair, a small table, and other items.

"Great, the fishing spot has been cleared out. Don't worry, big squid, I'll catch you right away. I also brought you cumin, jigging, chili powder, and lots of other seasonings... cough, delicious."

As Ye Feng murmured, he skillfully set up a yellow fishing rod, then expertly pulled the fishing line to his side, took the hook, baited it, and cast the line and bait to the appropriate distance.

While Ye Feng was focused on fishing, Dumbledore, who was holding binoculars in the distance, couldn't help but sigh.

"Minerva, go and bring that little guy back."

“Dumbledore, I’m starting to understand why you brought him back to the house. His talent is the highest I’ve seen in all these years, but…”

Minerva didn't finish her sentence, but Dumbledore knew exactly what she was going to say, because he was thinking the same thing.

Ye Feng's talent was indeed the highest they had seen in all these years, even higher than Voldemort's back then, to the point that they even wanted to change their training target to Ye Feng.

But at the same time, this guy's ability to cause trouble is so high that it gives him a headache.

"Minerva, I'll have to keep a close eye on him. Perhaps he has more options in the future. I see another hope slowly igniting..."

Chapter 23 The Fisherman's Resentment

“Mr. Ye Feng, Hogwarts’ school rules clearly prohibit fishing by the Forbidden Lake. Headmaster Dumbledore is already waiting for you in his office.”

Ye Feng, who was focused on the floating object on the water, did not notice that Vice Principal Minerva had appeared behind him at some point. So when the vice principal suddenly spoke, he was so startled that he shuddered and then froze.

Ye Feng spent two whole afternoons finding and clearing out this suitable fishing spot, just to make sure it was both good and secluded enough. Yet, he had only been fully focused on fishing for less than half an hour.

"Dumbledore, are you a dog? Why are you staring at me so intently? Why aren't you watching your little Harry? Why are you staring at me?" The moment Minerva called him out, a multitude of thoughts rushed through Ye Feng's mind. Besides complaining about Dumbledore, he also regretted suppressing his divine sense in order to experience the fun of fishing.

Although Ye Feng wasn't a seasoned angler, he still enjoyed the pleasure of fishing. Therefore, he never used his divine sense to cheat while fishing. Otherwise, as long as he activated his divine sense, he would know exactly where the fish were and whether they had taken the bait. In fact, he could even reel in the fish as soon as it passed by the hook.

However, the joy of fishing lies in the anticipation of a fish biting the hook, the 'battle of wits' with it, and finally pulling it up into the net. Therefore, Ye Feng never uses his divine sense to cheat.

Ye Feng's habit undoubtedly aligned with the fisherman's thinking, but it was precisely because of this that he was completely unaware that he had already been targeted by Dumbledore until the 'enemy' sneaked up behind him and raided his base, at which point he was awakened.

“Vice Principal McGonagall, listen to my excuses, I won’t explain.”

“Mr. Ye Feng, you don’t need to explain to me. You can talk to Headmaster Dumbledore in the Headmaster’s office. I believe he will give you a satisfactory answer.”

Ye Feng: o(?^｀)o

Hearing McGonagall's words, Ye Feng felt somewhat helpless, but he was caught red-handed and there was nothing he could do. Just as he was about to reel in his line and obediently accept his punishment, the float on the water suddenly sank and went black (meaning the float sank completely into the water), and at the same time, a huge force came from the fishing rod.

"Whoosh~"

Ye Feng:!!!∑(?Д?ノ)ノ(???)?

puff~

Professor McGonagall:!!!∑(?Д?ノ)ノ

Professor McGonagall was stunned as she watched Ye Feng fly out and then fall into the Forbidden Lake with a splash. But she quickly recovered and immediately took out her wand to cast a spell. Dumbledore, who was watching from the window of the headmaster's office, was equally stunned by what he saw.

Although Harry was the prophesied child, the one who was destined to defeat Voldemort and save the wizarding world, he also saw Ye Feng's extraordinary talent. So, although he didn't value Ye Feng as much as he valued Harry, Ye Feng still held a significant place in his heart.

Therefore, the moment Dumbledore saw Ye Feng being dragged into the water by the creatures in the Forbidden Lake, he immediately used Apparition to appear next to Professor McGonagall, and his wand lit up the instant he appeared.

Just as Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore on the shore were anxiously trying to rescue Ye Feng, Ye Feng, who had been pulled into the water, was very excited because he saw the large cargo that had taken the hook and dragged him into the water.

What dragged him into the water wasn't the giant squid, but a silver fish that was a full meter long. Judging from its long and powerful body, it must taste delicious. So Ye Feng suddenly pulled the fishing rod, adjusted his body in the water, and stood up as if he were on the shore.

The instant Ye Feng stood upright in the water, the fishing rod in his hand was suddenly pulled into a large bow, and the frantically swimming fish was also pulled in place, its forward speed instantly reduced.

Seeing that he had control of the big fish, Ye Feng had a thought. The magic around him quietly took effect according to his thoughts, directly lifting his body and floating it to the surface of the lake.

As Ye Feng pulled the fishing rod to the surface, the water surface continued to surge. Dumbledore and McGonagall, who had already flown to the lake, were about to use magic to rescue Ye Feng from the water, but they were stunned the next second.

Ahead of them, a thin fishing rod swiftly broke through the water's surface and swayed constantly, the taut fishing line making a whistling sound as it was pulled rapidly to both sides.

But that wasn't the most shocking thing for them. What shocked them the most was that as the fishing rod slowly floated up, a little guy with a serious expression, controlling the fishing rod and 'fighting' the big fish in the lake, floated up from the lake.

"Levitation spell?"

"No wand, no incantation, how is this possible!"

"Silent, casting spells without any weapon... this... this is really a newly enrolled wizard? Or is it a monster?"

Ye Feng: (。oˇ?ˇo。)

“Even though you are my principal and vice-principal, I will still sue you for defamation if you talk about me like this.”

Of course, that's what he thought, but he couldn't say it like that. After all, he was currently under criminal charges, and whether or not he would be punished, and how much he would be punished, depended entirely on the mood of the two people. So Ye Feng wisely kept quiet and instead fought hard against the fish, trying to pull it ashore.

For some reason, Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall didn't move after seeing Ye Feng safe and sound, fighting the fish with great energy. They just stood quietly beside him and watched him until half an hour later when Ye Feng pulled the exhausted fish ashore.

"I never expected you could pull up such a big fish. It seems I underestimated you."

"Power far exceeding that of ordinary people, even adults, and the ability to cast spells silently and without a staff—Mr. Ye Feng, you have truly brought me many surprises. However, you have indeed violated the school's rules, so this fish is confiscated."

Ye Feng:!!!∑(?Д?ノ)ノ

"No, Headmaster Dumbledore! Punish me as you please, but please don't take away my fish! I'm willing to copy the school rules, once, twice, three times, as long as you don't take away my fish!"

"And Principal, I can guarantee that I will absolutely not cause any more trouble within a month!"

What's the biggest punishment for a fisherman? It's not going home empty-handed, nor having your fishing rod broken, nor being banned from fishing altogether. The biggest punishment for a fisherman is letting the fish escape just as they've landed it in the net, and the severity of the punishment is proportional to the size of the fish.

If an ordinary angler had caught a fish the size of the one Ye Feng had just caught and it got away, they might have regretted it as they closed their eyes, saying, "If only I had been more careful."

In the end, Ye Feng's fish was lost, but the good news was that it would be one of the main ingredients for dinner. As a price for confiscating the fish, Dumbledore did not impose any further punishment on him for coming here to fish, but this was actually the biggest punishment he could receive.

Therefore, while many students happily enjoyed the fish on the table in the evening, Ye Feng stared sullenly at the two-finger-sized piece of fried fish in front of him. Fortunately, tomorrow afternoon was the Flying Broom class, which made Ye Feng feel a little better.

"Hmph, Headmaster Dumbledore, you'll regret this decision! This month, I'll show you... what a cultivator truly is!!!"

"My poor big silver fish, you died so tragically! But you were really good at eating, and you can still move it after feeding you."

Chapter 24 Ye Feng: Wake-up service is now online, please accept.

"Is that Ye Feng? I never knew Asians could be so cute. What should I do? I'm suddenly starting to like him."

"Wake up, you're already a sixteen-year-old old maid while he's only an eleven-year-old child. You two aren't a good match."

"Who said I wanted to be his girlfriend? I can be his older sister. If I can bring such a cute little brother home during summer vacation, I don't think my mom will refuse."

“Cute? Only you Gryffindors would think he’s cute. I see another Weasley twin.”