Suitcases enchanted with the Undetectable Extension Charm were highly specialized. The smaller the exterior and the larger the interior, the more valuable they became.
For someone like Ron, who had grown up in a struggling household, seeing such an expensive item up close was almost a crushing experience.
Meanwhile, Lin Mei calmly flipped through the book in his hands—a guide to various minor spells and their applications.
Unfortunately, it only listed spell names and their uses but didn't include the actual incantations.
The owner of Flourish and Blotts had refused to sell Lin Mei any spellbooks containing actual spells, citing his age and lack of formal magical training. According to the bookseller, Lin Mei would have to wait until his second year before he could purchase such material.
But Lin Mei found this reasoning odd.
Merchants rarely turned down profit. And given that he had spent a significant sum at the bookstore, he should have been treated like a valued customer.
His best guess? Professor McGonagall had something to do with it.
Back in the dormitory, Ron, having discovered Lin Mei's unexpected wealth, immediately fell into silent despair.
However, as he was still just a kid, Harry quickly distracted him with some sweets, and soon enough, Ron was back to his usual self.
Unlike Lin Mei, who remained energized, Harry and the others were utterly exhausted from the long train ride and the overwhelming day of magical discoveries.
Before long, they were fast asleep.
Only Lin Mei remained awake, engrossed in his book.
The Next Morning
The first class of the day was Transfiguration with Professor McGonagall.
After an extensive lecture filled with complex notes, she tasked the students with turning their matchsticks into silver needles.
Lin Mei was the first to succeed.
A few seats away, Hermione was the second.
"It seems I have two talented young wizards in my class," Professor McGonagall remarked with a rare smile.
Lin Mei nodded politely, though he wasn't entirely sure how he had learned so quickly.
He had only watched McGonagall demonstrate once, yet somehow, he knew the process instinctively.
It was an odd, almost unnatural feeling.
Of course, the moment was somewhat dampened by Hermione's piercing gaze.
She was clearly displeased about being second to Lin Mei, her competitive spirit refusing to accept the slight delay in her success.
Defense Against the Dark Arts
This class, however, was utterly dull.
Professor Quirrell—still possessed by Voldemort—spent the entire lesson feeding the students exaggerated, likely fabricated tales of his past.
His stories were so ludicrous that Lin Mei could barely suppress his disbelief.
And as expected, Quirrell taught nothing of actual value.
Friday: Potions Class
Today, Lin Mei had two Potions lessons—shared with Slytherin.
He arrived early, though instead of reading One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi or Magical Drafts and Potions, he was deep into another book.
After all, he had already committed those textbooks to memory.
Soon, the Slytherin students began filing in.
The moment they spotted Lin Mei, some of them shot him open looks of disdain.
His remarks on the flawed ideology of blood purity had clearly spread.
Now, whenever these so-called pureblood elites flaunted their heritage around students from other houses, they were met with mocking comparisons to rare pets—an indirect slap in the face.
Draco Malfoy entered moments later, his glare laced with pure hostility.
Unlike the others, his anger ran deeper.
And he had only himself to blame.
Even among Slytherins, some students viewed Malfoy's current predicament with a sense of schadenfreude.
Had he not come from one of the Sacred Twenty-Eight pureblood families, he might have faced worse consequences for dragging his house into an embarrassing situation.
Still, Malfoy wasn't one to let things go.
Without a word, he took a seat directly behind Lin Mei.
His gaze burned into Lin Mei's back.
Then—thwack!
A crumpled piece of parchment struck the back of Lin Mei's head.
Heh.
Lin Mei smirked. He had no intention of letting such a childish provocation slide.
Turning sharply in his seat, he locked eyes with Malfoy.
Malfoy's expression was one of amusement, challenge, and a twisted sense of pleasure.
"What are you looking at?" Malfoy sneered.
Lin Mei's lips curled into a smirk. "You really think that just because Snape is teaching today, you can act out without consequence?"
Before Malfoy could react, Lin Mei vanished from his seat—
—and reappeared right behind him.
A split second later, Lin Mei's fist drove into Malfoy's abdomen.
With a choked gasp, Malfoy doubled over, his bravado instantly collapsing as he turned into a limp, gasping mess.
"Lin Mei! What are you doing?!" A Slytherin student yelped in fear. "You do know fighting is against school rules, right?"
Lin Mei arched a brow. "Which eye of yours saw me use magic? Have I even drawn my wand?"
The student faltered. "I… well…"
Lin Mei didn't wait for an answer.
Grabbing Malfoy by the collar, he lifted him effortlessly, as if carrying a helpless kitten, and started walking toward the classroom door.
"Lin Mei—what are you—?!"
The Slytherin students hesitated, wanting to stop Lin Mei from dragging Malfoy away.
But the moment Lin Mei turned to face them, an indescribable pressure settled over the group.
This wasn't the aura of an ordinary first-year wizard.
Lin Mei had faced and eliminated far deadlier threats in the Marvel world—terrorists, criminals, and superpowered enemies. Compared to them, a few overconfident Slytherins were nothing.
His sheer presence, combined with his overwhelming magical energy, was enough to silence them completely.
Not a single student dared to speak.
Without sparing them another glance, Lin Mei continued hauling Malfoy outside, utterly indifferent to whether the boy wanted to go or not.
Meanwhile, Harry, Ron, and Hermione, who had been on their way to class, spotted the scene from a distance.
They exchanged glances.
"...Should we stop him?" Ron whispered.
Harry shook his head. "Class is about to start, and it's Snape's lesson. We'll ask Lin Mei or someone else after class."
Reluctantly, they let it go—for now.
Potions Class
Lin Mei entered the classroom just before Snape.
He took his seat, noting that Hermione was sitting beside him.
The moment Snape swept into the room, his black robes billowed behind him as he delivered his opening remarks in a cold, precise voice:
"In my class, I expect students to arrive early."
His gaze swept over the room.
"There will be no foolish wand-waving here. No unnecessary spellwork."
Then, his eyes landed on Lin Mei's desk.
"And most importantly—no irrelevant books in my classroom."
Lin Mei blinked in confusion.
The two required textbooks—One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi and Magical Drafts and Potions—had mysteriously vanished from his desk.
Instead, only the books he had originally placed there remained.
From the corner of his eye, he noticed Hermione glancing sharply at Ron, who sat just a few seats away.
Ron, avoiding eye contact, had discreetly propped Lin Mei's missing books in front of himself, as if shielding them from view.
Lin Mei's mouth twitched.
He sighed, raising a hand to stop Hermione before she could report Ron.
It didn't matter anymore. Even if he retrieved the books now, the damage was done—Snape had already set his sights on him.
Originally, Snape had planned to target Harry in this lesson.
But now, it was clear—Lin Mei had just become the new focus of his ire.
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