[hp]Hogwarts Eastern Exchange Student

I don't know what Harry and the three of them are doing lately. Except during class time, I basically can't see the three of them.

We finally met once in the auditorium today. Harry turned around and left when he saw me.

"Did I do something?" I asked Draco confused.

Draco looked a little impatient, "Why are you talking to him? Didn't you see that everyone was staying away from him? You are the only one who is still rushing forward stupidly."

I looked at Harry's leaving figure and couldn't figure out what the plot was.

"Stop looking, hurry up and go back to the cellar after dinner. Blaise and the others will definitely start playing before we can."

Draco and I hurriedly grabbed a few mouthfuls of food and hurried to the cellar.

"Draco, slow down! I can't keep up with you!"

My legs are not as long as yours! ! ! Besides, you don’t have to be so addicted to mahjong.

After finally reaching the cellar door, they saw Crabbe and Goyle standing in front of the door stupidly.

"Why are you standing there stupidly?" Draco looked at them, "Have you been eating and drinking in the auditorium? Can you learn mahjong and blend in with us? Don't always think about eating."

Draco suddenly saw Percy standing next to him, "What are you doing down there, Weasley?"

Percy looked extremely indignant. "You need to show some respect to the prefects!" he said. "I don't like your attitude!"

"We only need to show respect to the Slytherin prefects" I glanced at Percy lightly.

To be honest, I don't like this Percy at all. He is completely different from other Weasleys. Weasley has always been a warm and upright image in my heart, but he is selfish, vain, and too pursuing fame and fortune.

Draco sneered, motioned for Crabbe and Goyle to follow, and pulled me towards the passage. "That Peter Weasley-"

"It's Percy," Crabbe suddenly interrupted to correct him.

I glanced at Crabbe in confusion. He avoided my gaze and did not look at me.

"Whatever he is," Draco said, "I've been noticing him sneaking around the area lately. I bet I know what he wants to do. He wants to capture the Heir of Slytherin."

Goyle suddenly squeezed in between Draco and me, seeming to be very interested in Draco's topic.

"What are you doing?" Draco looked at Goyle dissatisfied. Because Goyle squeezed in, he could only let go of my hand.

"Well - I forgot the password to open the door." Gore blocked me behind without leaving any trace.

"What an idiot." Draco sarcastically said, "This week's password is pure blood."

As soon as the voice fell, a stone door hidden in the stone wall slowly opened. Slytherin's common room is a long, narrow basement with walls and ceilings made of rough stone. Round, glowing green lights are tied to chains and hung from the ceiling. Under the beautifully carved mantel, a fire crackled, reflecting the figures of several Slytherin students sitting on carved chairs.

"A pair of circles!"

"Yes!"

"do you want?"

"No."

"Ha, bomb! You can't care about it."

Pansy stepped on the stool, holding the cards in one hand and pointing at Blaise with the other hand, "Quick, quick, pay, pay, you have six cards left in your hand."

"You didn't wait for me!" Draco yelled, rushed forward and grabbed Blaise by the collar, shaking him vigorously. "Didn't we agree to play together! How did you end up playing Landlord!!"

"Brothers, don't be excited, you see Pansy has won so much." Blaise motioned Draco to look at the gold Galleons in front of Pansy, and whispered in Draco's ear, "Do you want to win all the gold Galleons?" Win? We'll do it in a moment—"

I looked at Blaise who had the bad idea speechlessly, turned my head and said to Pansy, "I guess he has another bad idea to win your money."

"With their luck, it's still too early for them to win against me." Pansy shook her short black hair with a look of disdain.

Behind me, Ron, who was pretending to be Crabbe, was stunned and yelled at Goyle next to him, "Harry... did you see it? That's gold galleons, they are actually gambling with gold galleons! My Merlin!" "

Harry, who was pretending to be Goyle, was also shocked, "What are they playing? Cards?"

"Why are you standing there stupidly? Come here and try my new sweet-scented osmanthus cake." I saw Crabbe and Goyle looking at the pile of gold galleons stupidly, feeling a little confused.

They never seem to be interested in money...

Say-

"Goyle, why are you wearing glasses?" When did he become myopic?

Gore took off his glasses in a panic, "Uh, I, I read."

"I really didn't know you were literate." Draco quickly took away the plate with the sweet-scented osmanthus cake and leaned on the sofa with his legs crossed.

"Hey, how could you take them all away!" I pretended to grab it, and Draco turned the plate around, moved it a little to the side, leaving a seat for me, and put one hand on the backrest to pick at me. Raising an eyebrow, "Sit down and I'll give it to you."

"you--"

Just as I was about to speak, Goyle strode forward and sat in the seat Draco left for me. Goyle was very strong and the sofa was very small. Draco put a hand on the backrest. From what I could see, it looked like Draco was holding Goyle in his arms, and the two of them were still close to each other.

"Pfft." I heard Crabbe laugh.

Draco looked like he had eaten booger-flavored beans and glared at Goyle angrily, "What are you doing sitting here!"

Gao Er looked innocent, "I also want to eat sweet-scented osmanthus cake."

"Here, give it," Draco gave him the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, stood up and sat across from him.

"By the way, my dad just sent me something interesting. You will definitely laugh when you read it." Draco took out something that looked like a newspaper clipping and handed it to Crabbe and Goyle.

Crabbe smiled very reluctantly and handed it to Goyle again. It was cut from the Daily Prophet and it read - Arthur Weasley, Director of the Department of Investigating the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts at the Ministry of Magic, was today fined fifty for bewitching a Muggle car. Galleons.

The enchanted car crashed at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry earlier this year, and one of the school's trustees, Mr. Lucius Malfoy, recently called to ask for Mr. Weasley's resignation.

Draco said contemptuously, "Looking at the behavior of the Weasley family, you really can't tell that they are pure-blooded wizards. They should just stick their wands in half and become Muggles."

Ron's face - Crabbe's face to be precise - twisted in anger.

"What's wrong with you, Crabbe?" Draco asked fiercely.

"Stomach hurts." 'Crabbe' frowned fiercely and said through gritted teeth.

I pushed Draco gently, "Don't be so cruel."

"You're not a Slytherin anymore, why do you always talk to Gryffindor?" Draco said dissatisfied, "You actually make friends with Scarhead and the others, hehe, a savior, a pure-blood traitor , and there is a muddy—a descendant of Muggles, I really don’t know what you think.”

"Draco!" I yelled at him with my eyes wide open, "Can't you be nice to my friends!"

Draco stood up and wanted to argue with me, but 'Goyle' suddenly stood in front of me, holding up the osmanthus cake in his hand. "M-er, Draco, do you want some more?"

"What happened to you today?" Draco asked 'Goyle' angrily. This was the third time Goyle interrupted him.

I heard 'Crabbe' whisper "My Merlin", and then thought of the series of weird actions they performed today.

Polyjuice Potion?

I couldn't help but laugh when I looked at 'Gower' who was trying his best to act stupid.

They are here to inquire about the heir of Slytherin, and I can't let them go away empty-handed.

"By the way Draco, I heard them talking about Harry being the heir of Slytherin again this morning." I pretended to mention it casually.

"Call him Potter!" Draco was extremely insistent on Harry's name, and from the corner of my eye, I saw that Harry seemed a little angry.

"That scarred head is the heir? Ha, what a big joke, why don't they say Dumbledore is the grandfather of You-Know-Who?" Draco said in a weird long voice, making a creepy joke.

"Then you must know who is controlling all this..." 'Crabbe' asked anxiously.

"You know I don't know! How many times do you want me to tell you?" Draco said impatiently, "My father refused to tell me the details of the last time he was opened. Of course, it was fifty years ago He was not born yet, but he knew everything. He said everything was confidential, and if I knew too much, I would look suspicious. But there is one thing I know: the secret room was opened last time At that time, a mud-well, a Muggle-born wizard died. So I dare say that one must die this time, and I hope-"

"You want a fool! You just want it if it has anything to do with you. Stop playing Landlords, kids want to get involved in everything." I gave him a slap in the face without hesitation.

"Susan Lin! How could you hit me on the head!" How could Malfoy be hit on the head!

"I've already beaten you. Is it useful to ask why? I'll beat you again next time you say something like this." Draco, you deserve to be suspected.

"You-" 'Crabbe' pointed at 'Goyle' in horror, and the lightning-shaped scar gradually appeared on 'Goyle's' forehead. 'Crabbe's hair was slowly turning red too.

"Why are you two so surprised today?" Draco looked at them unhappily, not noticing anything strange about them yet.

I quickly buckled the hoods of 'Crabbe' and 'Goyle' wizard robes and pushed them towards the cellar door. "Crabbe doesn't have a stomachache? You two go to the hospital wing to get some medicine and walk quickly."

‘Goyle’ picked up ‘Crabbe’ and rushed towards the stone wall quickly, then ran wildly in the corridor. Slowly, they changed back to their original appearance.

Harry and Ron rushed into the bathroom, and Harry looked at his face in the cracked mirror. He returned to normal, put on his glasses, and knocked heavily on the door of Hermione's private room.

"Hermione, come out, we have a lot to tell you—"

"Go away!" Hermione piped up.

Harry and Ron looked at each other in surprise.

"What's going on?" Ron said, "You must have returned to normal now, we..."

Weeping Myrtle suddenly appeared from the crack in the door of the single room. Harry had never seen her look so happy.

"Oh, wait and see," she said, "It's terrible!"

They heard the lock slide open and Hermione emerged, sobbing, her robes pulled up over her head.

"What's wrong?" Ron said uncertainly, "Do you still have Millicent's nose or something?"

Hermione let her robes fall, and Ron took a step back, bumping against the sink.

Her face was covered with black hair, her eyes had turned yellow, and two long pointed ears protruded from her hair.

"That's a cat hair!" she cried miserably. "Millison must have a cat! But this Polyjuice Potion is not used to transform animals!"

"What bad luck," said Ron.

"You'll be teased to no end," Myrtle said happily.

"It's okay, Hermione," Harry said quickly, "We'll take you to the hospital wing. Madam Pomfrey never asks questions..."

"Forget it," Hermione covered her face, "You'd better tell me what you found out first."

Harry and Ron explained the process in detail.

"It seems that you have been discovered by Su Su." Hermione said with certainty.

"Susu is really nice," Ron said happily, suddenly meeting Harry's deep eyes, and quickly explained, "I mean as friends!"

Harry stopped looking at him and persuaded Hermione earnestly, "Let's go to the hospital wing. You cover your face with your robe so others won't see it."

It took them a while to persuade Hermione to leave the bathroom. Moaning Myrtle laughed gleefully and loudly, causing them to move even faster.

After seeing off Harry and Ron at the cellar door, Draco looked at the strange behavior of the three of us and asked, "What happened to them?"

I lied without changing my face and my heart didn't beat, "Damn it, I must be hungry."