[hp]Hogwarts Eastern Exchange Student

Harry was called aside by Hermione, and the two of them muttered together and didn't know what they were talking about. After a while, Harry came over with a bad expression.

"Harry? Just in time, help me get that wrench."

I lowered my head and poked the ice shaver in my hand, freeing one hand to wave Harry over.

How could this Passat use the machine like this!

How dare you put pearls in the shaved ice machine!

Do you have any disease? ?

The Passat that had just finished class stood apologetically next to me and accepted my scolding. George leaned on the bar and shared a small cake with Fred with a smile, and occasionally laughed at the Passat.

Harry didn't say anything after handing me the wrench. He stood silently beside me, not knowing what to think. He didn't even accept the small cake that George handed him.

Hermione patted Harry on the shoulder, took George's cake, took a bite with a fork and put it in her mouth, her voice slurred. "Harry, you have to know that this kind of thing will not wait for anyone. If you miss it, you will miss it. Seize the opportunity quickly."

"Huh? What chance?"

Ron, who was about to get the third piece of cake, suddenly raised his ears and came over, but was pushed away by Hermione in disgust.

"Go, go, eat your cake." Hermione looked like she didn't want to elaborate. Ron looked at her in confusion for two seconds and decided to give up on seeking the truth. He shrugged and took away a large piece of chocolate.

Harry was also speechless by his good brother's heartless attitude, and sighed helplessly when he met Hermione's gaze.

Since Hermione is planning to help herself, I have to work harder...

Harry took a deep breath and walked towards me.

"Do you need help?"

Seeing Harry's eager face, I handed him the wrench blankly, "Well, just use the wrench to tighten this."

Boys are indeed stronger than girls. It didn’t take much force for Harry to tighten the nut that I hadn’t tightened even though I was grinning. Then he looked at me with his big green eyes, his eyes revealing I still want to continue working.

"..." You don't have to be so diligent.

In the next two days, Harry seemed to be stationed at the milk tea shop permanently. He came here to work every day, as diligent as a little bee.

"Don't you think...is there something wrong with him?" Passat pointed to Harry who was cooking pearls and asked quietly in my ear.

To be honest, his behavior is really difficult to understand.

Originally, because the milk tea shop had too many customers, other people would often come to help, like Qiu and Said, and they would be paid hourly wages when they came to help.

But I mentioned the salary to Harry yesterday, and Harry resolutely refused the salary I wanted to give him, and wanted to give me the key to the Gringotts vault to prove that he was not short of money.

Is it popular nowadays to throw money at people? ?

That's the old Potter family's savings! Is it really okay for you to just give it away casually? ?

When I think about it, this is the fourth time I've been thrown money at someone.

The first time Tony chartered a plane, the second time Jiumu Bai gave him a jade pendant, the third time Draco recharged his gold card, and the fourth time Harry gave him the key.

What kind of money-attracting physique do I have...

"Maybe he's been too busy recently...?" I hesitated and looked at Harry who was cleaning the bar table again.

Doesn't he need to follow the plot these two days? ? ?

The Passat seemed to understand something when he looked at Harry who was glancing here frequently, and suddenly leaned over and pinched my face and led me forward.

"???" I looked at the suddenly enlarged face in front of me in confusion.

"What are you doing? Is there something on my face?" As I said that, I reached for the mirror on the right.

"Don't move." Passat's big hands pinched the lower half of my face to prevent me from moving, but its eyes always drifted behind me.

"Suddenly I realized that I seem to have unspeakable feelings for you." Passat looked at me emotionally, but his tone was very stiff.

"..." I looked at him expressionlessly.

You are sick?

Passat ignored my expression and continued, "My love for you is like the surging river, like the vast sea, the strong wind rolling up the dark clouds, between the dark clouds and the sea, the petrel - ah no, Su Su Ah! I love—"

Harry suddenly rushed over, and with quick eyes and hands, he stuffed the rag for cleaning the bar into his mouth, stretched out his hand to protect me behind his back and put some distance between me and the Passat.

Passat: "Huh!?"

"My hand slipped. I'm very sorry, Senior Delange." Harry apologized emotionlessly, turned around, and pulled me away with smooth movements.

Passat: ...You are so cruel! !

Harry pulled me for a while, and I finally couldn't help holding my stomach and bending over with laughter.

"Hahahahahaha the Passat is making me laugh to death!"

Harry frowned, as if he didn't understand why I was so happy. In his eyes, the Passat's actions were considered quite offensive.

"You don't have to worry too much," I wiped away the tears from my eyes. "The Passat is just a joke. He is not that kind of person."

Harry's eyebrows were still frowning tightly and his tone was serious.

"Su Su, not everyone is a pure-minded person, especially men. He is obviously taking advantage of you. If he had sense, he would not treat you like that."

Because he is a woman!

I complained in my mind, and gave Passat a hard thumbs up. It's not like he hasn't mentioned physical contact before. He always relies on us to know the basics and then hook up with me!

How many peach blossoms have I lost because of him!

"Anyway, he - well, he's really a nice person anyway."

"Then I can't tolerate a boy touching you in front of me!" Harry yelled, but was startled by his own mood swings, and quickly explained after reacting.

"I'm sorry, I, I mean..."

"I understand you are doing it for my own good," I smiled reassuringly at him, "Don't worry, if you are curious about the Passat, you can ask George or Fred."

I had no sympathy at all and snickered in my heart.

I'm sure they'll be happy to tell you about the Passat's sexual orientation.

We didn't discuss this matter for long.

Because the next class is the Defense Against the Dark Arts class that I have been waiting for!

Professor Lupine is a very gentle and amiable person, if you ignore the scar on his face.

He led the students to the end of the faculty lounge, where an old wardrobe stood.

Harry and I arrived a little late, and just when I was about to sneak in and close the door, I turned around and realized that the person standing next to me was actually Draco.

After the last kiss on the cheek incident, Draco was waiting for me in the lounge and seemed to be about to say something, but I slapped him on the head and knocked him out.

Being kissed by someone you like should be a joyful thing. But it was at that embarrassing moment when I decided to give up my unrequited love, so I have been avoiding him for the past two days. Even the potions class was specially moved to Nora's side to avoid close contact with Draco.

At least let me clarify my feelings before talking about it.

But I was actually caught by Draco right at this door...

"Hi?" I greeted awkwardly.

Draco raised his eyebrows when he saw Harry next to me, and stood next to me without showing his expression.

Harry looked up at him and stood on the other side of me unwilling to be outdone. A strange atmosphere flowed between the two of them.

"..." I was caught in the middle, weak and helpless, and I didn't dare to move.

At this moment, the cabinet at the end of the room suddenly moved, shaking violently and banging against the wall, which scared me.

"Don't be afraid." Draco held my hand under his robe and took me to his side.

Harry also noticed something strange about me, and reached out to hold my other hand, raising it to an angle where everyone could see it, and asked worriedly, "Are you still scared like this?"

...I was really just shocked.

Holding hands is indeed an intimate gesture, but my hand was being held by two people each, just like a child being taken out to play by his parents. Especially judging from his height, it felt like a family of three looked at each other...

The two of them were still secretly competing, pulling left and right, and I was like a rope in a tug-of-war, swinging back and forth in the middle.

I pulled out my hand expressionlessly and held their hands together.

"It's been a long time since we got together. It's good to leave without saying goodbye."

As soon as the two hands touched each other, they were thrown away. Draco rubbed hard on his robe, and Harry also had a look of disgust on his face.

Fortunately, the two of them no longer play this boring tug-of-war.

"do not worry."

Professor Lupine calmly reassured everyone, patted the shoulder of Neville next to him comfortingly and explained, "There is a Boggart in there."

As if it had a backlash, Neville trembled even more.

"Boggarts like dark, enclosed spaces," Professor Lupine said. "Wardrobes, the space under the bed, the cupboard under the sink - one time I came across an old clock hidden inside an ancestor's clock. This one was yesterday It moved in in the afternoon, and I asked the principal and the faculty if we could leave it alone and give my third-year students some practice opportunities.”

Professor Lupine took a few steps and asked us, "What is a Boggart?"

Hermione was the first to raise her hand again, and spoke her opinion loudly before the call was made.

"It's a shape-shifting thing," she said. "It can take on whatever image it thinks will scare us the most."

Professor Lupine nodded appreciatively, "Well said, Miss Granger."

"So, the Boggart sitting in the darkness inside the closet has not yet taken on any form. It doesn't know what can scare people outside the door. No one knows what the Boggart looks like when he is alone. , but when I release it, it will immediately become what each of us fears the most.”

"This means," Professor Lu Hu continued, deliberately ignoring everyone's gasps, "before we start, we have a huge advantage over Boggarts. You have found this advantage. Yes, Harry?"

"Huh?" Harry, who was wiping his hands vigorously, was stunned by the question. Everyone's eyes were focused on him, which made him a little embarrassed. Trying hard to ignore Draco's gloating laughter next to him, he rubbed his head helplessly.

"Probably...because there are so many of us, it shouldn't know what it will become?"

"That's right," Professor Lupin said, giving him another airy look.

"Even if you answer the question correctly, you can't have a romantic relationship in class, got it?"

Harry followed Lupin's gaze to his hands, and realized that what he was rubbing just now was not his own hair.

I looked at him speechlessly for a long time.

If you rub your head, just rub your head. What does it mean if you rub my head?

I hadn't combed my hair today, but after Harry rubbed it, the top of my head had become a mess...

Draco stepped forward and slapped Harry's hand away angrily, and turned to block me on the other side.

"Is this your upbringing, Potter?"

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