[hp]Hogwarts Eastern Exchange Student

Peeves' help freed up a lot of time for us to make milk tea, and we even expanded into new desserts in the past two days. The Red, Yellow and Green Milk Tea Shop was also named the top 1 favorite Hogwarts food in the Hogwarts school newspaper.

Of course, this is indispensable to Passat, the founder of the school newspaper.

"You said...Does Professor McGonagall lick her fur when she is in Animagus form?"

Ron must have asked such a heartless question.

Then Hermione hit her head hard with a book.

Today I am the only one in the milk tea shop. Passat and Gemini both have classes, so the ones who came to help became the Harry trio.

There's also Draco who seems to be on the wrong set.

"Are you an idiot?" Draco frowned in disgust and sat far away from them.

"Why are you here if you hate us?" Harry slapped the straw on the table in displeasure.

Because of Buckbeak's incident, Harry and Draco basically fight each other whenever they meet. But the most difficult thing to understand is that they obviously hate each other so much, but Draco will always appear wherever Harry is. Out of seven days a week, four of them must be made in front of my milk tea shop.

"Are you here to help or are you here to cause trouble?"

As soon as I slapped the table, both of them took a breath and drank the drinks in their hands silently without saying a word.

"Hey, what are you talking about?" Nora came over and sat on the high stool in front of me, holding the menu and thinking.

"Hmm...I want a cup of coconut milk green, half sugar and no ice." Nora handed me the menu in her hand and said with a smile, "Swipe Master Malfoy's card."

Draco raised his eyebrows and was about to refuse when I quickly deducted the money from Draco's card.

Nora drank her milk-green drink contentedly and blinked innocently at Draco.

"Master Malfoy has taken away my Nimbus 2001. Why don't you allow me to drink a cup of milk tea to soothe my hurt heart?"

"Huh?" I looked at Draco, "Why did you take away Nora's broom?"

"I…"

"He wants me to burn the roster!"

Nora actively blocked Draco's words and stirred the coconuts in the cup aggrievedly, "I didn't agree, and then he took away my broom."

"My father bought that! Of course I have the right to decide the distribution of brooms!" Draco shouted angrily.

"Wait a minute," Harry asked, "What roster?"

"..." Nora pretended not to hear and turned to accuse Draco, "Your father bought it for the team!"

Nora who lost her broom was like a child who lost her candy, she was very irritable and unreasonable.

I took off Nora's hand that kept shaking me to let me do justice, and begged Draco, "Give it back to her quickly. Aren't you going to compete this week? What should I do if Nora doesn't handle the broom smoothly and performs abnormally?" .”

"That's it! My Reina and I have become one!" Nora shouted loudly.

"You actually gave the broom a name?" Hermione couldn't believe it.

"What's all the fuss about," Ron muttered quietly, "Why don't you give your Granger theory a name too..."

Ron then got Hermione's women's singles again.

"It's okay if I give her the broom back," Draco crossed his arms, "You go to Hogsmeade with me next Saturday."

"No." Harry refused faster than I could.

"Why do you make decisions for her! Who do you think you are?"

"I'm her boyfriend!" Harry said without thinking.

"What!?" Draco + Nora + Hermione + Ron exclaimed in unison.

Harry quietly looked at my face, which was more shocked than anyone else, and then he straightened his chest in dissatisfaction, and after a while he held back the words.

"Alternative."

Nora's eyes lit up, "Hey! How do you know you are the one on the roster--uh huh!"

I covered Nola’s mouth and dragged her to the side, “Sister, please shut up.”

"Do you dare to explain what you mean, Potter?" Draco clenched his fists, and shouted "Potter" harder than before, as if he was about to spray it in Harry's face.

I also looked at Harry in surprise.

When did he start treating me...

"What does it have to do with you, Malfoy."

Hermione looked at Harry with a face filled with relief. Nora looked at this and that, secretly grabbed a handful of melon seeds from her pocket and started to crack them.

Draco: "Of course it has something to do with me, I'm her boyfriend!"

Nora: "Crack, bang, bang -"

Me: "?? Why did you become my boyfriend?"

Nora: "Crack, bang, bang -"

Draco: "Hey! Didn't you promise me?"

Me: "What did I promise?? You never said anything about it."

Nora: "Crack, bang, bang -"

Harry: "Stop being so sentimental, Malfoy, Susu doesn't like you at all!"

Nora: "Crack, bang, bang -"

Draco: "Oh? Then she likes you?"

"Bang, bang—"

Me: "Can you please stop making such a fuss here? I'll be alone all my life. And - Nora Davis, please stop talking!"

The sound of cracking melon seeds made the three of us upset, and the three of us glared at each other. Nora at the bar was holding melon seeds in her mouth, and she would give them to Hermione and Ron sitting next to her from time to time.

Hermione waved her hand, "You three continue and don't worry about us."

Ron picked out a handful of caramel-flavored ones and said, "Keep going, I haven't seen this kind of Shura field for a long time. This is much more vivid than what Lockhart performed in class last year."

Nora: "Crack, bang, bang -"

Harry, Draco, me: "..."

After all the hard work, Nora finally went to the Quidditch field to fly around twice to get a feel for the broom before the game. This time the game was the College Cup competition between the Lion Court and the Snake Court. Flint had an early morning Call Nora to the Quidditch field to get a head start.

There were many new students in the Slytherin team lounge that I didn't know. I gave the cheering milk tea to them one by one.

"Thank you, senior~"

The new little boy was very sweet, and he pulled my sleeve and called me "Sister, Sister".

Draco has long been unhappy with these new kiddies. These annoying kids pretend to be innocent and ask questions, and now they are still dragging their senior sister greasyly!

"I advise you to put your hands down, otherwise I will make you feel what it means to be disabled in the next second."

Draco fiercely tore off the junior brother's hand, put his arm around my shoulders and led me forward. Before leaving, he glared at the junior boy fiercely, scaring him to the core.

"You scared the kid." I patted him gently.

Draco shrugged and refused to argue with me.

This time for the peak showdown between Slytherin and Gryffindor, the people in the stands were more excited than the Quidditch members. Especially Pansy, her voice was hoarse from shouting cheers for Slytherin.

"Drink some water." Blaise handed Pansy the hot cocoa that had been heated with a magic spell.

"Um...thank you." Pansy smiled shyly.

???

I was stunned and touched Daphne next to me, "Did the two of them... communicate in this way before?"

Shouldn't it be Blaise who laughs at Pansy's voice, and then Pansy chases Blaise and beats him?

Daphne looked at me thoughtfully and smiled relievedly, "Isn't this good?"

The new kid in Slytherin is really not easy. As a new batter, he can be said to be quick and accurate.

Every ball hit where it was supposed to go, and coupled with Flint's cruel plan, only half of the Gryffindors were left.

The weather was not very good today. The stormy and snowy day made it even harder to find the Golden Snitch. Harry and Draco were flying in the sky blankly. After a while, Harry seemed to have discovered the Golden Snitch, flying straight into the sky.

"It doesn't look good..." Astoria exclaimed, "He fell!"

A red figure fell from a height of fifty feet. Dumbledore shouted in the stands and caught Harry with the God Guard. Everyone was in chaos.

I hurriedly ran to the playing field, and Draco came over and stood next to me with a frown on his face, glancing towards Harry.

"Let's go take a look." Although he knew that Harry was fine, he still couldn't help but worry.

What if there were any internal injuries after falling from such a high place?

"I'm not going." Draco said awkwardly.

I pretended I didn't hear him and pulled Draco towards Harry.

Harry was lying on the ground unconscious, with small wounds all over his face and his face was pale. Ron and Hermione gathered around anxiously, and Dumbledore also ran down from the stands to help Harry.

Draco stretched his neck to look at it twice, then quickly retracted it, and said in a stiff tone, "Let's finish reading."

Seeing that Harry was indeed fine, I felt a little relieved.

Draco lowered his head and shook my cold hand. He reached out and took off his shawl and put it on me. He cast a few warming spells and said, "Go back quickly. It's too cold."

"But you..."

"I'm not cold." Draco wouldn't let me take off my cloak.

I couldn't resist him, so I took out a hand warmer from the storage ring and placed it in his hand. My fingertips brushed across Draco's storage ring of the same style as mine, which made me slightly absent-minded.

"Okay, go back quickly." Draco rubbed my head, turned around and ran to the Slytherin lounge.

"Well..." I stared at Draco's back blankly and wrapped the robe around me.

So warm...

Regarding the Quidditch match, Harry wasn't seriously injured, but his broomstick was in serious trouble.

Looking at the pile of broken brooms, Nora, a member of the Broom Fans Association, almost cried.

"Oh my gosh, I can't even imagine how desperate he was."

It's really desperate, but it seems like it's not just because of the broom...

"I'm sorry, Potter. The application clearly states that permission from a parent or guardian is required."

Professor McGonagall looked at Harry regretfully, "I am not qualified to sign this for you."

The trip to Hogsmeade on Halloween was very much anticipated, but since Harry had boasted about his aunt, it was naturally impossible for his uncle to give him an autograph.

"How about I imitate your uncle's signature?" Nora took the application form and thought about it.

Since the last time she and Hermione Ron watched the show together and developed a friendship over eating melon seeds, Nora has become a lot more familiar with the trio. Coupled with her sympathy for Harry's loss of his broom, Nora's first meeting with great interest A suggestion was to find a way to help Harry get through in front of Filch.

"Davis, what do you care about him?" Draco sat next to him and snorted disdainfully.

"Then what are you doing sitting here!" Ron glared at him.

You hate us but you always come to our side, are you a masochist?

"I'm not doing it for you." Draco rolled his eyes.

Nora looked at Draco for a long time, then quietly leaned into my ear, "Draco, has he been with you for too long? The rolling of his eyes is so like you."

“…” I decisively rolled my eyes at Nora.

After our experiments, it was impossible to imitate Uncle Harry's handwriting. There seems to be some kind of spell cast on the application form. It must have a recognized kinship relationship to be valid.

In other words, if I catch Sirius, it seems okay to ask him to sign it?

After all, the godfather is also the father.

"Forget it, I won't go if I can't go." Harry crumpled the application form into a ball irritably.

"We'll bring you sweets from Honeydukes," Hermione comforted.

"I'm fine." Harry said casually, but he couldn't help but feel disappointed in his voice.

A group of us walked to the front hall. Filch stood inside the door, checking everyone off with a long list, watching out for anyone who shouldn't be there to slip out.

Filch took my application form, glanced at me, and smiled menacingly with his jagged teeth.

"I'll catch your milk tea shop and throw you out of Hogwarts."

"Oh." I shrugged.

When I get back I'll have Peeves step up his pranks.

Harry wanted to follow us to the door, but he was stopped by Filch as soon as he took a step.

"You can't go out."

"I just wanted to send them off!" Harry said angrily.

"No." Filch was merciless at all. Facing Harry, a student who often caused trouble, Filch would naturally not like it.

But the more people Filch hates, the more I like them. It would be better if Filch could be deflated.

I thought for a while, took out a spiritual deed from the storage ring, took out the cinnabar pen and corrected it, and then glared at Harry who glared at Filch.

"Harry, please call me daddy."

Harry: "???"

This spiritual contract should be used to contract the transformed spirit beast, but I changed this spiritual contract into a blood spiritual contract.

As long as Harry calls me daddy and puts his fingerprint on the spiritual contract, then I will be his true wild daddy.

"Don't ask, just call me daddy!"

"Dad...?" Harry obviously didn't know what the Chinese word meant yet, but he still yelled obediently.

I grabbed Harry's hand and stamped it on the spiritual contract. The spiritual contract shone brightly and turned into a golden light that attached to his wrist to form a circle of patterns.

"This..." Harry looked at me confusedly. I smoothed out his balled-up application form and signed my name.

"This is impossible!" Filch stared at the qualified application form with wide eyes, "You are obviously not related by blood!"

"The godfather is the father, but the wild father is not the father?"

I slapped the application form in his hand, raised my neck and swaggered out of Hogwarts with the confused people.

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