[hp]Hogwarts Eastern Exchange Student

The freshmen of Slytherin followed their prefects to the cellar. The prefect carefully explained to them the precautions of Hogwarts. Since I was also a newcomer, I also listened carefully.

"Miss Lin," the prefect suddenly called me, "your dormitory has been arranged. You and Miss Davis will share a room. She will help you get familiar with Hogwarts."

A girl with blond wavy hair walked out next to me, walked over and took my hand, "Hi, I'm Nora Davis."

ah! It's a beauty!

I gave her a reserved and friendly smile, "Hello, I'm Susan Lin." I still felt a toothache when I said my name.

Nora Davis took me into the Slytherin girls' dormitory. There were two large beds in the middle of the spacious room. The beds were hung with dark green curtains. The right side was filled with various things about Quidditch. The bed A photo of a Quidditch player was posted on his head.

I didn’t expect that my roommate’s hobbies would be so rough. He obviously looks very quiet.

Nora Davis is tall, but has a round loli face and long blond hair hanging on her shoulders. She has the look of my favorite little royal princess!

"Lin, your bed is over here," Nora Davis said, helping me move my luggage to the bed.

"Just call me Susan"

"Then you can also call me Nora! I'm so happy that I won't sleep alone in such a big room anymore. You know, girls are always scared late at night." Nora said helplessly to me.

Seeing me curiously looking at the Quidditch photo posted on her bedside, I touched my nose shyly, "He's very handsome, isn't he."

Hmm... To be honest, I don't really like this tough guy image, but when my friend Amway idols her idols, I must praise her for being handsome!

I nodded seriously, "He's really handsome. Is he a star?"

Next, continue chatting with this topic. It’s not enough to praise someone handsome. You have to show that you are truly attracted and want to know more. In this way, you will definitely have a pleasant chat to increase your goodwill!

This is: as long as you like xx, we are sisters!

Girls make friends really easily...

Apparently, Nora was impressed with the set, and started telling me about the man on the poster, "He's the Bulgarian Seeker, the best and the youngest..."

Very good, we had a great evening.

However, the consequences of chatting too much are...

We both got up late!

"Quick, quick, quick! Susan, bring the book! It's not this one!!! Ahhhhh, it's too late!"

In the chaos, we finally prepared everything and ran frantically towards the auditorium.

"Huh, we're in time for dinner." Nora sat on the stool and took a breathless sip of pumpkin juice.

I was too tired to speak and slumped on the table motionless.

Pansy sneered at me dissatisfiedly because I sat next to Draco. I didn't have time to argue with children.

Draco was a little disgusted with our unladylike posture and asked me with a frown, "Why did you come?"

I stood up and looked at Nora sadly, "It's not because of Nora! You taught me Quidditch all night!"

Draco glanced at Nora in surprise. He really didn't know that this weak-looking girl could actually play Quidditch.

I ran so hard that I had no energy at all, and it took a lot of effort to pick up the fork.

Draco was about to laugh at my posture, but seeing how weak I looked, he held back. He reached out and brought a bowl of porridge in front of me, "Why don't you eat something if you are so weak? Look at Crabbe and Goyle. You should learn more from them, I don’t need friends who are too weak to hold a wand.”

He is indeed a stinky kid! I don’t need a friend who talks about my father every day!

I bit my spoon angrily and looked at Krall and Goyle who had their heads buried in the pile of food.

Why should I compare with them? ! ! I don’t want to eat so much!

Thinking about the current situation, I suppressed all my complaints.

Can't be angry! Can't be angry! He is the eldest brother now, so he can't be angry!

I took the spoon and pounded the porridge in the bowl. The porridge was so sticky that I couldn't tell what it was made of. I looked at the pickled herrings and bacon on the table again and sighed.

Alas, I miss the preserved egg and lean meat porridge and soy milk fried dough sticks downstairs so much.

I was about to put the porridge in my mouth with a look of death on my face, when I heard a commotion above my head. Hundreds of owls swarmed in, circling the auditorium, dropping letters and packages into the conversing crowd.

Draco received candy made for him by his mother, Clara and Goyle also received handmade cakes from their parents, and Nora's was a letter.

And I was startled by the owl throwing something, the porridge, before I even got it into my mouth.

Seeing Draco showing off his mother's candies, I twitched the corners of my mouth in disdain, ashamed of my angry behavior with the child just now.

Draco is only twelve, so I have nothing to argue with him. Even though my current body is only twelve years old...

So everyone got their packages and I was the only one who looked out of place and all I wanted to do now was drink my porridge.

Suddenly Draco handed me a small package, and I looked at him doubtfully.

Draco twisted his neck uncomfortably, "Take this."

I felt even more guilty, well, Draco is just a weird kid.

I put the sweets in my pocket and planned to continue drinking my porridge. As soon as the porridge was brought to my mouth, a loud sound came from the Gryffindor table. The sound filled the whole hall and scared me so much that I dropped my spoon into the bowl. , porridge, once again did not reach my mouth.

"I wouldn't be surprised at all if they fire you for stealing a car. Let's see how I deal with you then. You probably haven't thought about how your father and I felt when we found out the car was gone... "

It was a woman's shout that came from the long Gryffindor table, causing the plates and spoons on the table to rattle, and the echoes from the surrounding stone walls to be deafening. Everyone in the auditorium turned around to see who had received the shouting letter. I stretched my neck and looked toward the voice, only to see an orange head huddled in a chair.

This familiar plot... is the roaring letter Ron received!

I turned my attention to the black-haired little boy next to him. He had messy black hair and black-rimmed glasses. He was my little Harry!

I looked at him with loving eyes, oh, my savior is so cute.

Maybe my gaze was too explicit, Harry felt a little uncomfortable, and when he turned around, he met my loving (crossed out) gaze.

It was the first time that a girl stared at him so directly. Harry turned his head. After thinking for a long time, he couldn't remember that he knew someone like me. Besides, he was still sitting next to Draco Malfoy, so he turned around. I asked the person next to me.

"Hermione, who is the girl next to Malfoy?"

Hermione looked back at me and said, "That's the new exchange student from the magic school in the East. The night you came to school on the speed car." Hermione rolled her eyes at this.

"Oh Merlin, she is so beautiful, but why is she a Slytherin?" Ron next to him looked regretful.

Of course I couldn't hear what they were saying while sitting on the long Slytherin table. I could only see three little heads whispering together, which was so cute.

Draco next to him looked gloating, "It seems they are in trouble this time. It would be best to expel them both. It would be best to expel Weasley from the Ministry of Magic, these pro-Muggle traitors."

Crabbe and Goyle next to them also burst into weird laughter, and even Nora covered her mouth and laughed secretly.

Wasn't I a Muggle before time travel? Purebloods are really unfriendly.

I suppressed my dissatisfaction and asked, pretending to be curious, "What is a Muggle?"

"Muggles are people who don't know magic." Pansy raised her head proudly, her eyes seeming to scorn me for asking such a stupid question.

"And wizards of Muggle origin are the lowest," Draco added next to him, looking at Hermione at the Gryffindor table with unknown meaning.

I curled my lips, if you knew that the Muggle world had written a lot of fan fiction about you and Hermione, you would still be so angry that you would vomit blood.

"Why are Muggles of low blood? Aren't all wizards descendants of Merlin? Are pure-blooded children considered to be biological children, and non-pure-blooded children to be illegitimate children?"

They were obviously shocked by my remarks. Although they wanted to refute, they suddenly felt that it made sense...

"Cough" obviously couldn't dwell on this issue anymore, so Noila found a different topic.

"Then in the East, everyone can learn that, um, magical art?"

"Oh no, some people don't have wisdom and are not suitable for learning. We call those people mortals."

What I said was very novel to Westerners, and everyone around me came to listen to me.

"But mortals are not humble," I added. "The country I live in is called China. It has a history of five thousand years. We all belong to the descendants of Yan and Huang. We are united and strong and will not discriminate. And now we Taoist priests are the same as wizards. , are also in seclusion, and there are far more mortals than us."

Draco asked me a little confused, "Who is Yanhuang?"

"The Two First Rulers in History."

"Descendants of Yan and Huang? Descendants of two men?"

"..." Brother, your question is really tricky.

I explained helplessly, "Of course we were not born between them. The earliest mythology says that we were kneaded out of mud by Nuwa." Of course, this is just a myth.

Huh? So we are the real Mudbloods? Okay, my brain twitched.

This topic is indeed very misleading. Just as I was about to explain it to them, I saw the Slytherin students looking at me in surprise.

"It's the mysterious Chinese after all," I heard a seventh grader mutter.

I still won’t explain it...