[hp]Hogwarts Eastern Exchange Student

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"I know Sirius is here for me," Harry said muffledly as he buried himself on the sofa in the private room of the milk tea shop. "I heard Mr. Weasley talk about it, but I didn't expect him to really do it." Able to enter the school..."

When he sighed for the third time, Hermione could no longer bear to see him giving up on himself, so she straightened his body and stuffed a small piece of cake into his mouth.

"Don't be so pessimistic. Who can be sure that he will definitely come to you after escaping from prison? Even if he comes to Hogwarts, it's possible..."

"Meeting Professor Dumbledore for tea and reminiscing about old times?" Ron answered.

"..." Hermione glared at him.

"Reminiscing about old times?" Harry struggled to swallow the cake in his mouth and asked doubtfully, "What is he reminiscing about? He was also a student at Hogwarts before?"

"There's no suspense, okay." As soon as I opened the box door, I heard Harry and the others talking about this matter.

Ever since Sirius scratched his paw on the Fat Lady's portrait, all kinds of shocking rumors have spread throughout Hogwarts.

Some said that Sirius was three meters tall and had two ferocious fangs. Others said that Sirius was actually a blood-sucking monster wearing a black robe. Even worse, they said that Sirius was an extremely ugly goblin.

...Then he was deducted twenty points by the beloved headmaster of Ravenclaw.

"Most of the wizards in the UK now graduated from Hogwarts. After all, this is the only school nearby. Moreover, Sirius is your parents' classmate."

"what!?"

Harry's eyes widened in shock, and Ron was so shocked that he even dropped the cake in his mouth, muttering strangely, "Why didn't my dad mention it to me..."

"I have a question!" Hermione raised her hand in confusion and hurriedly asked before I could say anything, "Then maybe they are friends!"

"Impossible!" This time Ron felt that his little head suddenly understood, "If they are friends, then how could Sirius be a Death Eater and still want to kill Harry."

Seeing them all looking at me curiously, I was so scared that I shook my head quickly.

"I just know this bit of information! Look what I am doing as an exchange student... By the way, haven't you ever thought of asking your classmates? After all, their parents are in the same class as Harry's parents."

This suggestion awakened the bewildered trio. Hermione rushed out of the box door, followed by Harry and Ron. The three hurried downstairs and grabbed a student to ask.

"May I ask how old your parents are?"

"Do your parents know Harry's parents?"

"Have your parents told you anything about their school days?"

Most of the students were so frightened that they waved their hands and quickly escaped from the Room of Requirement with milk tea in hand.

However, a Ravenclaw girl recalled carefully for a long time, and remembered that she seemed to have heard her parents talk about a group called the 'Marauders'.

"Predator? Sounds like something a Slytherin could do." Ron snorted disdainfully.

The Ravenclaw in front of him seemed a little embarrassed, and he said carefully after being silent for a long time.

"Actually, those people are all Gryffindors..."

"..."

The girl may have felt that her expression was inappropriate, so she quickly made up for it, "But my mother said that the Predators were like today's idol groups. There were three people in it who were quite popular figures in the school at that time, and were also sought after by many students."

"But my mother didn't tell me who was in it. She only said that Sirius was a member of that group..." The girl seemed to want to say something else, and hesitated for a long time before saying softly.

"He is still a scumbag...my mother was deceived by him..."

Everyone: "..."

Why can I still hear the gossip of the previous generation when searching for information? ? ?

"What you said is very useful to us." Harry said very gratefully.

Ravenclaw smiled shyly, glanced at Harry's face quietly, and quickly lowered his head.

"You don't have to be too polite. I'm willing to help you because I like you."

Harry: "???"

"!!!" Hermione glanced at me quickly.

Harry really didn't expect her to suddenly confess her love. He was stunned for a while and then sighed with a sincere tone, "Well, thank you very much, but I have someone I like."

"!!!!!!" Hermione grabbed Ron's sleeve excitedly, and Ron looked confused when she pulled her.

The Ravenclaw girl didn't expect that he would say it so directly. She lowered her head and tugged on her sleeves, her face turned red. She waited for a long time and finally smiled at Harry with relief.

"It doesn't matter, then I wish you happiness."

After the girl left, Harry quickly took out the brown paper and slapped it on the table, and took out his quill to write and draw.

"First of all, we know that Sirius is in the Marauders, and he is still a Gryffindor..."

Hermione took away his pen with a complicated expression.

"?Hermione what are you doing?"

Hermione took a deep breath and tried to keep her expression from falling, "You, you didn't have anything to say about that thing just now?"

Harry looked at her confused, and Hermione tried her best to signal with her eyes.

"Don't you want to tell me -" Tell me how you feel about being confessed, the person you like, or just confess directly?

Harry seemed to understand and suddenly realized, "Ah, yes, that's what I just wanted to say."

Under Hermione's encouraging eyes, Harry spoke slowly, "I - I was just wondering why Sirius, a Gryffindor, became a Death Eater? Doesn't the Sorting Hat look bad?"

"..." Hermione died at the age of thirteen.

Ever since Harry and the others asked that girl, I hadn't paid attention to what they said. My mind was filled with the dessert competition that was about to come.

The cake base and buttercream have been decided, now the last part is the shape.

I haven't had much inspiration when I went out to collect ideas these days. Apart from going to class every day, I stayed in the milk tea shop making desserts and dazed, so I didn't take a word of it to heart while Harry and the others were chattering beside me.

"Susu? Susu!"

Hermione pushed me hard, "Susu, are you listening to us?"

"Huh?" I saw Hermione pouting unhappily, and nodded quickly to tease her.

"I heard it, I think your analysis is correct."

Hermione pouted and said nothing, summarizing the conversation just now.

"So what we can conclude is that the members of the Marauders are all Gryffindors-"

"Yeah!" I nodded in agreement.

"And it's certain that Sirius is among the Marauders—"

"Uh-huh!"

"So the Marauders are Death Eaters—"

"Um…..????"

"That means the Marauders are moles sent by the Death Eaters to lurk in Gryffindor!"

"???"

Big girl...isn't this a bit outrageous?

Harry slammed the table, "The Marauders must have bullied others when they were students, so they must be Voldemort's most loyal men! Sirius came to school to seek revenge on me!"

"Yeah!" Ron nodded frantically, "Even if Harry's father knows them, he must be on the righteous side, and he and others resisted the predators before!"

"..."

Guys, I'm straight guys.

Harry's dad resists predators?

Is he smart?

Although the words of complaint were stuck in his throat, he still advised me sincerely, "Don't say these things outside."

If Professor Lu Ping hears this, he will fail your course!

It would be even worse if Professor Snape heard it. He would invite you to his office to discuss in depth how Harry's father transformed into a messenger of justice...

"So you just let them guess?"

Passat listened to me relaying Harry's conjecture and hesitated for a long time. He was deeply impressed by Gryffindor's logical ability.

I'm afraid even JK Rowling didn't expect that the story could be made up like this...

"What else can I do?"

It's like I can tell Harry: In fact, your dad is the predator, your dad is the one who jumps up and down to bully others, the person suspected of killing your parents is your godfather, and the murderer is your parents' other friend Friends...

If I really said that, Harry would be killed by a collision...

"Let it take its course. The conjectures of these children will not affect the plot anyway. If you have this time, why not think about tomorrow's dessert competition."

Isn't Sirius's matter important? Of course it's important.

But we have agreed not to interfere with the third grade affairs, so no matter whether Harry misunderstands Sirius or not, the plot is developing in the original direction. All I can do is to run this milk tea shop well, which can also be regarded as a benefit to Harry in the future. Gwarts makes a haven in the dark days.

"Why haven't you decided what the cake will look like?" Passat picked up the dessert magazine on the table and flipped through it casually, marveling at the cakes in the magazine.

"Didn't you say you were going to make a cake for the Muggle world? What's the use of reading magazines from the wizarding world?"

I took the magazine out of his hand and threw it on the bar. I passed by and licked the end of his hair with my hand twice. "Only when you know yourself and your enemy can you win every battle."

Passat swatted away my mischievous hand on his head and snatched a small piece of cake from the bar.

"Actually, cakes are just delicious, so why bother with all the bells and whistles. Many people I know don't eat cakes at Mrs. Pettyfer's Tea House because the cakes there will take off some pigment from your tongue!" Passat said intoxicatedly as he put it into his mouth. After taking a forkful of cake and looking at the jam filling slowly flowing out of it, I suddenly thought of something.

"I remember you said before that there will be blessing slogans on the cake? Many times, the cake will also have the day to be commemorated? Birthdays, Christmas, Thanksgiving, you can just make the cake how you want to commemorate it. No, that’s fine.”

commemorate……

Passat seemed to mention it casually, but his words suddenly opened up my thoughts that had been blocked these days.

Looking at the Passat eating so arrogantly, I smiled helplessly.

This person really doesn’t know how much help he has helped...

I handed some new cakes to him, turned my eyes to a pile of half-finished cakes amidst his cheers, and slightly raised the corners of my mouth.

I think I know what to do.