[hp]Hogwarts Eastern Exchange Student

Before Master and the others came back from the association, I received a letter from the Burrow.

The messenger was not Ron's old bird that lost all its feathers, but a round owl that looked like a small gray tennis ball.

"What is this?" Lu Huai picked up one of the owl's legs, but his face was covered with feathers by the flapping little guy.

I rescued the owl from Lu Huai's clutches and took off the envelope from its leg. "This is the owl of the wizards. It is used to deliver letters. Don't bully it."

"Tsk," Lu Huai glanced at the owl with disgust, "The wizarding world hasn't connected to the Internet yet?"

The little owl stood on my shoulder and hid in my hair, not daring to look at him.

I opened the envelope and saw at first glance that Ron's handwriting was messy.

‘Susu! My dad got Quidditch tickets! Next Monday night! Mum asked me to invite you to the Burrow, where Hermione and Harry are. If you agree, please ask Piggy to deliver the letter to me quickly (Piggy is my new owl! Isn’t it so cute!)’

I tilted my head, and the piglet poked its head out of my hair and rubbed my cheek with the fluff on its head.

…It’s quite cute.

The next handwriting seemed to be written by Mrs. Weasley, neat and clear.

‘Dear Susan Lin:

I'm Ron's mother, and I'd like to invite you to the Burrow. I wonder if this will bother you. I am very grateful to you for taking care of Ron and Harry at school. I have heard them mention you many times. At the same time, I am also very grateful to you for the Muggle skin care products you gave me last time. It is really good for the skin. Effect. We look forward to your arrival. ’

Interspersed below are greetings from Harry and Hermione, and the Weasley twins saying they want to surprise me at the Burrow. I will definitely like it.

Well...don't expect any surprises from them.

"I didn't expect this little thing to be a messenger." Lu Huai held the letter between his fingers and took it away from me. He rubbed his chin with his right hand while reading.

"I didn't expect our Miss Sansan to have met a lot of boys. Who's this guy named Harry and he said he misses you every day? Hey, I have such a bad temper, he actually dares to eat my cabbage!"

I rolled my eyes at him, snatched the letter back, and sarcastically said without mercy, "Hey, Master Lu can still understand English. He's really improved."

"That's right." Lu Huai straightened his chest, as if he didn't hear my sarcasm, and his expression was full of pride, "My English scores have been very good recently. Not to mention reading letters, I can even curse people in English."

"How strange, you actually learned English?" You know, before I went to Hogwarts, you could fall asleep listening to me reading English.

Lu Huai wanted to explain something, but finally shut up.

I took a new piece of paper and wrote down my gratitude for the invitation from the Weasley family, promising that I would get to the Burrow as soon as possible to meet them.

Watching Xiaozhu leave, I subconsciously touched the Feiyun Sword on my head.

As for Mitsurugi...it shouldn't take long to get to the Burrow...

I was careless.

I stepped on the sword and arranged the hair that was all over my face, thinking to myself.

It takes half a day to fly from China to the UK. I can't bear to think that I have to fly here with my sword!

On the way, I used up ten long-distance teleportation charms, five invisibility charms, and countless wind-cold elixirs.

It took a day and night of stumbling to fly to the Burrow, and I almost teleported into the sea twice!

I rubbed my face that was stiff from the wind, picked up the gift, jumped off the sword and knocked on the door.

"Oh, do we have guests this morning? Bill, hurry up and open the door!"

I heard Mrs. Weasley shouting from inside the house.

Bill who opened the door was the eldest son of the Weasley family. Just like the description in the book, he was tall, with long hair tied into a ponytail on the back of his head, and an earring with a small fan-shaped earring. The pendant and the clothes on her body look like they are going to a rock party.

"Uh, hello?" Bill saw that I was a little dazed, and after thinking for a long time, he didn't even remember that he had seen this person.

I smiled at him and said, "Hello, I'm Susan Lin, I'm Ron's classmate."

Bill showed an expression of realization. Before he could open his mouth, Mrs. Weasley behind him enthusiastically pushed him aside and gave me a big hug.

"Welcome kid, welcome you!"

I hugged her back and handed her the gift in my hand.

"Hello Mrs. Weasley, this is a little thought from me."

Mrs. Weasley seemed to feel the way of being a guest in the East for the first time. She looked at the things I brought in surprise, "Oh my God, my dear, you actually brought a gift! You know, the one you gave us last time We are already grateful for American Muggle items."

"A little care, not something expensive." I smiled and opened the bag, which contained various specialty snacks.

"Wow, this looks great." Bill exclaimed on the sidelines. When he saw me looking at him, Bill bent over like a gentleman and took my hand.

"Hello Miss Lin, I am Bill Weasley, Ron's eldest brother."

Just as Bill was about to kiss the back of my hand, he was pushed aside by twins who came out from nowhere.

"Hey! Stay away from our partners!" "Are you planning something evil?"

Bill couldn't laugh or cry, "I just wanted to express my friendliness."

Mrs. Weasley frowned and realized the important point, "Partner? What partner? Don't tell it has anything to do with Weasley's Wizard Wheezes..."

"Ahaha..." George and Fred looked at the sky but did not answer this question, which made Mrs. Weasley's eyebrows almost raised in anger.

"Honey," Mrs. Weasley looked at me, "What do they mean by partners? Is it related to their messy Weasley's Wizard Wheezes? You know, these pranks and tricks delay too many of their classes. Well, their O.W.L. exam was a complete mess this time..."

Weasley looked at me like she was going to tear them apart if they were still doing this.

"Um...actually," George and Fred winked at me desperately, and I understood.

"Actually, it's because it delayed their academic performance too much, so we changed the Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes Workshop into a Weasley's Magic Study Group!"

Bill:? ? ?

Gemini:? ? ? This is a master

Mrs. Weasley looked at them suspiciously, then looked at my honest face, and decided to let them go first.

"Okay, if it's a study group." Mrs. Weasley put her arm around my shoulders and led me to the stairs. "Harry and Ron's room is on the top floor. Hermione should be catching goblins with Ginny outside. You go first." Find Ron and the others."

Gemini gave me a look that said we would talk later.

I nodded, looked up at the twisted stairs of the Burrow, and felt amazing.

Ron's room was easily identifiable by the fact that there was a Quidditch poster of the Chudley Cannons on the door, with the players on it flying around on the door.

I raised my hand and knocked gently on Ron's door.

After a while, the door slowly opened. Harry, who was wearing pajamas, raised his arms to rub his messy black hair. The ill-fitting clothes flew up due to Harry's movements, revealing his strong waist.

I was stunned, and my eyes couldn't help but glance at the looming abdominal muscles under the clothes.

Unexpectedly...he is quite promising...

Harry was also stunned when he saw me. He looked down at my gaze and saw his waist-revealing clothes. His cheeks immediately turned red and he closed the door in front of me with a bang.

"What's wrong?" Ron got up from the bed sleepily and rubbed his eyes vigorously.

Harry didn't reply to him, but walked to the bed with hands and feet, and threw himself into the soft quilt.

"It's so embarrassing." Harry's voice came muffled from under the quilt.

"?" Ron didn't know why.

Suddenly, Harry stood up suddenly, walked quickly to the mirror, lifted up his clothes and took a closer look at his abdominal muscles.

like……

Not that bad?

Being shut out by Harry, I looked messy.

Was I angry because I accidentally saw his abs?

Are boys so narrow-minded? ?

Two minutes later, Harry and Ron got dressed and opened the door. I looked at Harry hesitantly. His face was still slightly red, like a good woman who had been bullied.

How about I apologize?

Ron seemed to smell the aroma of rice, said hello to me and rushed downstairs to eat.

I gently tugged on Harry's sleeve, "Um, sorry?"

"Huh?" Harry looked confused, "Why are you apologizing?"

I turned my head to look at him carefully and found that he didn't look angry, so I felt relieved and loosened his sleeves.

"It's okay, it's okay. Mrs. Weasley seems to have cooked. Let's go down and eat."

Harry responded and grabbed my hand.

"Ok?"

"The stairs to the Burrow are steep, I'll hold you for safety."

"Um…"

As soon as Ginny and Hermione came back, they saw Harry holding my hand and going downstairs.

Hermione was pleased to see this phenomenon and ran over to give me a hug. However, the red-haired girl didn't look very good after seeing this scene and didn't look over her head and didn't intend to say hello to me.

"Oh, the girls are back, go wash your hands and get ready for dinner." Mrs. Weasley greeted.

Hermione was also very helpless towards Ginny. She gave me a comforting expression and then went to line up to wash her hands obediently.

"What's wrong with Ginny?" Harry frowned, as if he couldn't understand why Ginny was so malicious to me.

I quietly distanced myself from him.

Oh, straight man.

I spent the next breakfast time as far away from Harry as possible, leaving Mr. Weasley, who had just returned, full of confusion.

"Do they have a bad relationship?"

"How come," Ron took a spoonful of mashed potatoes, "Harry is still like-"

I quickly stuffed a duck leg into Ron's mouth.

"Harry and I are good friends," I emphasized the word 'friend'. "I just think it would be nice to sit next to Ron and eat."

"Huh??" Ron flinched at the glare Harry threw at him.

Ginny didn't react at all and cut the chicken on the plate expressionlessly.

Everyone finished the breakfast with different expressions.

"Hurry up and change your clothes, kids, let's go."

Mr. Weasley urged everyone to change into Muggle clothes, while he put on a golf shirt and a pair of old jeans.

"How about it?" Mr. Weasley opened his arms to show us, "Do I look like a Muggle?"

"Very good," Harry said with a smile.

"Okay, Arthur, you go quickly, Mr. Diggory will have to wait impatiently." Mrs. Weasley urged, giving us a big hug and a kiss on the cheek before leaving.

We walked with difficulty along the dark and damp path towards the village. There was silence everywhere except for the sound of our own footsteps. As we passed through the village, the sky became brighter and the dark blue sky turned to light blue.

"Amos!" Mr. Weasley laughed as he walked towards the figure on the other side of the top of the mountain.

Mr. Weasley shook hands with a wizard with a short brown beard who held a moldy boot in his other hand.

"Let me introduce to you, this is Amos Diggory." Mr. Weasley said, "He works in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. This is his son Cedric, I think you all know him."

Cedric came over to say hello to everyone, and was a little surprised when he saw me, "Susu? Are you coming to watch Quidditch too?"

"Yeah, long time no see." I smiled at him.

The clothes Cedric is wearing today look like the ones we bought last time in New York, but...

He turned around, and the big FXXK behind him blinded me.

...When exactly did he buy this dress? The time the Passat accompanied him to buy clothes? ?

"What's wrong?" Cedric tugged on his clothes, but didn't feel anything was wrong.

I twitched the corner of my mouth, forced myself to look away, and said against my will, "It's pretty good-looking."

Cedric smiled brightly.

... Silly boy, so easy to deceive.

"Okay, one minute left, we should all be in our places."

Mr. Diggory put the boots in the middle, and everyone formed a circle and put their hands on the boots.

"Three—two—one!"

I felt an invisible force hooking me forward. Everyone's feet lifted off the ground and flew up at high speed. There was a gust of wind in front of them, and nothing could be seen. After that, everyone landed heavily on their feet. The only people standing on the ground were Mr. Weasley, Mr. Diggory and Cedric.

Everyone else fell to the ground crookedly, and my hair was blown into a mess by the wind.

Harry stretched out his hand to pull me up and smoothed my hair. Ginny looked at me even more unfriendly.

We passed through deserted swampland, almost invisible in the thick fog. After walking for about twenty minutes, a door gradually appeared, and then a small stone house. Behind the stone house is a large group of tents, and the site extends to the dark woods on the horizon.

Mr. Weasley said goodbye to Diggory and his son, and led us towards the stone house.

There was a boy standing at the door of the stone house, a real Muggle.

"Hello, are you Mr. Roberts? I am the Weasley who is setting up your tent."

The Muggle nodded, took out the notebook in his hand and flipped through it, "Weasley - two tents, oh, yes, can you pay now?"

Mr. Weasley took out a handful of Muggle bills from his pocket and looked around anxiously, as if he didn't know which one to give him.

"Help me, Harry." He whispered, separating the Muggle bills one by one. "This one is, um, five dollars? Oh no, I saw the number printed on it, so it's two dollars. ?”

"It's twenty dollars." Harry said in a low voice, and noticed that Mr. Roberts was trying hard to hear their conversation clearly.

"The weather is really nice, isn't it?" I turned sideways to block his view and started talking about random topics to divert his attention.

"Oh, yes." Mr. Roberts replied, craning his neck to look at Mr. Weasley and asking curiously, "Is he a foreigner?"

"Uh, not really?"

I can't speak anymore.

On the other side, Mr. Weasley finally calculated the money with Harry's help, stuffed it into Roberts' hands and fled with us.

"Phew, it's so thrilling."

Mr. Weasley's face turned red and he was a little excited. This was his first real independent conversation with a Muggle.

Harry didn't find it very exciting, and wiped the cold sweat with lingering fear.

If Mr. Roberts finds out, I really don’t know what to do.

The tents in the venue are lined up to the end. Most of the tents have no characteristics. The tent owners want to be as Muggle-like as possible, but they accidentally go too far and add chimney ropes or weathervanes. Neither fish nor fowl.

In the center of the venue, there was a particularly conspicuous tent. It was very extravagantly made of a large amount of striped silk. It was like a small palace, with several live peacocks tied at the entrance. There is also a garden in front of the tent door, which is complete with bird bath, sundial and fountain.

"Hmph, always such an annoying show off." Mr. Weasley said disgustedly.

Before we could go far, a young man walked out of the tent. The black suit looks very good on his model-like figure. His angular face and light blond hair shine in the sunlight.

The young man noticed something and looked over here. His cold eyes swept past Harry and others with disdain and finally landed on my face.

He smiled slowly and waved to me.

"come over."

I took a step forward and planned to walk there. Harry next to me grabbed my hand and led me to him. There was a hint of pity in his lake-green eyes.

"Don't go, okay?"