Everyday players at Hogwarts

Ten minutes ago, Harry regretted for the first time why he couldn't travel through time and prevent himself from reaching Ron's room.

He might even be able to sleep with Percy...

Ron's house is simply Harry's dream house. It is full of magic and wizard style.

The ceilings here are sloping, and the entire room is a dazzling orange, from the bedspread to the walls and even the ceiling.

Regarding this, Harry had actually adapted to it a long time ago. After all, Ron arranged his own bed in the Ravenclaw dormitory in the same way.

The most wizard-like thing in Ron's room is the source of the orange color on his walls - posters of the Chudley Artillery Team.

All the posters showed the same seven witches and wizards, wearing bright orange robes, carrying broomsticks, and waving happily.

Looking at these posters, Harry was actually a little suspicious. Ron probably did it for these seven charming witches, and he knew Ron very well.

Harry then looked at Ron's desk, trying to find something with a Ravenclaw feel.

But there was nothing. His magic textbooks were piled randomly in the corner of the room, next to some comic books, and "Doraemon" was placed at the top as expected.

The ones below appear to be The Adventures of Mad Muggle Martin Miggs, and judging by the dust on the covers, they've fallen out of favor a long time ago.

Ron's wand was resting on a large fish tank on the windowsill, with many frog eggs in the tank.

His fat gray-furred rat, Spot, lay snoring next to the fish tank.

"It's not bad." Luo E breathed a sigh of relief, and his embarrassment was diluted by the smile on Harry's face.

"Help me." Draco's voice came from the side.

"What are you doing?"

"You don't like my house so much?" Harry and Ron complained one after another as soon as they saw Draco's actions.

In the orange room, a green dragon skin bag attracted the attention of the two people.

And their friend Draco Malfoy was pulling out an unassembled tent.

"Come on, Ron, I just don't want to sleep with you."

"To be precise, I don't want to be in the same bed with anyone." Draco said as he struggled to take out the tent parts one by one.

"I've never pitched a tent, as you all know." "The Dursleys never take me out during the holidays. They prefer to leave me with Mrs. Figg," Harry said.

Harry thought of Filch again for no reason - the female version of Mrs. Figg. If they go by the Chinese naming method that Ryan said, they may be considered relatives. They both start with f and have a surname of Fei. And they all like cats, so it's really possible.

"Don't bother, just point it with the wand." Draco was still struggling to pull it out, and Ron had no choice but to curse and come over to help.

After a while, Draco confirmed that all the parts had been taken out, and then he took out his wand and pointed at the pile of poles and screws.

Soon, they jumped into their own places, and a very plain-looking blue tent appeared in Ron's room.

"You can sleep in here, it's too small, and the ground is too rough."

"Draco, you have to believe me, I've slept with him before."

"What about sleeping with Ron?" Harry said speechlessly.

Draco, on the other hand, said nothing and looked confident.

He motioned with his eyes to Harry and Ron to follow, and he took the lead on all fours and climbed into the tent.

Harry bent down, followed Draco, and slipped under the tent curtain. His jaw dropped in surprise.

He walked into a luxurious three-bedroom apartment, complete with bathroom and games room.

This room fit Harry's Draco stereotype perfectly.

From large items such as sofas and beds to the most inconspicuous table corners, they are all inlaid with beautiful patterns that are just for decoration.

"Are you here for camping?"

"Is it necessary to be so exaggerated?"

"In your eyes, is our Weasley house not worthy of your living?" Ron, who climbed in after Harry, also looked surprised.

But it was more anger.

"Come on, Ron."

"I didn't know I wanted to live in your house at first."

"Isn't our plan to go to Sirius's house?" Draco said speechlessly.

"Yes." Ron's anger was extinguished.

The three of them climbed out of the tent immediately and talked about Harry's fate.

Where will he sleep tonight?

This also led to what Harry regretted most.

Draco said the misleading words aloud.

Boom!

A fiery red figure with a hint of blue flashed past.

Then there were thumping footsteps and the sound of doors closing.

"Ginny!" Ron was in a daze for a moment, "Draco, you bastard!"

"It took me almost a month to convince Ginny that Harry and I don't have a love that transcends gender!" Ron said.

His face turned red and he gave Draco a hard look with his pale eyes. Then he opened the door and ran.

It seemed like he was looking for Ginny to explain.

"The Malfoy brat and our little brother."

"Jealous."

"Fight for Harry."

"Why didn't you call us just now?" Then, two fiery red-haired heads poked in, it was Fred and George.

They quickly scanned the room and after confirming that the person they were about to tease was no longer in the room, they immediately disappeared.

Then came Percy, who gave Harry and Draco a critical look and left like an old pedant.

But Harry noticed that even now, he was puffing out his chest, as if trying to draw attention to his prefect medal.

"That Percy."

"I think his expression was fake," Draco said abruptly.

This made Harry finally get rid of the regret of wanting to travel through time, "Because he keeps holding out his chest?"

"Yes, haven't you noticed, Percy has been making his presence felt in front of us."

"It must be because we-" Draco said.

"We didn't congratulate him on becoming a prefect," Harry answered, and Draco nodded appreciatively.

"Why are you two still here flirting with each other?"

"If I hadn't been the person involved, I would have misunderstood."

"I finally figured out that Rita Skeeter wasn't making this up about us."

"She just reported what she saw." Ron walked in dejectedly.

"Are you crazy?" Draco said sarcastically. He knew that although Ron even liked Rita Skeeter's report on him, he had always been opposed to the content in it.

Harry said nothing, but felt that Draco was right.

"No, it's just that everyone except Ginny, Fred, George, and even Percy heard what I just said." "I met my parents when I came back, and they also-" Ron walked to the bed and fell down. Go down.

Harry believed that even if the Chudley Cannons won the championship, it would not bring a smile to his face.