[HP] Hogwarts Muggle University

Lady luck seems to favor Harry.

He originally thought that he might have to be a solo mother for the rest of his life, but Cupid's arrow suddenly shot at him——

Qiu Zhang turned out to be the master!move!Come!Towards!he!Show!good!up!

"Hi, Harry." She smiled at him suddenly as they passed each other on the stairs.

This is not the first time this has happened.Harry's heart was beating wildly, and the number of times they ran into each other soared this semester, and Qiu took the initiative to greet him every time.

"Hey, wait!" Harry didn't know where the courage came from, and stopped Qiu Zhang, "Do you have any plans for this weekend?" After hesitating for a moment, he asked tactfully.

"Have a good rest." Harry's mouth felt parched when she looked over.

"Well, then," he stammered the invitation, "do you want to hang out with me to, uh, have fun? We can find a place to have a cup of coffee or something..."

This could be the worst date invitation in the world.When the words fell to the ground, Harry thought in despair.

Unexpectedly, Qiu actually smiled and gave an affirmative answer: "Of course, I am very happy."

Harry was dumbfounded.Meeting Shang Qiu's eyes, he quickly confirmed, "How is this Friday night?"

"Okay." Qiu nodded, "Then we'll see you then."

Harry couldn't believe he had made it!

"Very well, you succeeded in the first step." Hermione nodded, "So have you thought about some topics to talk to her?"

"Topic?" Harry was taken aback, "Uh... Where can we talk about? I don't know."

Given his inexperience in dating, Harry humbly asked Hermione to be his adviser.Unexpectedly, Ginny was also there. After hearing that Harry and Qiu were going on a date, she seemed very disapproving:

"Okay, do you all think this is plausible? She just broke up with Cedric a few days ago and came to ask Harry? Come on, I heard a few days ago that she always hides alone in the dormitory crying -"

Harry's heart suddenly went cold, and Ginny seemed to point out a problem he had never considered before.

"Don't say that, Ginny, maybe she is trying to get out of the shadow of breaking up." Hermione hurriedly smoothed things over, and Ginny snorted, leaning on the sofa and continuing to write her religious studies homework, "You can try to talk about Talking about California, it's always good to find something that you both know well."

"Maybe I can talk to her about football?" Harry said Cedric's name with great discomfort. "Digory told me before that he was going to take her to the Super Bowl final..."

"Oh, please, Harry," Hermione sighed, covering her face, "promise me not to mention anything about Digory, will you? How low EQ do you really have to be to be dating a girl?" Time to remind her of her ex-boyfriend?"

Harry scratched his head, a little discouraged: "Or I'll tell her to forget it. I think I will definitely mess things up."

"You won't," Hermione told sternly. "Don't expect too much from this date. Think of it as hanging out with a new friend."

"No matter how bad you are, you are better than Ron, right? He can find a girlfriend, don't you still have a date?" Ginny asked.

Harry was tongue-tied, not knowing if he should feel more confident now, or if he should hang his head and prepare for a crushing defeat.

Harry felt his stomach sink as he thought about the impending first date.This preoccupied feeling intensified when he found that he couldn't get his hair done anyway.

Qiu has arrived at their agreed meeting place. She has a long ponytail and looks very beautiful.Harry felt like his feet were leaden as he walked toward her, and he was horrified to find his arms dangling at his sides in silly jerks.

"Hi." Qiu waved to him.

"Hi," said Harry.

They looked at each other for a moment, and then Harry said, "Um - uh - shall we go then?"

"Oh well."

They walked in silence as they walked toward the bar, as if neither of them wanted to be the first to speak.The atmosphere was a little awkward, and Harry wasn't sure if he should talk about the climate in California now or something...

"Do you want to play football?" Cho asked.

He turned his head to find her looking at him.

"Probably not," Harry sighed, "I'm not good at that."

"Oh fine."

"I'm not very athletic," Harry said honestly.

"Okay." Qiu seemed a little disappointed.

The atmosphere fell into a desperate silence again.They headed for Aberforth's bar.At this time, a lot of raindrops suddenly fell in the sky, and Harry hastened his pace, wishing he could get in to shelter from the rain sooner.

"Well, are you sure you want to be here?" Qiu asked tentatively.

"Um..." Harry hesitated for a moment, "Do you have a better idea?"

"Oh, there's a nice place here, just a block away. The girls like to go there," she said cheerfully. "Ah—"

She yelled, and it rained harder and harder.

Harry was glad he didn't have to think about this "girls favorite" place: "Let's go in and get shelter from the rain first."

Aberforth was standing behind the bar wiping glasses with a sullen face, and he snorted reluctantly when he saw them coming: What do you want?

Harry ordered two drinks. There were few people sitting in the bar, and they found two seats at random.It was raining heavily outside the window.

Shouldn't he be trying to say something?Harry racked his brains.To be honest, the atmosphere of this date was weird, completely different from what he had expected...

Qiu hesitated to turn the wine glass in her hand, as if she wanted to say something.

At this time, the door of the bar was pushed open again, and a man in black walked in.

"Harry, I—"

"Get out!" Aberforth's furious growl made Harry tremble. At this time, he had put down the glass in his hand and was glaring at the man in black, "You either get out by yourself, or eat me One punch."

"I'm not here to ask for trouble, Aberforth—" The man in black took off his hat, and it turned out that he was an old man about five or sixty years old, slightly older than Aberforth, tall, with gray blond hair , looking radiant.

"Oh!" Qiu called out, lowering his voice, "It's Professor Grindelwald!"

"What?" Harry didn't follow the rhythm at all.

"You're just looking for trouble!" Aberforth thumped the bar counter violently, and the ground seemed to be shaking, "You're back! How dare you be a professor here!"

"I think we need to sit down and talk, Aberforth, I'm more than happy to apologize and—"

"Shut up! You dirty old bastard! If I don't break your leg today, I'll write Dumbledore upside down!"

Dumbledore?

Dumbledore!

Before Harry had time to think about what kind of drama this was, Aberforth had already picked up a bar stool and threw it at Grindelwald amid the exclamations of a group of students.