The Chinese girl from Hufflepuff is both timid and brave

Sun Zhu had never felt that the days passed so quickly. After she stopped being exposed to those strange things—at least for most ordinary students at Hogwarts—her time was divided equally into several parts:

Eat, rest, play, study various subjects, and practice Quidditch.

It was only a week after the start of the semester, but she had already finished almost all the work for the entire semester. At least she thought that there was no need to do anything else. The most important thing was to focus on studying and keeping healthy.

In fact, even if she still wanted to cause trouble, she didn't have the conditions to do so.

The two Hufflepuff men, one big and one small, stared at her from time to time, but Newt seemed to be afraid that she would be in a bad mood and blow up the lair of some Death Eaters, which would cause too much noise and be in trouble. Cedric was afraid that she would get sick from anger.

I don't know how I, who has always been honest and upright, caused such misunderstanding among them.

Especially Newt. When she was free to help him take care of the animals and talk to them, there was a hint of kindness in his eyes when he looked at her, as if he wanted to take her in as his closed disciple.

"Mim told me that some Gryffindors with dirty hands buried some dung balls in Professor Sprout's medicine field. I went and scolded the Weasley twins, and then Mim told me that it wasn't the red-haired people who did it." Sun Zhu looked very angry. She stuffed Bob, who was fixed in her hand, into his arms and took a sip of tea angrily.

Someone makes this tea for her every day by mixing fruit and herbal tea with honey. It is said that this tea can clear away heat and reduce internal heat. I heard that Aunt Fiona found the recipe from some Chinese medicinal recipe book, and it was made into this after being localized and improved.

To be honest, she was a little uncomfortable at first. After all, the food combinations that the British can come up with are really beyond the understanding of a Chinese foodie like her. But after getting used to it, she actually found it tasted pretty good.

Most importantly, she couldn't let Aunt Fiona down.

"You look unhappy." Newt stuffed Bob into the box. "You wronged the Weasleys. Are they angry?"

"Injustice? Although it's true that they didn't bury the things, they sold them." Sun Zhu was a little tired, "I don't know how they managed to bring these prohibited things into the campus, and even store them without being discovered by Filch. Then sell it to students who need it and make a difference.”

“Oh, they are really interesting kids.” Newt laughed. “But did Mim tell you why it was sick?”

"It's related to this big dung ball." Sun Zhu sighed, "They saw someone burying things in the medicinal field, and worried that it would affect the growth of the herbs, so they worked together to dig them out again. As a result, they were smoked and naturally became sick."

Work injury, this is a proper work injury!

"So that's how it is. I have a potion here that can help them recover quickly." Newt said, "I'll go find them right away."

"Wait a minute, don't be impatient." Sun Zhu stopped Newt, "The Bowtruckles are just a little listless, but I have to talk to you about Bob."

"What?" Newt was a little surprised. "You've brought Bob back, haven't you?"

"Then why did he run out again this time?"

"It is said that your Divination professor, Trelawney, lost a very important crystal ball that can predict the future. She asked Dumbledore for help, and Dumbledore asked me to ask the Niffler to find it for her." Newt was helpless, "I can only let Bob go."

"It seems that he not only completed the task brilliantly, but also exceeded the target!" Sun Zhu was depressed. "When I went to bring him back for you, he was in the office of our professor of arithmetic divination! She also had a lot of shiny things there, some were divination props, and some were private collections, but they were all taken away by Bob!"

"Oh! I'll go explain it to Professor Victor right away." Newt also began to have a headache. "Thank you for your hard work this time."

"It's not hard work, life is hard." Sun Zhu slumped on the chair, "I was caught by the professor when I went to grab the sniff, and she assigned me an extra paper because of it! God, she must have misunderstood me and Bao Bo is in the gang now."

Finally, Sun Zhu left his office only after Newt promised to help her explain to Professor Victor and find some relevant arithmetic divination information for her.

It's already October, and this month, she's either training freshmen with her seniors, or she's busy dealing with various subjects.

She was not stupid, but her talent was not outstanding either - at least compared to someone else. Fortunately, with her hard work and the learning mindset inherited from her previous life, she was still able to maintain her grades among the top students of her class. After taking into account both academic subjects and Quidditch, this excellence became even more obvious.

My father was very satisfied with her current condition and sent her the gold dragon ornament she wanted in early October.

According to Chinese mythology, the dragon has hundreds of thousands of scales on its body, but even the most skilled craftsmen could not make so many scales with human power alone. That weirdo only made 1008 scales, but Sun Zhu was already satisfied with them.

By touching the scales of different parts of the dragon, you can make it spray water, fire, or hover - this is the effect produced by the weirdo himself. Sun Zhuben disagrees, she is afraid that Uncle Long will feel that he is taking him make fun of.

But after asking her about some of the preferences that Uncle Long had inadvertently expressed, Dad decided to keep these magical effects - he felt that Uncle Long just liked things that were shiny and moved, such as the Golden Snitch.

When he specially picked up a free time and called the dozing Uncle Long out to have a look, Sun Zhu felt a little uneasy.This golden dragon, which is only a little longer than the wand, is a circle smaller than the real miniature version of the dragon.Although it was beautifully done, it was still a lot slower than Uncle Long who often grinned and mocked her.

When Comrade Jianguo saw the motionless ornament, he swung his tail and sent out a golden light, knocking it to the ground.

The fake golden dragon that fell to the ground was not damaged at all. Because the scale mechanism was triggered, it sprayed a stream of water at Uncle Long, and its two tourmaline eyeballs also widened.

"This, this, this... Who is this evildoer? How dare you pretend to be the Dragon God and disrespect me!" Jianguo flew to Sun Zhu and saw that the fake dragon didn't move. He sneered and said, "You've been exposed so quickly. It's just a show."

"What do you mean it's exposed? That's a gift I gave you. It's carved from gold. It's all money. It's all money! Even if you don't like it, you shouldn't throw it like this." Sun Zhu almost went crazy.

"A gift?" Comrade Jianguo stretched out his claws to push the motionless dragon with doubt, and was successfully burned by the fire it sprayed.