HP Star Shining

Harry suddenly remembered the day when he heard that Sirius Black was his enemy, and the soft and warm hands that led him through the long dark corridor.

Is it because he's not strong enough? That's why he always makes people worry.

He would prove it. He was no longer a little boy who needed protection.

Harry's eyes followed the windowsill and fell on the neatly arranged Firebolts.

Now that the Firebolt is back in his hands, why is he still quarreling with Xingchen?

Go find her tomorrow.

Harry curled the corners of his mouth, closed his eyes and went to sleep peacefully, not worrying about what would happen tomorrow morning at all.

He knew it clearly.

Xingchen, herself. To herself.

The most soft-hearted.

"morning."

So, when Su Xingchen came out of the stairs of the girls' dormitory, she was startled by the sudden greeting.

What caught my eye was Harry's big smiling face.

"Good morning, Harry." Su Xingchen touched his chest secretly. What's wrong with this kid so early in the morning?

"Let's go have breakfast together, Xingchen." Harry looked at her eagerly.

Su Xingchen blinked, not understanding what he was doing. Wasn't he angry? Besides, she was angry too.

Isn't this something that no one has said explicitly, but everyone knows it?

Su Xingchen wanted to refuse and said that she would wait for Hermione, even though Hermione had left the dormitory early in the morning.

But the pair of expectant emerald eyes before him were like an ancient and mysterious emerald button, instantly bringing time back to their first year at Hogwarts.

That time they were chased by Filch and frightened by the three-headed dog, and she lost one of her slippers in the panic.

Just like now, Harry waited for her in the common room early in the morning and found the missing slipper for her to avoid unnecessary trouble.

It was so thoughtful that it caused her heartstrings, which were in deep despair, to tremble for the first time.

The familiar scene makes people soften their hearts.

"Okay." Su Xingchen responded, she looked around, "Where's Ron?

"He's up late, let's not wait for him," said Harry.

Su Xingchen nodded slightly, it was definitely Ron's style.

"Let's go then." The two walked side by side towards the door of the common room.

"Harry, you don't know, the little furball last night..."

Su Xingchen has a strong desire to share at this stage and can't wait to share interesting stories about pets with close friends.

Hermione is busy again after the start of school. Now, there is a new candidate.

Well, I bumped into her myself, how could I think she was nagging?

Harry looked at Su Xingchen's profile with a smile, listening to her chattering about the little furball's mischievous deeds, and occasionally agreeing with her.

It turns out that the seemingly well-behaved magic rabbit is not as docile as it seems, just like its owner.

He had been observing from the beginning and saw clearly Su Xingchen's expression from resistance to entanglement and then to softening.

Just as he expected, Xingchen was the easiest to coax.

This is something unique to him, something special.

It was not until the class was about to start that Ron hurried into the classroom in disheveled clothes and sat down in the seat next to Harry.

Su Xingchen, who was sitting two seats behind her, glanced sideways. It was obvious that the child had just woken up and could sleep even longer than her.

Ron lowered his head and grumbled quietly, "Harry, why didn't you call me?"

"I called you, and you said you wanted to sleep a little longer." Harry's eyes showed a little helplessness.

Ron stared at Harry with wide eyes in surprise.

Man, it was still pitch black outside the window when you called me!

"You're not up so early, are you?" he asked hesitantly.

Harry nodded.

Ron looked as if he had seen some monster. "Why are you up so early?"

Harry quickly looked back and saw Su Xingchen chatting and laughing with the students in the front row who had turned around.

Because... I don't want to miss it.

However, he wouldn't tell Ron.

"I'm too excited to sleep," he said perfunctorily.

"That's right." Ron didn't understand and thought Harry was too happy about the Firebolt.

With the return of the Firebolt, Hermione no longer had such a big conflict with Harry and Ron, but she was still nowhere to be seen all day long, and her temper was getting worse.

More than half the time, there were only three of the Gryffindor quartet present.

At eight o'clock this Thursday evening, Harry went to the History of Magic classroom to start his first Patronus Charm training, which was not an easy task.

He heard his mother's scream again, and his father's voice, which he had never heard before: Lily! Take Harry and run! It's him! Run! I'll hold him back...

Someone stumbled out of the room—the door burst open—a shrill, cackling laugh—

Harry sat behind a suit of armor in the corridor, listlessly eating the chocolate in his hand, which Professor Lupin gave him before leaving the classroom.

His thoughts always drift to his parents involuntarily.

He felt weak all over and had a strange feeling of emptiness.

Hearing his parents' final moments replay in his mind like a picture was a little scary, but it was the only memory he had of them from his childhood.

However, Harry was vaguely aware that if he kept expecting to hear his parents' voices, he would never be able to cast the Patronus Charm, and no concrete Patronus was not a complete spell.

"They're dead," he warned himself sternly. "They're dead, Harry Potter. Hearing their voices over and over again won't bring them back. You must control yourself."

Harry stood up, stuffed the last of the chocolate into his mouth, and walked towards Gryffindor Tower.

The people in the common room were already sparse. When Su Xingchen saw him, he handed him a piece of chocolate with a smile, "Pei Jin gave it to me. You know I don't like it."

Harry wondered if it was a coincidence that he hadn't told anyone he was going to learn the Patronus Charm tonight.

This was certainly not a coincidence. As soon as Harry left the house, Su Xingchen guessed what he was doing.

She knew very well how much of an impact the Dementors would have on Harry, but she didn't know whether Harry had prepared these desserts himself. He was a man with such keen senses, but a rough straight man in life.

So I had to put it in my pocket and wait for him to come back in the common room. If he hadn't prepared it, that would be perfect. If he had already eaten, it wouldn't hurt to have one more piece.

Harry said nothing and took the chocolate.

Maybe he didn’t eat, Su Xingchen thought, and then couldn’t help yawning.

"I'm going to bed. I told Pekin and the others several stories tonight, and my mouth is dry."

Peikin is a first-grade junior. Yes, Su Xingchen has a large group of first- and second-grade fans in Gryffindor.

They are not as exaggerated as Harry's fans, they just particularly like to listen to Su Xingchen's stories.

An oriental mythology that is completely different from wizards and magic.

Of course, she was determined not to mention anything about cultivation.