HP Star Shining

"Wow, this meal looks delicious." Amid Ron's exclamation, Su Xingchen brought the last plate of slightly burnt food and asked everyone to sit down with a smile.

Harry could tell at a glance which dishes on the table were made by Butler Aqua and which were made by Xingchen himself. No one here had ever eaten them except him.

Ron stuffed food into his mouth while complaining about how they had kept the fact that they were neighbors a secret. Su Xingchen smiled guiltily. In fact, he had not intended to hide it at the beginning. He just wanted to reduce trouble. After all, the protagonist means trouble.

Later, when her relationship with Ginny became less harmonious, she didn't want anyone to know.

Harry's nascent joy ended when Cedric's cutlery reached for the same plate as his. The two forks paused in the air for half a second, then fell down as if nothing had happened, scraping away their respective food.

Overall, it was a very enjoyable dinner for both the guests and the hosts.

When night fell, Su Xingchen sank into the comfortable big bed and stared at the snow-white ceiling in a daze.

Her mission was accomplished, and she owed nothing.

This year she didn't plan to find a place to practice anymore. The short practice time made it impossible for her to make any progress in cultivation. Suddenly she felt as if it was meaningless, and she decided to give up.

At least, let's play badly this summer.

The moonlight shone coldly under the bluestone slabs of the courtyard, and the stars leaking through the clouds appeared and disappeared. A cool breeze blew, and a string of copper wind chimes under the eaves made a crisp sound.

Su Xingchen stood in a dim corridor, and a rotten smell hit him in the face.

At the end of the corridor, a door was ajar, and a dim light shone through the crack, casting an orange shadow on the dark floor.

What the hell? This seems like Harry's dream about Voldemort killing the old guard!

Su Xingchen wanted to retreat in the opposite direction, but her body involuntarily moved towards the door, and the gap in the door became completely open as she approached.

"You're here." A cold and hoarse voice sounded, so cold that it seemed to freeze people to the bones.

Su Xingchen rubbed her arms. She was still wearing the goose yellow dress, but her arms below the cuffs were already covered with goose bumps.

"Come in, let me see you, come in." The cold voice said again.

Instinctively, Su Xingchen wanted to yell "What are you looking at!" and then turn around and run, but unfortunately her "instinct" was out of control and she walked through the door and into the room.

The good news was that Pettigrew and the other Death Eater weren't in the room, nor were there any giant snakes.

The bad news is that the ugly, dark thing sitting on the ancient armchair in the middle of the room must be Voldemort.

"Come here." Although he couldn't see the entity clearly, Su Xingchen felt that Voldemort was waving at him, and "he" was really ready to go over.

"Wake up, wake up! It's a dream, wake up!" She closed her eyes and kept repeating in her mind. Finally, after taking a few steps forward, she suddenly woke up.

The snow-white ceiling was still above her head. She was still in the same position as when she accidentally fell asleep on the bed, but her whole body was covered in cold sweat.

Su Xingchen sat up straight, the wind chimes under the eaves were still jingling.

Oh my god, Harry had the dream because a part of Voldemort's soul was in him, what does it have to do with her!

Su Xingchen jumped off the bed, grabbed the little ball of fur that was sleeping soundly in a warm nest in the corner of the room, and ran back to the bed.

She held the rabbit and dared not sleep anymore, and sat there until the sky gradually began to glow with golden light.

She thought about asking Harry if he had had the same dream, but decided against it.

First of all, their dreams were not exactly the same, and secondly, Harry's senses were too sharp, and she had already missed many traps in front of him.

The most important thing is that Voldemort gave off a hint that they were in the same group, at least that's how she felt.

But go to hell with you. How could Su Xingchen, a righteous cultivator, be in cahoots with that ugly thing? Even if she was a wizard, she was definitely a light wizard.

Su Xingchen knew that Voldemort could bewitch people, but why would he bewitch her? She and Tom Riddle must be the two people who had nothing in common.

She couldn't figure it out, and as she thought about it, her eyelids began to droop, and finally she couldn't hold on any longer and fell into a drowsy sleep.

Fortunately, I didn’t have this horrible dream again.

Harry had a good summer vacation at the Dursleys'. After he "accidentally" revealed that his godfather was a murderer and was on the run, his homework and all his magic supplies were not locked in the utility room under the stairs on the first day he returned.

Even if Uncle Vernon received a strange letter with stamps all over the envelope today, and was furious because the Weasleys said they would pick him up to watch the Quidditch World Cup on Friday, he could only say with a grim face, "Fine, you go to the damn World Cup... Let them pick you up. I don't have time to send you back and forth. You can stay there until the summer vacation is over."

Finally, he added, "You might as well tell your...your godfather, tell him you're going there."

Harry tried hard to suppress a jubilant smile and nodded in agreement.

At the same time, Su Xingchen also received Ron's letter. The owl named "Piggy" brought two notes at the same time, one for Harry and one for her.

Hermione would be there this afternoon, and the Weasleys would pick up Harry tomorrow afternoon.

She wrote back a note declining the offer to be picked up along the way, saying she would go by herself.

The main reason was that she didn't want to reveal her identity as a wizard here. In fact, she wasn't very interested in the Quidditch World Cup, but Mr. Weasley had already prepared the tickets for her, and she couldn't refuse his kindness.

Su Xingchen rushed over early the next morning after Harry arrived at Louju. Today was the day they set out to watch the Quidditch World Cup.

She met the other two Weasley sons, Bill and Charlie, at the kitchen table.

"Hello, I often hear my brother mention you." One of them shook hands with Su Xingchen. There were many calluses and blisters on his palms.

This must be Charlie, who was studying dragons in Romania, and Hagrid's Norbert had been sent to him before.

Charlie had a broad, weather-beaten face like a good gentleman, covered with dense freckles. He was about the same size as the twins, much stronger than the bean sprout-like Percy and Ron. His arms were strong and had a shiny scar from a fire burn.

Bill then stood up and shook her hand, but his expression was unexpected.

He looked "cool," tall, with long hair tied back in a ponytail, an earring with a small fan-shaped pendant, dragon-skin shoes, and clothes perfect for a rock concert.