HP Star Shining

"Do you remember in first grade when my scar hurt when you touched it?"

I remember, how could I not remember.

"And second year, you can't touch Tom Riddle's diary either."

So?

"You can also see things related to Voldemort." Harry fell into deep thought.

"Stop, stop talking." Su Xingchen covered his chest, feeling increasingly chilled as he listened. "If you keep talking, I'll think I'm Voldemort."

This is what happened, but when it is said this way, it is hard not to think that there is something wrong with her.

She's a righteous wizard, what could possibly go wrong?!

"Xingchen, you can't be Voldemort. If you were him, why can't you touch anything related to him?"

That makes sense! Good job, young man. If you can speak, please speak more.

Harry was amused by her sudden brightening, but he couldn't help but worry, "Should we ask Hermione? She's always been the smartest of us."

"If I could tell her, would I have to discuss this with you in secret? Just let them go. Look how scared they are."

Harry thought of Hermione's horrified expression when she heard he had dreamed of Voldemort, and Ron's gnashing of teeth as he told him not to mention the name.

Su Xingchen sighed. It seemed that Harry couldn't figure out anything now. He could only wait and see when the timeline was pushed back.

She believed that the protagonist's halo would help her find the answer.

Voldemort could enter her dreams, so she wasn't panicking.

She panicked because she was still trapped in a dream even though she was wearing a necklace that could block spiritual consciousness.

"That's it, let's go back." Su Xingchen shook himself. The woods behind the house looked too scary in the deepening night.

"Stars." Harry didn't move. "Thank you for telling me about the dream, and the Death Eaters, and all that."

Su Xingchen blinked and analyzed the meaning of what Haodaer suddenly said.

The emerald green eyes looked particularly eye-catching and sincere under the light silver glow of the moon.

"Hmph!" She snorted coldly, turned around arrogantly and walked into the house.

Did you actually think of letting her be the first to take the lead?

It’s too late to coax her now!

"Wait for me, Xingchen." Harry chased after him with a smile, thank goodness he didn't get angry at his recklessness.

Life in the Weasley family was extremely lively, something Su Xingchen hadn't experienced in a long time.

"Have you thought it through?" Bill tapped the chessboard teasingly.

Su Xingchen supported herself on the table with both hands, grabbing the soft flesh on both sides of her cheeks, and her whole face was wrinkled.

What the hell? She's the "founder of Gomoku," and yet no one can beat her? Is this scientific? Is this reasonable?

"Hermione..." She turned her head to Hermione who was flipping through "Standard Spells: Fourth Year" next to her, with "Save me, save me" written all over her face.

Hermione couldn't help laughing, Xingchen was becoming more and more adorable.

She probably forgot that Bill was very capable. Not only was he the first male student union president of the Weasley family, he also obtained twelve OWL certificates in his fifth grade.

Hermione glanced at the chessboard and shook her head at her.

"Well, you win again." If Hermione said there was no hope, then just give up struggling.

Never won (crying)...

Seeing her bitter and resentful expression, Ron, the wizard chess master, volunteered to step forward and said, "Xingchen, I will help you get revenge."

Bill sneered, raised his knife and slashed decisively, causing Ron to lose even faster and more miserably.

Su Xingchen said nothing, just trying to keep himself mentally balanced. He even didn't let his own brother go.

"Did you cheat?" Ron exclaimed.

Bill glanced at him and said, "You're so stupid, think about your own reasons."

The person who lost his pants was stunned and felt touched. Thank you.

Noticing her resentful look, Bill laughed out loud, "I wasn't talking about you."

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Is it okay to be identified with the person you are in?

In the following week, Mr. Weasley and Percy were rarely at home. They would go out before anyone else got up in the morning and would not come back until very late at night.

On the last night, a dull atmosphere called "before school starts" began to hang over the Weasley family's house.

Harry and Ron were packing their bags in their room.

"What is this?" Ron asked, holding something in his hand.

To Harry it looked like a long, burgundy velvet dress, with frills at the neckline that looked as if they had grown moldy, and the same at the cuffs.

There was a knock on the door and Mrs. Weasley walked in carrying the cleaned and pressed Hogwarts uniforms.

"Mom, you left Ginny's new clothes here with me." Ron handed the clothes over.

"How could I be mistaken," said Mrs. Weasley. "Here are yours, dress robes."

"What!" Ron was horrified.

"Dress robes!" Mrs. Weasley repeated. "The list from your school says you need formal gowns this year... for formal occasions."

"You've got to be kidding me." Ron said in disbelief. "I'm never going to wear this, ever!"

"Everyone has to wear it, Ron," said Mrs. Weasley annoyed. "I bought one for Harry too. Harry, show him."

Harry nervously opened the package Mrs. Weasley had prepared for him.

Fortunately, it wasn't as bad as he'd expected, without a single lace. It looked similar to the school robe, but dark green.

"It suits your eyes very well," said Mrs. Weasley fondly.

Ron was about to explode. "This one is great. Why can't I have one like this?"

"Oh, because I have to buy you second-hand stuff, so the choice is limited." Mrs. Weasley blushed and went downstairs.

"Did you see that..." Su Xingchen poked his head out of the door and found Ron angrily trying to pry open the piglet's mouth, trying to get out the owl food stuck in its throat.

"What's up with him?"

Harry didn't know how to explain it, and his eyes moved to the lace dress robe.

When Su Xingchen saw the unique and out-of-place dress, she suddenly realized something. She remembered that Mrs. Weasley had asked her a few days ago if she wanted to buy her a dress. It turned out that this dress had already appeared at this time.

She walked over to pick it up, and an old, indescribable smell hit her face.

"It's not that bad actually." Su Xingchen said.

"Isn't this bad?" Ron turned his head away. He couldn't get angry at Xingchen. If anyone else had said this, he would have yelled.

"The lace doesn't look right." It's just ugly.

"If I have to wear this disgusting lace dress... I'd rather be naked." Ron complained helplessly.

Seeing his gloomy look, Su Xingchen thought about how much his classmates laughed at him because of this dress. But this was prepared by Mrs. Weasley, so she couldn't give him another one.

"Well, I know a little bit about sewing. Do you mind if I help you remove these laces?"

"Can it be taken down?" Ron's eyes lit up.

"Sure." Su Xingchen nodded, and thought for a moment, "Wash it a few more times, and sprinkle some perfume each time. That should get rid of some of the strange smell."