HP Star Shining

At that time, Su Xingchen was in a dilemma.

Peggy and Angelina held their cups on either side, asking whether to drink the pumpkin juice in Peggy's hand or the butterbeer in Angelina's hand.

She was like a "scumbag" being held between two women, wondering who to choose?

Su Xingchen had a bitter look on her face. Although Angelina treated her like a doll and Peggy was clingy, they were not so crazy. Today, it seemed like the two of them had a collective illness.

She bent down and passed under the arch formed by the two hands, picked up the apple juice on the table and took a big gulp, then raised the glass and smiled brightly at the two of them.

"I want to drink apple juice today."

No way! She doesn't like apple juice. Of course, she doesn't like pumpkin juice either.

She would drink butterbeer if she could.

But is now the time to choose?

She didn't want to be stared at as if he were a heartless man.

Su Xingchen was still marveling at his own cleverness while holding his apple juice when he heard the boys gathered around Harry in the common room cheering, "Open it! Open it!"

She immediately thought of something, but before she could utter the word "No...", an extremely terrifying, sharp and piercing sound quickly swept through the entire room.

"Close it!" Fred shouted, covering his ears with his hands.

Harry slammed the golden egg shut.

"What's that?" Seamus Finnigan asked, staring at the golden egg. "It sounds like a ghost's cry, Harry. Does your next mission require you to pass by a ghost?"

"It seems like someone is being tortured." Neville's face was pale, and the sausages in his hand were scattered all over the floor because of the horrible sound just now.

"Don't be silly, Neville, that's illegal," said George. "They can't cast the Cruciatus Curse on a warrior. That voice sounds a bit like Percy to me. Maybe he wants you to attack him in the shower, Harry."

George chuckled after he finished speaking.

Su Xingchen put down the cup and plugged his ears with his little finger to relieve the deafness of his ears caused by the mermaid's sharp voice.

"A jam biscuit, Hermione?"

Hermione came to Su Xingchen at some point and was about to talk to her when Fred interrupted her by handing her a plate.

Hermione had to look over with suspicion. Fred grinned, "Don't worry, I didn't do anything to them. It's the custard biscuits you have to watch out for."

Neville took a bite of the custard biscuit and choked, and spat out the biscuit in his mouth without hesitation.

Fred laughed, "Just kidding, Neville."

However, before he had finished speaking, Neville turned into a big canary.

Fortunately, he shed his feathers in less than a minute and returned to his normal appearance.

Hermione and Su Xingchen left the lively celebration early. As they closed the door to the dormitory stairs, they could still hear Fred shouting, "Canary biscuits! George and I invented them - seven silver Sickles a piece, very cheap!"

After Su Xingchen finished washing up, she noticed that Hermione glanced at her again and again, and her eyes were... very strange.

"What's wrong?" She looked down at her nightgown. There was nothing wrong with her, everything was normal.

"Nothing." Hermione shook her head, perhaps it was her illusion.

Su Xingchen pulled the sleeping little ball of fur out of its warm nest and rubbed it with his face. After successfully waking it up, he quickly put it back into the nest and climbed onto his own bed.

The rabbit is difficult to take care of when it grows up, and the little fur ball is now too reluctant to sleep with her.

Although, maybe she grabbed too tightly and hurt a little when she had a nightmare, but she is the one who provides her with food and clothing.

However, although he was indignant in his heart, Su Xingchen never forced the little furball to sleep on the bed.

She fell asleep quickly, and as soon as she covered herself with the quilt, sleepiness swept over her. As always.

The cold moonlight was like frozen milk, silently splashing on the walls of Hogwarts.

The few dim lights in the castle were like the cloudy eyes of a tired beast, struggling to stay open, barely resisting the invasion of the endless night.

However, this faint light could not illuminate anything, but instead reflected the thick darkness around it, which was even more solid in the corners where the moonlight could not reach.

After the Gryffindor celebration, everything was eerily quiet.

Occasionally, the short, thick and shrill cries of night owls could be heard from somewhere.

Su Xingchen opened his eyes and just wanted to curse.

Unfortunately, she can't.

This is a familiar yet not-so-familiar corridor.

She felt familiar with it because she had been there once, but she felt unfamiliar with it because who would want to remember this dark, shabby, dilapidated, and old ghost place!

The wooden door at one end of the corridor creaked, and the other end disappeared into endless darkness, as if it led to hell.

Su Xingchen pursed his lips and continued to use the "forced buying and selling" trick.

She pulled at her nightgown twice, and it looked quite real.

The last time she dreamed of this place was during the summer vacation. She and Harry had this dream together. Could it be that Harry dreamed of Voldemort again today?

Since she knew it was a dream, she was not afraid at all. Of course, it was also somewhat related to the nightmares she had been having from time to time in the past two years.

Her fear had never been of Voldemort.

Although he was not afraid, Su Xingchen still moved slowly and hesitantly. Who wants to see an ugly old man?

Fortunately, the creaking wooden door is still so "smart" that you don't need to push it open yourself.

The same chair was still in the center of the room.

But there was no vague black mist on the chair.

"Huh?" Su Xingchen walked over and circled the chair twice.

no one?

Could it be that Voldemort would go out? This isn't his house.

Or has he gone into Harry's dream and hasn't come back yet?

Su Xingchen was about to laugh foolishly at this sudden idea that came to his mind when he caught a glimpse of black mist forming on the chair.

Su Xingchen immediately took a big step back, so big that he twisted one foot.

A twisting pain made her subconsciously close her eyes. When she opened them again, she saw the ceiling of her bed and a grayish light shining through the window next to her. It was almost dawn.

Su Xingchen blinked in confusion. He's... awake now?

She tried twisting her ankle under the quilt, and it didn't hurt at all!

That's right, she just twisted her ankle in a dream, it wasn't real.

If it weren't for the fact that Hermione and the twins were still sleeping, Su Xingchen would have wanted to jump out of bed, put his hands on his hips and laugh out loud three times.

In the morning, Su Xingchen returned the invisibility cloak to Harry in the surprised eyes of Hermione and Ron.

"Are you done using it?" Harry asked calmly as he put away the Invisibility Cloak, as if he had no intention of finding out what she was using it for.

"Yeah!" Su Xingchen nodded happily.

Having avenged herself and seemingly found a way out of the nightmare, she was practically radiant early in the morning.

When borrowing it, Harry didn't ask her what she was going to use it for, but Su Xingchen didn't intend to hide it from her friends.