HP Star Shining

"That's good, one less trouble."

"You, pass that bird across the way now." Uncle Vernon turned back to his plate, not even looking at his nephew, let alone asking for his opinion.

"But..." When Harry heard it was Su Xingchen, he was relieved, but he still had to pretend.

"Don't say but, unless you want me to throw the bird."

Harry was "forced" to take Hideaway to Su Xingchen's house.

Dudley wanted to go, but Hedwig would peck him if he touched the cage, so he had to give up.

"Hedwig, I'll let you out later." Su Xingchen prepared water and food for Hedwig. Hedwig cooed twice, as if she understood.

"Thank you, Xingchen." Harry didn't know if it was because the argument this morning was too loud and was overheard, or if he had accidentally complained about it during his birthday yesterday. In short, Su Xingchen was willing to bring Hedwig over to take care of her, and he finally felt relieved.

"It's nothing." Su Xingchen gently touched Hedwig's head, and it rubbed Su Xingchen's hand obediently.

Harry found it incredible. Hedwig had a bad temper and sometimes even he, her master, would be pecked.

Do birds also like good-looking people?

Harry glanced sideways. In just over twenty days, Su Xingchen had become more beautiful. She was already very fair, and now she was even more glowing white.

If Su Xingchen knew what Harry was thinking, she would know that her training in the forest for more than twenty days was not useless as she thought. At least it helped her expel some of the dirt and foul air from her body.

When Harry got home, Uncle Vernon was in high spirits.

"Today is an important day. I may be able to negotiate the biggest order yet." He panted heavily.

Harry knew that he had nothing to do with this matter and just needed to stay quietly in his room.

However, ideals are always beautiful, and reality is always cruel.

"Hedwig, Harry doesn't seem to come to see you today?"

Su Xingchen did homework all day, and later realized that she hadn't seen Harry all day.

In the past he would always find a way to sneak in.

So she took out the second year of Harry Potter's major events that she had worked hard to write down when she first arrived from her storage bracelet and looked through it. Then she glanced at the house diagonally opposite and saw that iron bars were indeed welded to the windows of a room on the second floor.

Su Xingchen couldn't help but feel pity for this unfortunate child...

"Hedwig, your master is depending on you to rescue him."

Su Xingchen wrote a letter to Ron and asked Hedwig to deliver it. To be honest, she was also very curious about Ron's home.

Harry was hungry and had a terrible dream. He was expelled from Hogwarts and would never see Xingchen, Ron and Hermione again. Dobby shouted at him, "Harry Potter is safest here," and then it turned into the Dursleys again. Dudley desperately shook the iron bars on his window.

"Stop it," Harry mumbled, the rattling giving him a headache.

He suddenly opened his eyes, moonlight shone in through the window, and someone was staring at him through the window.

A freckled, red-haired man.

It was Ron Weasley.

"Ron, what are you doing..." Harry tiptoed out of bed, "What's going on?" Harry opened his mouth in shock when he saw the scene in front of him.

Ron was sitting in a turquoise car that was suspended in mid-air, and his twin brothers, Fred and George, were grinning at him.

"Harry, what's wrong with you? I invited you twelve times and you didn't reply. Dad came back to say you were warned for using magic in front of Muggles, and Xingchen wrote again asking me to come and rescue you..."

Ron kept nagging while he asked Fred to drive and open the iron bars on the window. Then they sneaked to the staircase storage room to get the magic supplies that had been locked away as soon as Harry came back from vacation.

Just as Harry was about to climb into the car, Uncle Vernon hammered on the unlocked door—and it flew open.

For a moment, Uncle Vernon froze, then charged like a bull and grabbed Harry's ankles.

"Penny! He's running away, he's running away!"

The Weasley brothers grabbed Harry tightly, pulled him into the car, stepped on the accelerator and rushed towards the moon.

He is free.

Harry still couldn't believe it.

The evening breeze rustled his hair, the houses on Privet Drive grew smaller and smaller, and Harry saw his uncle and his family staring at him blankly.

“See you next summer!”

Harry leaned back in his chair, grinning from ear to ear, and the Weasley brothers also laughed out loud.

A faint red glow appeared on the eastern horizon.

Fred lowered the car and Harry saw fields and clusters of trees.

"We're a little outside the village," said George. "Autrey St. Catchpole."

The car slowly landed next to a dilapidated garage surrounded by a small yard.

Harry looked around Ron's house for the first time.

It must have been a stone pigsty, with rooms added later, until it was several stories high and crooked, as if it had been built by magic.

There are four or five chimneys on the red roof, and a sign with the words "Humble Residence" is hung diagonally in front of the house.

There was a pile of high leather boots and a rusty crucible at the door, and a few fat brown chickens were pecking at the food outside.

"Not very good," said Ron.

Harry thought of the house in Privet Drive, "This is amazing!"

Fred and Ron were still discussing how they could pretend to sleep in their rooms when Mrs. Weasley came rushing over from the other end of the yard, and the chickens in the yard fled in fright.

She was wearing a printed apron, with her hands on her hips as she examined the group, a wand in her pocket.

Harry never knew that Mrs. Weasley, who looked plump and kind, could be like an angry lion.

"The bed is empty, there's no note! The car is gone! I'm going crazy!"

"I'm sorry, Mom, but we have to..."

Mrs. Weasley's three sons were all taller than she, but they trembled in fear when she exploded.

She poked Fred's chest. "You might fall to your death, or be seen, or even lose your dad's job..."

Mrs. Weasley lectured her sons for what seemed like hours until she was hoarse and then turned to Harry.

Harry took two steps back in horror.

"Nice to meet you, dear Harry. Come in and have some breakfast." She turned and went back into the house. Harry glanced at Ron nervously, and only after Ron nodded did he follow her.

The kitchen was small and rather cramped, with a cleanly polished wooden table and a few chairs in the middle.

Harry sat in the chair, so nervous that his butt barely touched the surface.

Mrs. Weasley was clacking away at breakfast.

She casually poured the sausages into the pot, glaring at her sons and muttering, "I really don't know what you are thinking."

A flash of fire suddenly appeared in the fireplace not far away, and Su Xingchen walked out from inside.

She didn't want to go through the fireplace, but she had no idea how to get to Ron's house otherwise.

Fortunately, she has learned to use the Qingchen Jue the moment she arrives, so she won't appear in front of everyone in a dirty state.

Ron had invited her many times before, but Su Xingchen always felt it was strange for a girl like her to go to a boy's house alone.

She saw Ron and the others pick up Harry last night, so she came here early in the morning according to the instructions in Ron's letter.

Su Xingchen walked into the kitchen.

"good morning everyone."

"Oh, dear, you're here too." Mrs. Weasley put down the shovel in her hand and gave her a gentle hug.

"Good morning, Mrs. Weasley, this is a gift for you, I hope you like it." Su Xingchen took out a packaged box from the storage bracelet, and inside was a big ham.

She felt that this gift was, well... more practical.

"Just come here, don't do this next time."

"Okay, ma'am, I'll come here often to eat and drink."

"You are welcome to come and play anytime." Mrs. Weasley smiled and took Su Xingchen's hand. Who wouldn't like such a well-behaved, beautiful and polite child?

"Let's have breakfast together."

"Great, I'm starving."

"Go sit down." Mrs. Weasley liked it more and more the more she looked at it.

The twins greeted Su Xingchen, and George tactfully gave up his seat, and Su Xingchen sat down next to Harry.

Harry leaned in front of Su Xingchen and asked in a low voice: "What should I do? I don't have a gift..."

"It's okay, Mrs. Weasley won't mind, and your situation is special."

Harry felt that Su Xingchen was like his lucky star, and every time she appeared, he could feel relieved.

Su Xingchen sat on the chair and looked around the house curiously. It was her first time in a magician's house, and everything was new to her.

There was a clock hanging on the wall, but instead of showing the time, it said things like "feed the chickens" and "make tea." Three layers of magic books were stacked on the fireplace.

Seeing her interest, the Weasley brothers quietly explained to her the various items in the house.

Breakfast was ready quickly. "I don't blame you, dear," Mrs. Weasley said as she poured sausages into Harry's bowl. "Arthur and I were worried about you too. Last night we were saying that if you didn't reply to Ron's letter, we would come and pick you up ourselves."

"But, flying halfway across the country in an illegal car, anyone could see you..." She casually pointed her wand at the dishes in the sink, and they washed themselves.

"It's bad, Mum," said Fred.

"Don't talk while you're eating!" snapped Mrs. Weasley.

"They don't give him food," George went on.

"You shut up too," said Mrs. Weasley, but her expression softened a little as she buttered Harry's bread.

At this moment, a little man in long pajamas and with long red hair ran into the kitchen, screamed, and ran out again.

Su Xingchen, who had been quietly eating the sausages on the plate and acting as a background, was startled.

"Ginny, my sister," Ron explained quietly to the two of them, then looked at Harry. "She's been talking about you all summer."

"Yes, she's always wanted your autograph, Harry." Fred laughed, but when he saw his mother's look, he immediately buried his head in his food.