HP Star Shining

Summer vacation ended too quickly.

Harry had a nice dinner on his last night at the Weasleys'.

The next morning, although they got up early, there was still so much to do that they kept bumping into each other on the stairs.

They went back three times in the little Ford Angerer, once for George's forgotten Filibuster fireworks, once for Fred to get his broomstick, and a final time for Ginny's diary.

When Ginny finally climbed into the car, it was already late.

They arrived at the station at a quarter to eleven.

Mrs. Weasley nervously led a group of people across Platform 9 and 3/4. When it was Harry and Ron's turn, there was only one minute left before the train departed.

Su Xingchen sat in the carriage, feeling the train slowly start to move, his face supported and in a daze.

The platform became increasingly blurred; it seemed that Harry and Ron had indeed missed the train.

Although she thought about reminding them, she then remembered that the car would rescue the two from the spider's hands in the later plot. If they didn't drive the car to the school, how could the car save them?

So, let the two boys drive, it will be safe anyway.

Su Xingchen calmly brushed off the non-existent dust on his hands.

When Hermione came over, Draco and the others had already sat down in the carriage where Su Xingchen was staying.

She was extremely reluctant to stay with Malfoy and his gang, so she had to go to the front carriage to find the Weasleys.

Su Xingchen listened with great interest to Draco talking about the various things happening in the magical world. There was nothing she could do about it, since she had too little contact with the magical world.

It has to be said that the Malfoys know more than the Weasleys.

Seeing that she was happy to hear this, Draco spoke even harder and hinted that "Dad likes her very much".

Su Xingchen nodded secretly, it seemed that he was successfully intimidated by her.

As Draco told various interesting stories along the way, the train seemed to arrive at Hogwarts very quickly.

When getting off the car, Su Xingchen looked up at the dark sky and wondered how long it would take for Harry and Ron to arrive.

Harry and Ron hadn't arrived yet when the freshmen were sorted. It was strange because she remembered that they arrived at the dinner in the movie.

It seems that the details are different again.

Harry and Ron had a bad day, but fortunately they were not too unlucky and would not be expelled. They even had a full meal in Professor McGonagall's office and were now happily walking back to the dormitory.

It’s a pity that they don’t know the new password yet.

But they soon stopped worrying.

Hermione quickly ran towards them, "Where are you two going? Everyone's talking about you driving a car to school and you're going to be expelled!"

"We're not expelled," Harry reassured her.

"Did you really fly here?" Hermione said angrily, her tone almost as harsh as Professor McGonagall's.

"Hermione, they look very tired. Let's go in first." Su Xingchen walked up slowly from behind, not looking worried at all.

Harry and Ron gave her grateful looks.

"But..." Seeing that Hermione was still preparing to lecture him, Su Xingchen quickly gave a new command, and the portrait of the fat woman opened.

There was thunderous applause inside. Many Gryffindor students were still awake and crowded in the circular common room waiting for them. Many hands reached out to pull Harry and Ron in.

Everyone was happily discussing the fact that they had crashed their car into the Whomping Willow. Only one person was unhappy, and that was Percy, who was about to squeeze in and scold them.

Harry nudged Ron and turned his head towards Percy, who understood immediately.

"We need to go upstairs and rest. We're a little tired."

Harry glanced at Su Xingchen, who had a faint smile on her face even though she was squeezed by the crowd. His expression and tone softened, "Good night, Xingchen."

"Good night, sweet dreams."

The two of them squeezed towards the door at the other end of the room, where the stairs led to their bedroom.

"Good night." Harry turned around and called to Hermione, but unfortunately her face was as ugly as Percy's.

Harry returned to the dormitory, laughed and joked with his roommates for a while, and then fell into a peaceful sleep.

Harry's first morning of the new term was not a very pleasant one.

While Hermione was still angry about the way they came to school, Ron received a shouting letter from Mrs. Weasley, the deafening sound of which made the tables and plates shake.

Most importantly, Mr. Weasley was investigated for this matter, and Harry felt so guilty that he could hardly eat.

However, he didn't have time to think about it, as Professor McGonagall handed out the class schedule for this semester along the table.

The first class was Herbology, with Hufflepuff.

The four of them walked out of the castle together and headed towards the greenhouse, where various magical plants were cultivated.

Harry saw many bandages hanging from the Whomping Willow from afar, and felt guilty again.

The other students were standing in front of the greenhouse, waiting for Professor Sprout.

They had hardly arrived when Professor Sprout strode across the lawn, followed by Gerald Lockhart.

Professor Sprout is a short, stocky witch with a patched hat on her floating hair and a constant coat of dirt.

But Gerald Lockhart was spotless from head to toe, wearing a flowing turquoise robe and a turquoise hat with a gold rim on his golden hair.

When Su Xingchen saw Lockhart coming, he subconsciously hid behind people, always feeling that nothing good would happen if he met him.

"Hi there!" Lockhart said to the students in a jolly voice, and then began to boast about how he had demonstrated the Whomping Willow to Professor Sprout.

"Let's go to the third greenhouse today." Professor Sprout's face was obviously annoyed, contrary to his usual cheerfulness.

After opening the door, Lockhart stopped Harry who was about to go in.

"Harry, I've been wanting to talk to you, Professor Sprout. I suppose you don't mind him being two minutes late?"

Judging from Professor Sprout's expression, she minded, but Lockhart simply closed the door.

Ten minutes later, Harry slipped in quietly. Ron asked what Lockhart had said, and Harry shrugged: "Talking to me about becoming famous and attracting attention."

Today's class is about learning how to repot a mandrake. Professor Sprout rolled up his sleeves, firmly grasped a blade of grass, and pulled it up with force.

What was pulled out of the soil was not a grass root, but a very ugly baby with leaves growing on its head. Its skin was light green and spotted, and it was screaming at the top of its lungs.

Su Xingchen frowned. It was so ugly. It was another day that was so ugly that it was an eyesore.

By the end of the class, everyone was sweating and covered in mud. After returning to the castle and taking a shower, the Gryffindor students hurried off to Transfiguration.

Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class was always difficult, and by the end of the get out of class Harry hadn't transformed the beetle crawling all over the table into a button.

Ron was even more unlucky. His wand broke. He tried to fix it with magic tape, but it seemed that it wouldn't fix itself and kept snapping and sparking.

Every time Ron cast a Transfiguration spell, a gray smoke with the smell of rotten eggs would surround him tightly.

Harry earnestly suggested that he write home and buy a new one.

Ron's mood didn't improve until he finished his meal.

"What classes are we having this afternoon?" Harry asked, trying to liven up the atmosphere.

"Defence Against the Dark Arts," Hermione said quickly.

"Huh?" Ron grabbed her timetable. "Why did you circle all of Lockhart's classes with hearts?"

Hermione snatched back the timetable, her face flushing with anger.

Su Xingchen couldn't understand why the calm Hermione would like Lockhart, who looked so flamboyant. Was it the temptation of male beauty?

I have to say, Lockhart's face is still very handsome.

After lunch, they went to the yard to rest. Hermione buried her head in reading the book "Shipping with Vampires" which she had been reading all day, while Harry and Ron talked about Quidditch.

Su Xingchen didn't like reading Lockhart's books and was not interested in Quidditch, so he walked around to digest his food.

As Harry was speaking, he felt someone was watching him closely. He looked up and saw a very thin, gray-haired boy staring at him as if obsessed.

"Hello, Harry. My name is Colin Creevey." He breathed quickly and took a step forward timidly. "I'm in Gryffindor too. Can I take a picture of you?" He raised the camera with an expectant look on his face.

"Take a picture?" Harry asked blankly.

"That way I can prove I've met you." He took a few eager steps forward. "I know everything about you—maybe I could stand next to you and ask your friend to press the button, and then you can sign it for me."

"Autographed photos? Are you giving away autographed photos, Potter?" Draco's voice sneered as he stopped behind Colin, with the ferocious-looking Goyle and Crabbe next to him.

At Hogwarts, these two always followed him like bodyguards.

"Everyone line up, Harry Potter is going to hand out signed photos."

Harry looked around and found that Su Xingchen was not nearby.

"No, I didn't." He clenched his fists angrily. The treacherous Malfoy would only reveal his true colors when Su Xingchen was not around.

"You're jealous!" squeaked Colin.

"Jealous?" Draco's voice was low, but everyone in the yard was listening. "What should I be jealous of? Jealous that he has an ugly scar on his head?"

Goyle and Crabbe sneered.

"Eat slugs, Malfoy," said Ron angrily.

Crabbe stopped smiling and began to rub his thick knuckles viciously.

"Be careful, Weasley. Don't get into any more trouble or your mother will come and take you home." Draco studied the tone of the howling letter.

The Slytherin students nearby burst into laughter.

Ron drew his wand in anger.

"What happened?" Su Xingchen came back after walking around the yard and saw a group of people gathered where the few people were originally.

Hearing Su Xingchen's voice, Draco restrained the sarcastic look on his face, and Crabbe quickly put down his rubbing fists.

Su Xingchen walked closer and saw Harry and Ron's faces flushed with anger, and Draco and the other two looking a little unnatural.

Well, I don’t know what’s wrong with this young master again.