HP Star Shining

Ron angrily snapped his copy of The Standard Book of Spells, Year Two, and Hermione snapped hers shut shortly afterwards, whispering, "Who could it be? Or rather... who would most want to see Squibs and Muggle-borns kicked out of Hogwarts?"

"Let's think about it, who values ​​bloodline the most?" Ron looked at Hermione, and Hermione looked at him.

"You mean - Malfoy?" Harry closed his book too.

"There will be no one else except him. Think about his family and what he said to Hermione..." Ron said firmly.

"That... isn't him." Su Xingchen said weakly from the side.

Ron looked at her in disbelief, "Xingchen, you still believe in Malfoy?"

"I don't believe him." Su Xingchen felt powerless to complain in his heart, because it wasn't him at all. I just want you to take fewer detours, young man!

After a heated discussion, the three finally decided to go to the restricted area to find a book on how to make the transformation potion.

Su Xingchen didn't want to drink that stuff. She remembered that in a movie she had seen, three people vomited after drinking it.

She suggested that she could ask Draco directly, but was flatly rejected by Harry and Ron.

After the last incident on the Quidditch field, Su Xingchen and Malfoy had not spoken to each other for a long time, so Harry was unwilling to allow the two to contact each other again.

Soon it was time for Defense Against the Dark Arts class again. Ever since the elf disaster, Lockhart never brought any living creatures into the classroom again.

He now reads his book in class, and sometimes acts out the more dramatic parts.

Lockhart particularly liked to call Harry up to the stage to join him in his praise. So far, Harry had portrayed characters such as a simple Transylvanian villager who was given a Bubble Blowing Charm and cured by Lockhart, a Himalayan Yeti with a cold, and a vampire who, after interacting with Lockhart, only ate carrots.

Su Xingchen got a toothache every time he saw it.

In today's Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Harry was pulled to the stage again. He wanted to refuse, but after thinking about their plan, he went up anyway.

Today he plays a mad werewolf.

The bell rang for the end of get out of class. Today's homework was to write a poem for Lockhart who defeated the werewolf. The reward was a signed copy of "Magic Me".

Su Xingchen swore that she had never seen anyone as narcissistic as Lockhart.

After all the students left, Hermione walked towards Lockhart's podium, holding a piece of paper tightly in her hand.

When she left, she had a note signed by Lockhart granting them access to the Restricted Section.

"I can't believe it." Harry studied the signature on the note carefully. "He didn't even look at what book we wanted."

"Because he's a brainless idiot," Ron said. "Don't worry about them. We've got what we wanted anyway."

"He's not a brainless idiot," Hermione squeaked.

"Just because he said you were the best student in the grade..."

The four of them lowered their voices as they entered the dreary library. The librarian, Ms. Pince, was a thin woman with a bad temper.

"Powerful Potion?" she repeated doubtfully, trying to take the note from Hermione's hand, but Hermione held on tightly.

"Give it to her, we'll get another autograph for you." Ron snatched the note and handed it to Madam Pince.

Madam Pince held the note up to the light, then strode into the tall bookshelves.

A few minutes later, she was holding a large book that looked moldy.

Hermione put it carefully into her bag, trying not to look too guilty.

After getting the book, the few of them prepared to find a place to study the potions they needed.

Ron was very reluctant to go to the bathroom where Myrtle was, but Hermione strongly opposed it, saying that it was the only place where no one would go and they would not be discovered.

Su Xingchen didn't want to go either! She walked in trembling with fear, afraid that Weeping Myrtle would suddenly appear in front of her again like last time.

Fortunately, Myrtle was hiding in her own room crying today and ignored them.

Su Xingchen breathed a sigh of relief. He still hadn't recovered from the illness caused by Myrtle's scare last time.

In a compartment, Hermione carefully opened the "Powerful Potion", and the four of them now knew why it was in the restricted area.

Some of the potions have effects so horrific they're unimaginable, and they're accompanied by some chilling illustrations.

"Here it is!" Hermione found the Polyjuice Potion and became excited.

"I hope the agonized expressions on those people's faces were just the illustrator's imagination," Harry hoped sincerely.

Su Xingchen looked at him silently.

No, you're overthinking it.

"This is the most complicated potion I've ever seen," said Hermione.

Polyjuice Potion requires a lot of ingredients, which means they not only have to get them from the student lockers, but also have to steal them from Professor Snape.

What Ron found most difficult to accept was that the person being transformed had to do something.

"What do you mean by a little something from the person we want to become? I won't drink it if it contains Crabbe's toenail!"

Su Xingchen thought about it and felt that it was indeed disgusting.

"I think we should think about it carefully. My intuition tells me that these things have nothing to do with Draco. If you really want to know, I can ask him directly."

Harry originally wanted to say that Su Xingchen's intuition was very accurate, but gave up after hearing the last sentence.

Hermione snapped the book shut.

"Xingchen, do you think if you ask him, he will tell you the truth?"

Su Xingchen nodded. In fact, it didn’t matter whether she said it or not, because she knew who it was anyway.

"I think you are so naive. If I were the heir, I would never admit it myself."

"Well, if you're scared and want to run away, that's fine." Hermione's cheeks flushed bright red and her eyes were brighter than usual.

"You know, I'm reluctant to break the school rules. I think threatening Muggle-borns is far worse than breaking the school rules. If you don't want to find out if Malfoy did it, then I'm going to return the book to Madam Pince."

"I never thought you'd be trying to convince us to break the rules," said Ron. "Okay, let's do it, but please don't break your toenails, okay?"

"How long does this potion take to make?" Harry asked.

Hermione's mood improved at this time and she opened the book again.

Su Xingchen was speechless and could not persuade him.

"The sap grass can only be harvested on a full moon, and the lacewings need to be boiled for twenty days... If I have all the ingredients, I think a month should be enough."

"A month?" Ron exclaimed. Seeing Hermione's eyes narrowed again, ready to explode, he quickly saved himself. "But this is the best solution we can think of. Let's do it."

This is not the best way!

The villain in Su Xingchen's heart was crying silently, but these three children... each one was more unwilling to listen than the other.

Anyway, she absolutely doesn't want to drink that stuff!

As they left, Ron whispered to Harry, "It would save a lot of trouble if you could knock Malfoy off his broom tomorrow."

Harry woke up early on Saturday morning.

He was a little nervous, thinking about the upcoming Quidditch match, thinking about the opponent having the fastest broomstick, and this was the time he wanted to beat Slytherin the most.

When he arrived at the empty hall table, he found that he was not the only one who was nervous. The Gryffindor team members were all sitting at the table, silent.

As it was almost eleven o'clock, all the teachers and students in the school began to walk towards the Quidditch field.

When Harry walked into the locker room, his three good friends came to cheer him up.

Su Xingchen reminded Harry in a very subtle way to be careful, but it was not known whether he listened or not.

When she saw the Gryffindor team members worried about Slytherin's broom, she went to see Professor McGonagall.

She said that if the professor agreed, she could also sponsor a new broom for each Gryffindor.

But Professor McGonagall refused, saying that although she wanted to win, she also believed in the Gryffindor children.

Su Xingchen had no choice but to give up. She didn't want to do this in her personal capacity and make her Gryffindor classmates feel that she was superior.

Today is a hot and humid day, with thunder rumbling faintly in the sky.

Participating in a competition in this kind of weather is really... Flying under thunderclouds on a broomstick made Su Xingchen feel as if he would be struck by lightning at any moment.

But she looked around and saw that no one seemed to have any problems and they were all looking forward to the start of the competition with great interest.

When the Gryffindor team walked onto the field, they were greeted by a raucous cheer, mainly from Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff students who also desperately wanted to see Slytherin lose, with occasional, less obvious boos from Slytherins.

The game started soon.

"Listen to my whistle," said Madam Hodge. "Three, two, one!"

The crowd roared and celebrated their takeoff, and fourteen brooms flew into the gloomy sky.

At the beginning, the two teams were in a stalemate, but Slytherin's broom was too fast, and it was difficult for Gryffindor to break the situation.

What frightened Su Xingchen the most was not that Harry and Draco seemed to be competing with each other, but that there was a Bludger that seemed to be chasing Harry like crazy.

Although she had known this would happen, knowing and seeing were completely different things, and it did not affect her feeling of thrill.

Fred and George had to protect Harry closely, which put Gryffindor in an even more passive position.

The game was paused for a moment, and when it resumed, George and Fred were no longer guarding Harry closely.

At this time, it started to rain, and it was getting heavier and heavier.

Harry flew around the playing field, up and down, left and right, looking a little funny, and everyone in the stands laughed out loud.

Su Xingchen knew that the child was struggling to avoid the crazy Bludger.

She saw Harry pause for a moment before the Bludger struck him hard in the arm.

Harry felt a little dizzy, the continuous rain hit his face, and there was a piercing pain in his arm. His hand must be broken.