HP Star Shining

Su Xingchen didn't go to the Leaky Cauldron until noon the next day. As she expected, Harry had just gotten up.

The two sat in a dim corner of the Leaky Cauldron, chatting quietly.

Harry couldn't wait to tell Su Xingchen what happened after he arrived at the Leaky Cauldron last night and his suspicions.

"You eat first." Su Xingchen pushed the bean soup that Tom brought towards Harry.

Green peas and peppers were vaguely visible floating in the clear soup. She had been very foresighted to come after lunch.

"I think it has something to do with Sirius Black. He should be wandering around London. They didn't punish you to prevent you from running out again. Didn't Fudge tell you not to leave Diagon Alley? If an escaped prisoner from Azkaban killed the famous Harry Potter, you can imagine how much trouble the Ministry of Magic would be in. Tsk..."

Su Xingchen almost laughed herself to death after she finished speaking, but what could she do? She couldn't say that the Ministry of Magic was afraid that Black would kill her. Although he would definitely come after her, she couldn't be afraid. He was her godfather and he wouldn't hurt her.

Harry looked at her with confusion.

"It's okay, I just felt like sneezing suddenly." Su Xingchen covered his mouth to cover up.

Harry was skeptical. He thought carefully about what Xingchen said, then nodded. "You make sense."

This was the only way to explain Fudge's strange behavior, and he had to thank Black for saving him from death.

Harry wanted to ask Su Xingchen why she was so sure last night that he would not be expelled, but he also knew... she wouldn't tell him.

And the look he gave him just now seemed to say: Don't ask, or I'll beat him up if you ask.

So Harry lowered his head and continued to drink the bowl of bean soup.

Su Xingchen waited quietly for Harry to finish eating, his mind racing with thoughts.

The third year has begun, and the story is really not very pleasant.

From this year onwards, there seems to be no happy plot in every year.

She had never seen a Dementor, but everyone who mentioned it had a look of fear on their face, which was frightening. She was... even more frightened.

And that mouse, this year Harry will know who the enemy who betrayed his parents is, but she can't tell him in advance, and she has to watch Peter Pettigrew run away in the end.

After all, he was a key player in resurrecting Voldemort.

Even if they did send the rat to Azkaban, the unpredictable nature of the plot would inevitably lead to the emergence of a new character to resurrect Voldemort. Who would that person be? What methods would they use? Su Xingchen had no control over any of this. She couldn't bear the consequences if they caused more serious consequences. The lessons of the past few months were still fresh in her mind.

Su Xingchen quickly glanced at Harry, who was sipping his soup, and immediately lowered her head, saying sorry in her heart. She had always been mindful not to interfere with the plot, but as they spent more time together, this decision became increasingly difficult.

After eating, Harry suggested going to Diagon Alley for a walk. Su Xingchen immediately agreed. She couldn't stay here and think about random things anymore.

Harry wanted to go to the underground vault of Gringotts to withdraw money, but Su Xingchen refused to go in with him no matter what. Harry had no choice but to go and withdraw the money by himself and fill his purse.

Coming out of Gringotts, Harry saw Su Xingchen from afar sitting on a chair outside the ice cream shop, drinking the drink in his hand comfortably.

Florin Fusco, the owner of the ice cream shop, brought her an ice cream and said something that made her smile.

The sunlight reflected on the colorful parasol, leaving her face half in shadow and half bright.

Harry felt that Su Xingchen was the most contradictory person he had ever met.

Seeing him come out, she waved at him with a smile, "Harry, the shop owner gave me an ice cream, come and try it."

"Coming." Harry walked over quickly.

The sun is so warm today.

After enjoying their ice cream, the two of them wandered in and out of Diagon Alley.

As Su Xingchen learned more and more about magic, he also found it more and more interesting.

Cultivation focuses on the principle of "my destiny is in my own hands," with various spiritual roots, techniques, magic weapons, etc., focusing on offense. Magic, on the other hand, focuses more on the convenience of life, with very few attack spells, and three spells that can cause death are called the Unforgivable Curses.

The wizards are like living players in the game.

But… Su Xingchen scratched her chin. She seemed to have never met a monk in England. Although she couldn't tell if a cultivator was higher than her, there was still a sense of connection between monks.

Are there really so few cultivators in the Dharma Ending Age? Or is it because she rarely comes out that she has never encountered them?

Harry stopped and gently pushed Su Xingchen into the street to prevent her from being bumped by the boy who was running towards her excitedly.

He had just discovered that although Su Xingchen had been following him, he had already looked absent-minded.

She rarely did this before, but now she seems to be in a daze more and more often. Could it be that the time in the Chamber of Secrets had some effect on her body? Harry wondered.

"Why don't you leave?" After thinking about it, Su Xingchen found that the two of them stopped at one place and asked in confusion.

Harry's expression was indescribable, he didn't know whether he should say it or not.

"What's with that expression?" Su Xingchen said as he stretched out his two magic hands and rubbed Harry's head, making his already messy hair look like a bird's nest.

It feels so comfortable. No wonder everyone likes to pull people's heads.

"Harry, you need to eat more." Su Xingchen pointed his hand above his head, indicating that they were about the same height.

Harry's face turned red like a tomato. "Got it," he muttered softly, then lowered his head and used one hand to smooth down his messed up hair.

Su Xingchen couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth, but quickly suppressed it, trying hard to look serious.

Soon, she was drawn to a loud commotion. Across the street, a shop window was bustling with people. The scene felt familiar, and she looked up at the sign: a broom shop.

It seems like there are new products?

"Harry, do you want to go and see it too?" Su Xingchen asked.

"Yeah, let's go and see," Harry replied as he walked over there, as long as she stopped talking about height.

Just then, a big witch moved aside, and the two of them squeezed in with great effort.

In the window was displayed the most impressive broom Harry had ever seen, with a sign underneath it that read: FIREBOLT.

"It's really beautiful." Although Su Xingchen didn't like brooms, she had to admit that it was indeed very beautiful. Seeing Harry staring at it intently, she asked, "Do you like it?"

Harry nodded, "But my Nimbus 2000 is not bad either. It has never lost a game." Su Xingchen patted his shoulder and said, "It will be yours soon. This is specially prepared for you."

She glanced at the small words on the sign: Price is negotiable. It seems that Sirius is also a rich man.