HP Star Shining

In the deep night, as quiet as a pool of water, Su Xingchen woke up from a nightmare in a cold sweat.

The rain outside the window has stopped. A lonely crescent moon hangs in the dark sky, surrounded by thin clouds made of wisps of white mist.

What she said to Draco at night was true. If Harry hadn't fainted first, she would have been the one to faint.

Su Xingchen's hands were still trembling. The Dementors had a great impact on her, reminding her of many forgotten and faded memories.

All those things she had deliberately sealed away were awakened by the Dementors.

In her previous life, she was very young when her parents died in a car accident. She didn't feel anything about their departure, and she grew up eating at various people's homes. Only when she was ridiculed and bullied would she think, "I wish I had a father and a mother." But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't remember what they looked like.

She grew up with difficulty and was diagnosed with a terminal illness at the age of a flower. Her life was about to wither before it even blossomed.

Lying alone in bed, she felt relieved. It was fine like this, let it end like this.

But... it hurts so much, it hurts so much. The disease is like a cruel executioner, and every inch of her skin and every bone seems to be tearing apart.

Su Xingchen remembered that in her final moments, she actually cried, with an unknown sense of unwillingness.

It's a pity that her shallow life had nothing worth reminiscing about.

As Su Xingchen in this life, she is lucky.

A powerful family, a comfortable life, loving family members, everything that was once out of reach is now right before her eyes, and she is extremely attached to and cherishes it.

She carefully hid the sensitive and timid orphan in her previous life. She wanted to be Su Xingchen, the well-behaved and sensible daughter of Su Dad and Su Mom, and the sweet and lovely sister of Su Yuechen.

She did it for the first eleven years.

Unfortunately, she forgot that they were all strong people and probably looked down on her as a daughter who was so incompetent and annoying.

But everyone can tell her that if they think she is too weak, she will work hard to cultivate day and night. If there is anything she does not do well or something that makes people dissatisfied, as long as they point it out, she will do her best to change it. Why just kick her out without saying a word?

Having lived two lives, Su Xingchen's biggest flaw is actually that his sea of ​​consciousness is wider than that of people with the same level of cultivation, or in other words, his mental power.

She hid those unpleasant memories and slowly forgot them, so she could always comfort herself quickly.

All her calmness is proof of her cowardice and incompetence.

Su Xingchen lowered his head, his long hair wet with cold sweat covering half of his face in a messy manner.

In the nightmare, the faces of her parents who died early in her previous life were replaced by Su's father and mother. She watched how they died with her own eyes, and was in great pain. After finally finding them again, she was scolded and kicked out with a cold face.

Her despair and helplessness intertwined with each other, like a surging tide rushing towards her and drowning her. She struggled to wake up in the suffocation.

The shallow breathing sounds of the classmates around him gradually calmed Su Xingchen down from the fear of the nightmare.

Night, still the same night.

But I couldn't sleep anymore.

On the first morning at Hogwarts, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Su Xingchen went to the Great Hall for breakfast and passed by the Slytherin table.

"Hey! Potter!" a black-haired girl screamed, "Potter! The Dementors are coming! Potter!"

Su Xingchen recognized that she was the one who was full of hostility towards her in the Slytherin common room last semester.

"Ignore her," said Hermione, who was walking behind Harry. "Pansy Parkinson is just a crazy Slytherin."

Su Xingchen, who was following Hermione, paused. Was Parkinson serious? Was it the Parkinson she was thinking of?

Harry plopped down next to George Weasley, who handed everyone the new third-year timetable. "What's wrong with you, Harry?"

Ron glared at the Slytherin table angrily. The Slytherin students were talking about something and bursting into laughter again.

"Don't think about it, Harry," George comforted him. "Dad had to go to Azkaban once, and when he came back he was limp and shaking. He said he had never seen such a horrible place. The Dementors sucked all the joy out of it, and most of the prisoners there ended up going crazy."

"Wait until our first Quidditch match is over and see if they can still laugh," said Fred. "Slytherin versus Gryffindor, the first of the season. Remember that, Harry?"

Harry's mood brightened considerably and he helped himself to some sausages and grilled tomatoes.

Hermione was studying her new schedule, "Great, we have some new classes today."

"Hermione." Ron frowned. "You have almost ten classes a day. Where do you find so much time?"

"There will be a way. I have already discussed it with Professor McGonagall."

"But look," Ron laughed and pointed at the timetable, "see this morning's classes? Divination at nine, Muggle Studies at nine, and Arithmancy at nine. How can you possibly be in three classrooms?"

Of course she can, Su Xingchen thought to himself.

"Don't be silly, I certainly can't be in three classrooms at the same time."

"then you……"

"Pass the marmalade."

"But……"

"Come on, Ron. Even if my schedule is a little full, what's it to you?" Hermione said fiercely. "I already told you, I've discussed this with Professor McGonagall."

Of course Su Xingchen knew how to solve this problem, but she couldn't tell it unless Hermione said it. After all, the fewer people who knew, the better, right?

The auditorium was getting emptier and emptier as students rushed to their first class.

Su Xingchen looked at the schedule in her hand. The first class was Divination, which she happened to be attending as well. "We'd better hurry. Divination is on the top of the North Tower, which seems quite far away."

The four of them said goodbye to George and Fred and walked out of the auditorium.

The path through the castle to the North Tower was a long one, and although everyone had been at Hogwarts for two years, they didn't know it very well.

For example, they had never been to the North Tower once.

"There must be... a... shortcut," panted Ron.

They had climbed seven long flights of stairs and reached an empty landing. There was nothing on the landing except a large painting of a green meadow on the wall.

"I think it's this way." Hermione looked at an empty corridor on the right.

"That's impossible," said Ron. "That's the south side. You can see a little bit of the lake out the window."

At such times, Su Xingchen never had a say, after all, she had no idea which way was which.

Harry stared at the painting as a plump little grey horse walked slowly onto the meadow and began to eat the grass carelessly.

Everyone has become accustomed to the Hogwarts photos and art club activities, and sometimes they even leave their own frames and visit each other.

Harry enjoyed watching them.