HP Star Shining

In her first year, she could tell Dumbledore about the Mirror of Erised regardless of Harry's feelings, but now it would be difficult for her to do as well as Hermione.

She knows that she is an emotional animal, and her emotions often outweigh her rationality.

It’s hard to be a good friend!

Hermione kept talking for a long time before she realized that the listener was already drowsy.

"Xingchen!" She screamed. Su Xingchen was frightened and suddenly woke up.

"Do you think I did the right thing?" Hermione stared at her face closely, as if waiting for an important answer.

"Uh..." What did you say? Oh, Firebolt.

"You're right." Su Xingchen said slowly.

Hermione's tense breath relaxed upon hearing the answer she wanted.

"It's just..." Su Xingchen looked at her seriously, "We also have to consider Harry's feelings. You know he's been very sad since the Nimbus 2000 broke down. You can imagine how excited he was when he saw the Firebolt."

"I know, but..." Hermione frowned again. She was about to say something to convince the other party when her attention was suddenly attracted by the fluffy thing behind the pillow.

"What is this?" She leaned over. "It's actually a magic rabbit? Don't you want to keep small animals?"

"Ah, it...is a gift from someone else."

Hermione didn't doubt the gift Su Xingchen mentioned. She always had a lot of gifts, so she probably didn't open all of them that morning.

"Who gave it to you?" Hermione observed the little white rabbit lying on her lap curiously. It looked familiar, but all rabbits seemed to look the same. "Cedric?"

"No, but why did you think of him first?" Su Xingchen was very curious.

Hermione raised an eyebrow. "Maybe it's because you two are so close, so I just asked casually."

"I see." Su Xingchen nodded, picked up the rabbit and placed it next to the pillow, "It's time to sleep, little fur ball. I'm telling you, don't poop on the bed, or I'll throw you out."

The corners of Hermione's pursed lips curled up slightly as she looked at the man lying on the bed "threatening" an ordinary magical rabbit. Even though Xingchen said that Diggory had a girl he liked, she still reasonably suspected that her silly friend had been "tricked".

It doesn't matter, she won't say anything.

Just let Xingchen stay this silly. All the stinky boys will stay away, and she can monopolize her sweet and soft friend for a few more years. It’s really great to think about it.

"It's called Furball?" asked Hermione.

"Yes, yes, how about this name? Isn't it good?"

Hermione's expression was indescribable. Su Xingchen saw it.

"Then...Xiaobai?" She hesitated.

Hermione's expression became more complicated. "Let's call it Little Furball. It suits it very well."

"I think the little ball of fur is nice too." Su Xingchen crawled into the quilt aggrievedly. She didn't know how to give names, and the little ball of fur was the best thing Su Xingchen, who couldn't name, could think of.

Maybe it was because of the furry companionship that I had a rare dreamless night.

The next day, Hermione hid in the library early in the morning. She didn't want to quarrel with Ron. She had a very unpleasant argument with Harry and Ron last night because of the Firebolt.

Su Xingchen went downstairs yawning. As soon as he stepped into the common room, Harry pulled him into a corner.

He looked around, made sure there was no one around, and then whispered, "Xingchen, can you ask Professor McGonagall to get the Firebolt back?"

Su Xingchen was completely bewildered. She was going to ask for it? How could she ask for it?

Seeing that she looked like she was still half asleep, Harry pursed his lips and reminded her, "I know you don't want people to know that it was you who gave the Firebolt, but..." The thought of the Firebolt being dismembered made him so heartbroken that he couldn't sleep the whole night. After much hesitation, he finally came to find her.

"Wait!" Su Xingchen finally extracted useful information from Harry's words, "Do you think I was the one who gave him the Firebolt?" Is that why he seemed to be hesitant to speak to her several times last night?

Harry nodded, "I can't think of anyone else but you."

Oh my god, she doesn’t dare to take credit for this.

"Harry, I didn't give you the Firebolt."

Harry felt as if he had been shot by an arrow, and he was completely stunned. "It's not you?"

Su Xingchen shook his head.

"Who could it be?" Harry's expression became visibly helpless. "Professor McGonagall might dismember it..."

Su Xingchen moved his lips and almost wanted to say Sirius's name.

She didn't say anything, but Harry caught her expression sharply.

"But you know who sent it, right, Xingchen?" Harry became excited again.

Su Xingchen wanted to say she didn't know, but facing Harry's expectant eyes, she hesitated and finally nodded.

"Great!" Harry was completely excited. "You can tell Professor McGonagall, then we can get the Firebolt back." He took Su Xingchen's hand and was about to walk out of the lounge.

"Harry, listen to me, I can't tell Professor McGonagall who sent it."

Harry stopped and looked back at her in confusion, "Why?"

"Anyway, I can't tell." Once he said it, Firebolt was completely finished and dismembered.

"Then tell me who you are and I'll go find Professor McGonagall."

Su Xingchen shook her head vigorously. If he knew, he would go crazy. He still thought that Black was the enemy who killed his father and mother. He was afraid that Harry would dismantle the bolt himself before Professor McGonagall did. The Firebolt's life was also a life, and she had to protect it.

Harry looked at her straight, but Su Xingchen refused to give in this time.

The hand holding her wrist slowly loosened and slid down.

"I see."

Harry turned and left, and Su Xingchen felt a headache.

Damn it, I made the child sad again.

She was such a jerk. Why not just say she didn't know? He tapped her head and said, "You might as well just die of stupidity."

In the common room, Su Xingchen was lying on the table doing her homework. Harry greeted her awkwardly and then sat at a table far away with Ron.

Ron looked at the two of them strangely. "Harry, what happened between you and Xingchen? Did you have a fight?" He bumped Harry's arm and asked in a low voice.

Su Xingchen heard it, she raised her head and looked towards the two of them. Harry happened to be looking over there, but when he met her gaze he quickly looked away.

"If you ask me, this was Hermione's fault. You can't take your anger out on Xingchen for it." Ron didn't understand and thought that Harry had implicated Su Xingchen because of Hermione's complaint.

"No, we're fine. I'm a little cold and want to be closer to the fire," said Harry.

Su Xingchen lowered her head and returned her gaze to her homework.

It's okay, but the current situation is a bit similar to the Mirror of Erised incident in first grade.

The memory of death came flooding back. At that time, she didn't care about Harry's awkwardness and felt that she was great and upright. But now she felt a little uncomfortable. She couldn't say she was sad, but she didn't feel comfortable at all.

She could understand Harry's thoughts, he just felt that he could help but refused to take back the Firebolt.

But they had known each other for three years, practically every day, so didn't she know what kind of person she was? Would she just sit back and do nothing if she could really help?