Harry Potter: This senior is pretty strong

Charlie's encounter with Pussy was just the beginning.

The second son of the Weasley family never thought about what would happen between him and this girl. He just instinctively felt that she was not a simple person and that there was no harm in getting to know her—which was obvious, since someone who could dislocate Charmander's jaw with his bare hands could not be simple.

Then, he also thought that at least he had some cooking skills inherited from his mother, Molly Weasley, so that he wouldn't just stand by and watch the little girl open her mouth and gnaw on raw meat that was still bloody.

When the girl named Pusi ate the wild boar choy that Charlie had grilled, her eyes widened. She ate with gusto, her mouth dripping with oil, and mumbled praises of Charlie's cooking skills.

"Mmm, delicious... From now on... mmm... you'll make this for me every day, and I'll go hunt wild boar... mmm, I want to eat your roasted meat for the rest of my life..."

The girl's words made Charlie blush deeply, and Charlie was well aware that Pusi did not know the specific meaning of the following sentence in certain contexts.

"Ahem, no problem." The second son of the Weasleys cleared his throat and agreed to the girl's request.

Yeah, it's just cooking, it's a very simple thing.

“Eat slowly, I’ll make you some tea… I learned this from a big, burly friend of mine. Drinking tea will soothe your stomach after eating too much meat.” Charlie said, setting up the kettle on the stove and starting to boil water.

"Tea? I haven't had any yet, thank you!" the girl said, squinting her eyes, and then continued eating the grilled meat.

Seeing the girl enjoying her meal, Charlie couldn't help but smile slightly.

What a strange but energetic girl, he thought to himself.

Then, he regretted sending those letters too early. If he had sent them later, he could have written about his encounter with Pusi in the letters. Qin would probably have been very interested in hearing some strange and unusual stories, and that guy always had a lot of ideas that were different from others.

Thinking of this, Charlie couldn't help but miss his life at Hogwarts, a truly unforgettable memory.

"Here! Have some meat. It'll make you feel better!" The girl suddenly handed Charlie a piece of grilled rib and said earnestly.

She probably noticed that the red-haired boy's mood had suddenly become somewhat depressed.

"……Thanks!"

Charlie took the tender roasted meat, hesitated for a moment, and then started eating it just like the girl.

I must say, eating meat like this really did improve my mood.

The water boiled, the tea was brewed, and each person had a cup. The girl held the cup with both hands, blowing on the steam inside, taking small sips of this unique drink that was bittersweet, her eyes curving comfortably into crescents. Charlie watched her clumsy yet joyful appearance, his gaze gradually softening.

Life in Longchang seems to have become less boring and dull.

……

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The encounter between Charlie Weasley, a lifelong single, and the wild and adorable young woman, Pussy, is like a shooting star falling to earth. It seems accidental, but in fact, it has an inevitability in the dark.

Of course, neither of them realized the arrangement and trickery of fate, and they were enjoying the joy of their first meeting—one was happy because he was eating meat, and the other was happy because he was watching the other eat meat.

As the saying goes, it takes ten years for a sapling to grow into a shady tree, and it takes far more than a few years for people to change.

The events described here are just the beginning, but we will leave them aside for later.

Next, let's catch up with Charlie's letters, ride on the wings of an owl, go through several magical teleportations, transfer to another owl, and finally arrive at that great magic school—Hogwarts!

At Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, during the first week of the new school year, the outside world seemed to be kept out of reach of the school by some invisible hand. The entire campus was bustling with activity—among the restless senior students who couldn't suppress their excitement after the holidays, and the first-year students who were curious and impulsive.

Among the older students, such as the twins Fred and George, they tried to get Professor Quirrell to remove his garlic-smelling headscarf, but each lost ten points for causing trouble.

Among the new students, such as Harry, Ron, and Adam, the three of them were often scolded by the warden Argus Filch for appearing in the wrong corridors. Even when Harry and Ron explained that they had just accidentally gone to the wrong place, Filch would still scold them for a long time.

Qin Yu, a second-year student, was not as reckless as the Weasley twins, and Hermione was not as prone to getting lost in the complex corridors and staircases of Hogwarts as a typical first-year student.

The reason Hermione quickly became familiar with the Hogwarts layout is simple: she had a qualified guide.

"...I've already taken you to the classrooms, the herb greenhouse, the workshop, and the storage room that we often visit... Also, pay close attention to those staircases and doors that suddenly turn or disappear... Finally, if you get lost, do you remember what I told you to do?" Qin Yu pointed to the simple layout map and explained each point, then looked at Hermione at the end.

"Stay where you are and blow the whistle!" Hermione said solemnly.

"Hmm, not bad." Qin Yu nodded in satisfaction.

The whistle Hermione mentioned was not an ordinary whistle, nor did it make much noise. It was made of a special alchemical material. When it was blown, another piece of alchemical material of the same nature that Qin Yu carried with him would resonate. This way, he could know immediately that Hermione was in trouble and could roughly sense her location.

Of course, this material was given to Qin Yu by Professor Swinton before he left, and Qin Yu spent about a summer figuring out how to refine it into a warning whistle.

In short, he equipped Hermione with it as soon as he finished making it after the start of the school year and taught her how to use it.

It was breakfast time, and one after another, diligent owls flew into the auditorium carrying various letters and packages, fluttering down the contents.

Qin Yu's white owl also dropped a letter into his hand.

Upon receiving the letter, Qin Yu subconsciously looked up and around as if searching for something. However, he quickly shrugged and gave a self-deprecating chuckle, realizing that he was probably being a little crazy.

There was nothing he could do; lately, he would occasionally feel like someone was watching him, but he couldn't pinpoint the source.

"Could it be because I'm the protagonist that there are observers from a higher level watching me?" This strange thought popped into Qin Yu's mind.

Lost in thought, he opened the letter.

"...It was written by Charlie. He talked about his life in Dragon Field, Romania. It seemed quite interesting. He even invited me to visit sometime." Qin Yu glanced through it and then said to Hermione, who kept peeking in from the side.

"Dragon Field? Are there really dragons there?" Hermione asked, her eyes lighting up.

"Of course, but he doesn't have a camera, so he can't take photos and send them over. Otherwise, we should be able to see a photo of him with the fire dragon." Qin Yu said this with a rather helpless tone.

After all, in my previous life I had a phone with tens of millions of pixels, so I could take pictures of whatever I wanted.

These days, it's really not that convenient. Even taking a casual photo of your sister or girlfriend requires asking a classmate with a magic camera.

Sigh, it's already 91, and our Mr. Qin hasn't even made a single video. (Qin Yu: Author, if you keep using such nonsensical language, I'll throw a melon at you, believe it or not?!)

……

After breakfast, they went to their respective classes separately, with Qin Yu and Hermione heading in different directions.

Just as they were about to reach the corner of the corridor, the little girl looked back again, waved to Qin Yu, and gave him a bright smile.

Then, Qin Yu saw Hermione's roommates, Parvati Petit and Lavender Brown, whispering something to each other. Hermione's face immediately turned red, and after saying a few words to her two roommates, she turned and ran away.

Watching the cute little witch disappear around the corner, Qin Yu couldn't help but smack his lips, composed himself, and went to the second-year classroom with Elvis and the others.

In the direction Hermione went, a magic teacher with long hair, wearing a black robe, and always with a cold face walked into the underground classroom.

——Dimensional wall——

Happy Children's Day!!! (Pretending this chapter was posted yesterday)