HP Hogwarts Chinese exchange students

Ron and Hermione stood there with angry expressions on their faces, staring at the direction where Malfoy and Carefree left until their figures completely disappeared from their sight.

Ron's face was so gloomy that water could drip out of it. He rolled his eyes in dissatisfaction and muttered to himself: "Why would Mavis like to stay with that kind of person?" He really couldn't understand her choice and felt that it was simply a torture.

Hermione was keenly aware of Ron's change of mood. She glanced at Ron out of the corner of her eye and cursed him in her heart for being a coward.

In fact, Hermione had noticed Ron's unusual reaction as early as last semester, when Slytherin House obtained Professor Snape's personal approval to compete with Gryffindor for the use of the Quidditch field in order to train their new seeker.

At that time in Hagrid's hut, Ron was furious and Hermione began to doubt him. As time went by, she gradually discovered the secret hidden deep in Ron's heart - he actually liked Mavis!

This discovery surprised Hermione a little, but she didn't object to it. Mavis was her good friend, and compared to Malfoy's bad temper, Ron seemed to be better than him.

But Ron, this coward, never showed it, and he didn't even dare to approach her actively, which made Hermione speechless.

Ron sat down on a big rock nearby, looked at the Screaming Shack in the distance and said, "Hermione, do you think we should go over and take a look?"

Hermione pouted in disdain and said, "Boring, I'm not going."

Ron was about to say something when the fur on both sides of his hat began to jump inexplicably, as if a pair of invisible hands were patting them constantly.

Ron was so frightened by this sudden change that his face turned pale as paper, and his body was as stiff as a sculpture. He slowly raised his head, looked at Hermione with horror, and said in a trembling voice: "Hermione... is haunted..."

Hermione frowned in confusion, but when she looked at Ron, she found that the ball of fur on his hat had stopped dancing.

However, the next moment, something strange happened - Hermione's hair began to flutter, as if controlled by a mysterious force.

Ron stared at Hermione in horror, while Hermione raised the corners of her mouth in a hint of a smile. She looked up at her flying hair and chuckled softly, "Oh, Harry. Hahahaha, stop it."

Before he finished his words, Harry suddenly appeared in front of them like a ghost. He and Hermione looked at each other, and they both laughed out loud, and their laughter echoed in the cold air.

Ron's tense nerves finally relaxed, he took a long breath, and complained to Harry with a bitter face: "I'm scared to death, Harry, this is not fun at all."

Harry looked at Ron's frightened look and laughed so hard that tears were about to flow out. He panted and teased, "Come on, Ron, your expression just now was so funny!"

The three of them laughed heartily in the snow, their silver bell-like laughter intertwined with each other, making the cold winter warm.

There is a romantic atmosphere in the Puddifu Tea House, and the air seems to be filled with sweetness.

This is one of the most popular places in Hogsmeade, especially for couples who want a quiet and cozy place to spend some quality time together.

Therefore, this place also became their first choice for dating. There were many couples kissing passionately in the compartments on the second floor. Wuyou couldn't stand it anymore after sitting down for a while.

Although she knew that this was a very normal phenomenon in foreign countries, she still felt a little embarrassed. Maybe she was an old feudalist from the Qing Dynasty.

Wuyou took out his wand and cast two soundproofing spells, isolating all the noise outside. The whole room suddenly became quiet.

Draco took a sip of tea, frowned and sighed: "Tsk, can't these stupid couples pay attention? This completely affects other people's mood for eating!"

Theodore pushed the cake in front of Wuyou and said, "It tastes good, you try it."

Wuyou nodded, picked up the spoon, scooped a spoonful and put it into his mouth. The rich cantaloupe flavor instantly spread in his mouth, and the cream was also very delicate and smooth. The two were matched just right, leaving people with an endless aftertaste.

She smiled with satisfaction and continued to enjoy the delicious food.

Draco looked at Wuyou eating the cake, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised. He took another sip of tea and his eyes fell on the people passing by.

He found that many people were looking at them, their eyes full of curiosity and excitement.

Draco rolled his eyes and said, "These people are crazy, what are they looking at? Have they never seen cake or tea?"

Theodore glanced at the people and dogs, who tilted their heads furtively, and said nothing. He didn't care about these things. He only cared about whether Wuyou was happy. As long as Wuyou was happy, he didn't care what others thought.

Wuyou finished the last bite of cake, licked his lips gently, then narrowed his eyes contentedly and said happily: "Sure enough, fruit cake is the best choice. Puddifoot's cake is almost comparable to Aunt Narcissa's!"

After hearing Wuyou's praise, Draco's mouth corners slightly raised, and he raised his chin with some pride. He deliberately pretended to be disdainful, raised his eyebrows and said: "The cakes made by my mother are the most delicious! Those ingredients are all top-notch. How can the cakes here compare with those made by my mother? But...if you like, you can come to my Malfoy Manor to eat anytime!"

Wuyou couldn't help laughing after hearing what Draco said, but she quickly put away her smile and answered seriously, "Well, although I like the cakes your mother makes, I can't run to your house every day, right? That's too unladylike, and there are so many rules in Malfoy Manor that I can't remember them all."

Draco retorted, "You only need to do that in front of my parents. I never asked you to follow those rules, did I?"

Wuyou shook his head and said, "Forget it, although that is indeed not required, it is your home after all. I still need to abide by the rules no matter what. It's too troublesome.

Draco curled his lips and said, "But pure-blood families all have a lot of rules. Doesn't Theodore's family have them too? Don't you still go there often?"

Wuyou shook his head and said, "But Theodore's father is usually not at home, and he never said there are any rules. Besides, Lotte's cakes are delicious, and he can even cook a few oriental dishes!"

Theodore had a faint smile on his face and whispered, "Lot likes you very much. It learned it specifically to welcome you." His voice was soft and gentle, like the breeze blowing across your cheek on a spring day.

Wuyou couldn't help but smile happily after hearing this. She turned to look at Draco, blinked proudly and said, "See, Theodore's home is different!" Her tone was full of joy and satisfaction, and she seemed very satisfied with this special way of welcome.

Draco pouted in dissatisfaction and muttered, "Humph, I can also teach the house-elves in Malfoy Manor to cook oriental food!" His voice was not loud, but the pride and confidence in his tone could not be concealed.

His eyes revealed a stubbornness that refused to admit defeat, as if he was determined to win in this matter.

Theodore didn't say anything, but just raised his eyes quietly and glanced at Draco.

His eyes were calm, as if not disturbed by what Draco said. However, this look made Draco feel a little uneasy.

Draco looked at Theodore strangely, his brows furrowed tighter and tighter, but Theodore still looked at him indifferently.

Wuyou saw that the atmosphere seemed to be getting weird, so he quickly waved his hands and said with a smile: "Alright, alright, I know Malfoy Manor is fine! Don't argue about this issue anymore. Really, why did I have to say that?"

Wuyou sighed in his heart and complained, "I'm really drunk. Every time I come to Puddifu Tea House, I enjoy my stomach but torture my heart. And every time, it's this weird three-person table. Maybe people who don't know me will think I'm some pervert who's into all kinds of things?!"

Wuyou sighed, slowly stood up, and said softly: "I'm going to go out for a while. I'll come back with the other cake later." There was a hint of helplessness and fatigue in her voice.

Draco looked at Theodore closely, a hint of dissatisfaction flashed in his eyes, then he stood up and said firmly to Wuyou: "I'll go with you." His tone revealed a determination that could not be refused.

However, at this moment, Theodore, who was sitting next to him, also stood up. He looked at Wuyou calmly and said lightly: "I can go with you." There was no expression on his face, but his eyes looked very serious.

Wuyou held their arms and pulled them down, saying firmly, "I'll go alone. You guys can eat slowly here. I'll be back after taking a breath."

What on earth are these two little brats doing? Why are they so childish? They even bring up a first-grader's argument about which family is better?