HP Hogwarts Chinese exchange students

The consequence of partying and staying up late was that it was extremely difficult to get up early. Even when sitting at the Slytherin table and eating breakfast, Wuyou could hardly open his eyes.

She yawned and mechanically stuffed food into her mouth, her head nodding as if she would fall asleep at any moment.

Draco looked at the half-dead Wuyou next to him, his mouth twitched slightly, and he reached out to take the fork from her hand and said, "Don't put the fork to your face. I hope you know there is no food on it."

Wuyou raised his head drowsily, glanced at the fork that Draco had taken away, then closed his eyes, nodded, and leaned on his shoulder to continue dozing off.

Draco sighed helplessly and took two pineapple buns to leave for her.

The History of Magic class is the most boring, but it is a required course, and if you want to maintain good grades, you must take notes carefully.

So she could only force herself to cheer up and take notes along with Hermione.

But while she was quickly writing notes with her right hand, she secretly picked up the bread with her left hand and stuffed it into her mouth. The chaos yet order looked a little funny.

Hermione noticed her stealing the bread, turned around and looked at her with a helpless smile on her face: "Mavis, why are you the same as Ron, eating in class."

Wuyou chuckled and responded, "It's different. I can take notes while eating!"

The two of them chatted quietly in the front and then looked at Ron and Harry in the last row together.

Ron was chewing on a chicken drumstick, and nudged Harry with his elbow with a puzzled look on his face. He asked in a low voice, "Harry, why do I feel like Hermione and Mavis are talking about us?"

Harry's eyes were bleary-eyed, as if he was about to close them and fall asleep in the next second.

As soon as he closed his eyes last night, the image of Mavis dancing appeared in his mind, so much so that he didn't fall asleep until late at night.

Therefore, the hypnotic level of the History of Magic class in the morning was increased several times for him, and he fell asleep almost at the beginning.

Harry's mind was just in a daze when he was suddenly awakened by Ron's behavior. He thought it was the professor who came.

He stood up suddenly, but halfway through he suddenly realized that this was a History of Magic class and the professor didn't care about them at all, so he sat back down quickly.

Ron was also startled by Harry's big move, and the chicken leg in his hand accidentally poked his robe, leaving a greasy stain.

Harry's loud noise woke up the other little wizards who were dozing off. They turned around and looked at them in surprise. Ron silently put down the hand holding the chicken leg and quickly lowered his head to read.

Harry smiled awkwardly, turned the textbook in front of him on the table, opened a random page, and started scribbling with the inkless quill.

Pansy was suddenly awakened by his movement and couldn't help but complain in a low voice: "What is Potter doing? It's inexplicable!"

Draco rolled his eyes in disdain and said, "The savior always stands out, doesn't he? I thought you were used to it."

Blaise raised his hand and put it around Pansy's shoulders, gently straightened her face and whispered, "Why are you looking at him? Look at me more when you wake up!"

Draco looked at Blaise with disdain and turned away, continuing to casually sketch out his notes. Theodore ignored him completely and just wrote his own notes and homework from beginning to end.

Hermione closed her eyes speechlessly and said to Wuyou: "My God, they are really enough. They don't even pretend to be real. Did you see Harry's quill? It's not even stained with ink."

Wuyou smiled and whispered, "If he acted like that, he wouldn't be Harry. He can't even lie!"

After saying that, he subconsciously looked at Harry behind him, and when he saw his ears which were extremely red, he couldn't help laughing.

The French boy sitting behind Harry was trying to hold back his laughter because of what Harry had just done, but because Harry was looking down at the moment, the carefree smile naturally fell into his eyes.

Wuyou noticed his burning gaze and responded with a polite smile.

But this casual smile was different in the boy's eyes. His carefree eyes were clear and bright, and the slightly upturned corners of his mouth revealed a pure and warm feeling.

The girl's figure last night appeared in his mind again. This wonderful feeling made the French boy's heart tremble, and then he had a desire to get to know her.

Most French people are indeed passionate and romantic, just like him. The idea came to him in the morning, but he waited for her at the classroom door with roses during the last class in the afternoon.

Wuyou walked out of the classroom with Pansy, and saw a young man holding a pink rose walking towards them.

The boy's blond hair was combed with hair wax like that of a nobleman. His sky-blue eyes were filled with joy as he looked at Wuyou, and almost in an instant Wuyou was reminded of the amorous noblemen in Western European movies.

"Hello, Miss Mavis, I'm Lance Albert. I think this bouquet of roses looks a lot like you, so I want to give it to you as a start of our acquaintance."

His English is not very fluent, but his voice is gentle and his eyes are sincere. I guess he can easily win the hearts of many girls.

Pansy raised a smile and said to Wuyou, "You have so many romantic partners. I knew the French were super romantic!"

Wuyou smiled and took the bouquet of roses, and said tactfully: "Thank you, Albert, I like roses very much. If you want to be friends with me, then I am very happy."

Lance thought for a moment and responded, "I know that Chinese girls are different from us in terms of feelings, so we can be friends first."

Before Wuyou finished speaking, a disdainful sigh sounded behind him: "Be friends? Then congratulations, you can be friends with her for the rest of your life."

As she said that, she put her arm around Wuyou's shoulders, smiled gently, and walked to Blaise's side.

Lance frowned at Draco, then asked Wuyou: "What is the relationship between you two?"

Wuyou was about to speak when Draco put his hand down from her shoulder and covered her mouth. He then smiled faintly at Lance and said, "Who is she to me? Why should I tell you?"

After saying that, he took Wuyou in his arms and strode away. Lance choked and said to his friend next to him in French: "What is that boy showing off? It's not like I don't know that Mavis doesn't have a boyfriend."

The boy next to Lance laughed and responded in French: "If he knew how to compete for her, the girl would have been with him a long time ago. I think he is just like those guys before. He will definitely not be able to compete with you."

Lance nodded in appreciation and smiled, "Although he has blond hair and blue eyes like me, no other boy with the same appearance is more outstanding than me!"

The two of them walked away talking in French, leaving a group of onlookers looking at each other in bewilderment. Everyone thought Malfoy would make a sarcastic remark, but he just left like that?

Draco was originally heading towards the common room with Wuyou, but when they passed a courtyard he pulled her over.

After sitting on a stone bench under a big tree, Draco took the bouquet from Wuyou's hand, and Wuyou didn't care and followed his lead.

Seeing that Wuyou didn't react, Draco threw the bouquet at his feet.

Wuyou's expression remained unchanged. Draco pouted and picked up the bouquet again and asked, "Aren't you angry?"

Wuyou looked at him puzzledly and asked, "What are you angry about?"

Draco hesitated and said, "I threw away the things that the boy who liked you gave you...Aren't you angry?"

Wuyou chuckled and responded, "Why should I be angry? Don't you take away the envelopes, chocolates, and flowers every Valentine's Day?"

Draco touched his nose guiltily. He had always thought he had been very secretive, but it turned out Wuyou had already discovered it.

Draco laughed dryly at first, then asked tentatively: "So... you have always known?"

Wuyou nodded, touched the rose bouquet in his hand and replied: "I've always known it, it's just some insignificant things, why should I be angry?"

Hearing Wuyou's words, Draco instantly became arrogant: "I know I am more important than those things, but, to be honest, do you like that boy just now?"

Wuyou frowned and responded: "Uh... not annoying?"

Draco grabbed Wuyou's arm and said with an unhappy look on his face: "What do you mean by not hating him?! You really like his blond hair and blue eyes, right?"

Wuyou smiled and nodded, and replied: "I do like blondes and blue eyes, but I don't only like that kind of look. I also like Edward Furlong, and Jim Ross Stewart is also good-looking..."

Draco had asked someone to clarify a few days ago. The Edward Furlong she mentioned didn't know magic at all, and he wasn't even in the UK. He shook her and interrupted, "I mean, is the blond hair and blue eyes you like like him?"

Wuyou frowned and asked in confusion, "Don't all blondes look like that?"

Draco frowned and said anxiously: "Of course not, they are obviously different, his hair is golden and his eyes are sky blue! My hair is platinum and my eyes are gray-blue, the colors..."

Not as pure as him...

Draco didn't say the rest of the words, but Wuyou guessed it.

Draco always competes for everything and won't give up until his friends all nod and say that he is the best or the number one, just like when he was a child.

That's great. Even if he is a little arrogant, it's better than crying every day looking at the Death Eater logo. The same is true for Voldemort. He played a good hand badly. Wouldn't it be better to be a smiling Minister of Magic? He can still control the wizarding world. He must give people a reason to overthrow him.

And we have to say that he is unrepentant. After the founding of our country, we are not allowed to become spirits or gods. How can the wizard world, which has no immortal cultivation system, be immortal? Unless he really finds Merlin...

Wuyou was getting more and more distracted in his mind, but in Draco's eyes, she was frowning! She was silent! She hesitated!

Goyle and Crabbe passed by the courtyard and subconsciously raised their hands to greet Draco when they saw him. Draco threw the bouquet of roses to them and said, "Take this!"

Goyle and Crabbe looked at each other in confusion, then left with the bouquet of roses. Wuyou also came back to his senses because of his sudden loud voice.

When Draco turned around and looked at her, Wuyou quickly held his hand and said, "Please, please, you are the best-looking one among the blondes with blue eyes! No one's golden hair looks better than Draco's!"

Draco's expression changed from anger and grievance to surprise and finally to happiness and arrogance. In his heart, Wuyou just thought for a while and finally chose him.

He raised an eyebrow and continued, "What about his blue eyes?"

Wuyou nodded in agreement and said, "You, you, your eyes are the eighth ocean, yours are the best looking!"

Draco hummed and nodded: "Come on, we should go back to the common room."

Wuyou looked at him, smiled, and shook his head helplessly. Then he took his hand and walked towards the lounge, saying, "Really? How many times do I have to say this?"

Draco put his arm around her shoulders and replied with a slight smile: "For a lifetime!"

"Xiaolong, are you going to be a child forever? If so, I can coax you like this for the rest of your life! Hahaha!"

"I'm not... okay! You said you would coax me for my whole life! One day or one minute less won't count as a whole life!"

"Okay, okay, I swear to coax you for the rest of my life, until I die. But if I die, it won't count. You can't let a corpse coax you, right?"

"As long as I'm here, don't even think about dying first. At least die a few minutes after me!" ……………Otherwise I won't be able to find you

"Hahahahaha! How come there are still people thinking about dying first?"

The two walked forward in the sunshine, laughing with every step...