HP through the autumn

"In a bad mood?" Cho, who was left behind, asked Harry, "Is it because you missed me so much during the holidays?"

"Yeah." Harry laughed when he heard her, "You said you came to see me during the summer, but I haven't seen you all summer."

"Professor Dumbledore said he wouldn't let me visit you in Privet Drive," she said innocently, "and the place where you live with Ron and Hermione is too secluded to go casually."

"Then how are you going to compensate me?"

"I'll give you the cutest girlfriend in the world."

"But I already have the cutest girlfriend in the world."

"Then you can get a girlfriend who is twice as lovely," she said. "It's a good deal, isn't it?"

"It's a good deal." Harry nodded, "What do you want for lunch? Shall I buy it for you?"

"I brought a sandwich," she said. "By the way, when you sent me the money, you gave me 10 extra Galleons. I put it in the box and I will return it to you tomorrow."

Harry: "So what snack would you like? Chocolate Frog?"

She thought about spending all her pocket money and borrowed fifty Galleons of potion ingredients in the suitcase, and shook her head regretfully: "No need."

Harry's suspicion came to mind again: did something really happen to her family?

He looked at her as she started to eat the sandwich, didn't ask anything, just bought a few extra chocolate frogs when buying lunch.

After lunch, Harry, Ron, Ginny and Neville exchanged cards for Chocolate Frogs, and Hermione and Cho showed little interest in collecting them.

Qiu was busy stroking Crookshanks in her arms. He lay on her arms, flicked his tail occasionally, and had no objection to her movements.

"If you like cats so much, why didn't you buy a cat then?" Hermione asked her.

"Because I want an owl that can only deliver letters, which is convenient." She scratched Crookshanks' chin, and Crookshanks narrowed his eyes with a look of happiness on his face.

"His fur is so smooth." She stroked Crookshanks' back, from the head to the tip of the tail, with a look of happiness. "It must be warm to hug in winter."

Hermione: "It's really warm, he's like a thick fur coat."

Crookshanks meowed in response.

Qiu: "In the first grade, Professor McGonagall turned into a tabby cat and squatted on the podium. I almost touched her fur."

Ron, who was looking at the chocolate frog card, took a deep breath: "If you touch it, maybe we won't see you. I haven't seen anyone dare to touch Professor McGonagall's head!"

Everyone laughed.

The door of the box was opened for the third time, and Harry and Cho looked at each other, tacitly discovering that each other had expected this matter—Malfoy stood at the door with his two followers, Goyle and Crabbe. , sneered at them triumphantly.

"What's the matter?" Harry asked defiantly.

"Be careful, Potter, or I'll put you in confinement," Malfoy drawled, "You see, I'm different from you, I'm a prefect, which means I'm different from you, I have right to punish others."

"Yeah," said Harry, "but you're not like me, you're an asshole, so please go away and don't bother us."

Except for Luna, everyone in the box burst out laughing.

"Tell me, how does it feel to lose to Weasley, Potter?" he asked.

"Shut up, Malfoy," Hermione snapped.

"Looks like I've hit the spot." Malfoy smiled smugly. "Well, Potter, behave yourself, because I'll follow you like a hound to see if you dare to deviate."

"Get out!" said Hermione, standing up.

Malfoy turned and left with a smirk. Qiu nimbly approached the door, poked half of his face out of the box, and said a spell towards their backs.

"What did you do?" Ron asked curiously.

"It's just a prank spell," she said. "I've read that it takes effect after six hours and makes the person itchy. I think it's good for sneaky revenge. Thanks to Mal Fu, the three of them didn't walk out backwards."

Even the sternest Hermione didn't express any opinions, and everyone liked to see Malfoy's bad luck.

"It's a pity that Goyle and Crabbe are too fat," she regretted, "completely blocked Malfoy's figure, and the spell only hit Goyle and Crabbe."

"This proves that the two servants Malfoy has found are very useful," Harry continued.

"Looks like I should read more in the future," said Ron thoughtfully.

Hermione: "You should read more books, Ron, but not these books about pranks. We are preparing for OWLs this year."

Ron covered his head in pain: "That's next June."

"We should start preparing now. There are four years of content to review. I read the book during the holidays, but there is no practice content." Hermione's anxiety filled the whole box.

Ron tilted his neck and played dead, and he managed to dispel Hermione's anxiety with this funny look.

"Playing dead won't solve the problem, I'll watch over you, Ron." Hermione said firmly.

"I think he'd be happy to be supervised by Hermione," Harry muttered under his breath, exchanging a knowing look with Cho.

The night slowly darkened, as if someone had poured dark blue into the sky.

Ron, Hermione and Cho stepped out of the box as the train slowed down, and they were responsible for keeping order.

When he saw Goyle and Crabbe scratching themselves like gorillas, Ron laughed so hard that he almost scared the first year next to him.

"Put your luggage in the carriage, and someone will take it to the dormitory for you." Hermione said patiently to the frightened freshman, getting a shy smile.

Roy stood under the platform and waved to Qiu: "Hi, Qiu, your..."

"How was the OWLs exam?" She automatically added the second half of the sentence for him, "It's not bad, thank you for your concern."

Malfoy led the gorilla Goyle haughtily, and the gorilla Crabbe and the troll Parkinson pushed a few second-year students aside so that their friends could have a carriage to themselves.

"That's how Snape saw it," Cho looked at them. "They are definitely the best students in Slytherin's fifth year."

Hermione nodded with a sneer.

The four prefects of Gryffindor and Ravenclaw found another carriage for the second-year students, and then went to their friends.

"Hello, Autumn, how was your summer vacation? Any new gossip?" asked Laurie, standing in front of the carriage.

"Since you asked me when we were shopping last Saturday, there is no new gossip." Qiu replied.

During the two vacations, they often went to Diagon Alley to play together, and bought the raw materials needed for Felicia together.Laurie, who already knew she was about to make the Felix Felicia, admired her indiscretion.

"You know Felicia is a very, very, very difficult potion, right?" Laurie asked Qiu in surprise after knowing what she was thinking.

"I know very well, after all, I have read "Advanced Potion Making" many times." Qiu answered while picking out the potion ingredients.

"Where are you going to boil the Blessing Elixir?"

"...in the dormitory?" Qiu made a choice uncertainly.

"Marietta won't agree with you making the dormitory dirty." Laurie shook her head, "Besides, she didn't believe that the man came back, and she wouldn't understand why you were so anxious to start boiling the Bliss Elixir."

"Then... I'll cook in the Hogwarts kitchen?" Qiu said whimsically, "The house elves will be happy to give me a little space."

"At least this suggestion is more reliable than the last one! Everyone sees you in the kitchen every day, and they will only think that you are going to start overeating."

Qiu: "Then Roger will interfere with me, he won't allow me to eat into a fat man who can't climb a broom."

Laurie: "He'll be relieved when he finds out you're still slim in a month, provided you don't really fatten yourself up in the kitchen. What if someone goes into the kitchen? They'll see Your cauldron, you can't tell them you're making fruit pies."

"Then I'll tell them that I'm experimenting with potions," Qiu shrugged. "Ravenclaw students always have some fantastic ideas, don't they?"

Laurie nodded with satisfaction, she thought all the logic was finally perfect now.

After getting off the carriage, Luna followed them to the long table in Ravenclaw and sat on Qiu's left, still holding the magazine in her hand.Qiu glanced at the cover curiously—"The Quibbler".

"Do you want to read it?" Luna asked suddenly, "I've already finished reading it, so I can lend it to you."

Cho took the magazine from Luna.

"But you have to remember that part of it needs to be read backwards." Luna pointed to an article written in ancient magic script.

"Do you really think that by reading this article backwards you can learn a magic trick to turn an enemy's ear into a kumquat?" Cho asked her.

Luna said firmly, "Of course. If you don't succeed, it means that the person you cast the spell on is not your enemy."

Cho wondered if this magic could turn Voldemort's ears into kumquats.

If there are two kumquats hanging on each side of Voldemort's head... there is always a festive feeling that the Chinese New Year is coming soon.

Marietta's attitude seemed to be a little colder, and she sat some distance away from Qiu.

"Look at that person on the teacher's desk," Laurie pulled Cho out of the magazine, "that woman in the pink sweater."

"It's so sweet." Qiu murmured, unable to believe that someone could make pink look so old-fashioned and ugly.

"Her sprouts almost turned black." Luna said beside her.

"Sprouts?" Laurie asked.

"I'll explain to you later," Qiu said, continuing to ask Luna, "Is everyone's sprouts different in color?"

Luna: "Not the same. Yours are all green."

She pointed at Umbridge. "Her is black."

Qiu looked at Snape on the teacher's table and asked, "What color is Professor Snape's sprouts?"

Luna looked over Snape's head: "It's a little grayish green."

Qiu looked at Luna with admiration, and asked the question he had been wanting to ask on the train: "Why can't I see the sprouts on their heads?".

"Because you are not a child of God on Sprouts." Luna said, "Only believers chosen by God on Sprouts can see the Sprouts on people's heads."

"How can I become a child of God on Sprouts?"

"This requires you to believe in her existence," Luna looked at her regretfully, "you are too late now. Since I was five years old, my father told me the story of the God of Sprouts, and I have always believed in her." When I was 11 years old, I woke up one morning and finally found that I could see the sprouts on top of other people's heads, and most of them were cute, with small round green leaves."

"The God of Sprouts is a woman?"

"She is a gentle goddess," Luna said longingly, "She knows everyone's happiness and sorrow. The sprouts on everyone's heads are planted by her own hands."

Thinking of a gentle beauty sowing sprouts on her head, Qiu felt shuddering.

Luna: "If a person's sprout leaves are often wrinkled, he will lose his hair, because the sprouts need to absorb the energy in the hair to regain their vitality."

Thinking that depression can lead to hair loss, Qiu thought that what Luna said made sense.

After explaining the origin of sprouts to Laurie, the shocked first grade finally walked in from the hall door.This year the Sorting Hat sang a new song, telling them that the four Houses should unite as one.

"I believe more and more what you told me last term," Laurie said, applauding a freshman who was sorted into Ravenclaw. "That man really came back."

"If you believe in Qiu Zhang, you will have eternal life." Qiu raised her eyebrows triumphantly.

Umbridge's post-dinner speech was long and boring, and Qiu, who was well fed, put her arms on the table in a daze, thinking about how to cook her Felix Felicia.

If Umbridge's voice was not too high-pitched, she would definitely be a qualified hypnotist, and anyone who heard her speech like a high school politics textbook would fall asleep.

It wasn't until the people around her started applauding that she pulled her thoughts back from the Felicity Potion.

The new prefects of the fifth grade actively started to lead the first-year freshmen towards the Ravenclaw tower, while the sixth-year Roy and Qiu followed behind loosely. In Qiu's words, this is called "to give An opportunity for them to fulfill their prefect duties".

She puts her hand in the pocket of her robe, but as she reaches in, she finds something—chocolate frogs.

She looked at the chocolate frogs in her hands and laughed, and happily stuffed them back.

The author has something to say:

Why are there still so many people in China who don't think that all people are created equal...but they like to be born noble...if the family has a long history and a little money, then they are noble?

I'm so unfriendly to Slytherin hehehe