HP through the autumn

The semester was over, and before leaving, the three of Harry told Qiu that the compound potion had been completed, and brought her a small bottle of compound potion.

Looking at the bottle of dark, sticky, muddy potion, Qiu once again lamented that there is no upper limit to the nausea level of potions.

"I'll ask for your hair next time, Harry, I'm going home now," she said regretfully.

"Merry Christmas, Autumn," said Harry.

"Merry Christmas, Harry, I won't forget your oversized food storage container," she said. You must distinguish whether it is human hair or other clothes, or animal hair."

"We'll check." Hermione replied seriously.Qiu sincerely hoped that she would not turn into a cat again this time. Although becoming a cat is also very interesting, and Madam Pomfrey will definitely cure her, it is better not to experience such troublesome things.

"Good luck." Qiu waved his hand.

This Christmas, Qiu chose to go home, and she took Galois back home. Although Galois was a bit reluctant to part with the white owl, he still spent a wonderful Christmas with Qiu's family of three.

When everyone was back at school after Christmas, Cho was delighted to find that she hadn't seen Hermione in the hospital wing, so she seemed to have dodged her fate as a cat.

But what attracted her more was the small bottle of Polyjuice Potion, which she had wanted to try for a long time.

On a weekend, she deliberately found Harry one afternoon when he was free, and took him to the Room of Requirement on the eighth floor.

"Where are we going?" Harry asked suspiciously as he followed Cho up the stairs.

"To a magical place," she replied.

When they came to the tapestry on the eighth floor, she walked back and forth three times, opened the door that suddenly appeared on the wall, and entered the Room of Requirement.

"Wow, how did you find this place?" Harry asked.

"Secret, anyway, as long as you walk back and forth in front of the tapestry three times and think about the room you need, there will be a room that meets your requirements." She walked into a place similar to Ravenclaw's bedroom.

"Then what do you think?"

"A room where you can change clothes." Qiu said, and took out the small bottle of compound soup, and two cups appeared on the table in the room.

"Come on, Harry, let's switch identities and go out for a walk." She said excitedly: "I deliberately picked a weekend, the professors will not wander around in the castle, it is a suitable place for Polyjuice Potion Days. It's boring to hide and play by yourself for an hour when you're drinking Polyjuice Potion."

"You mean, I'm going to change too?" Harry asked in surprise.

"Of course, if I meet someone you know outside, you can tell me quickly, and I can avoid them. If I can't avoid you, you can give me some hints or something." She said: "You Don't want to go out for a spin with Polyjuice Potion?"

Harry thought about it and thought it would be fun to play like this, so he agreed.

She poured the Polyjuice Potion into two small cups, one sip would last an hour anyway.She pulled out one of her hairs and put it into one of the cups. The muddy potion in the cup began to boil and roll, and finally turned light blue.

"Wow, that looks good, Harry, where's your hair?"

Harry handed his hair into another glass, and the liquid in the glass turned a clear golden yellow.

"Harry, you look delicious, too," she said narrowly, pleased to see Harry slightly embarrassed.

"Now, Harry, you'll have the blue one and I'll have the gold one, come on." They downed the Polyjuice Potion.

An uncomfortable feeling spread from her stomach to her whole body. She watched her long hair get shorter and retracted into her scalp, and her stature also became a little shorter. She watched her hands become knuckles, The joints are visibly thickened.

Turning her head, she saw that she was wearing Gryffindor school uniform robes, the robes were only slightly shortened, and the rest could not be seen clearly.

"Glasses, Harry, give me your glasses." She took them, and the world became clear.

"Harry, let's change our robes," she said, only to find her voice was Harry's.

"Okay." She heard her own voice coming from the side.They took off their robes and put on each other's.

"And shoes, Harry." They changed each other's shoes again. Since the difference in height was not too big, there was no need to change other clothes, which saved a lot of effort.

She looked at the mirror in the Room of Requirement, and felt that there was no flaw in her body.

Blinking at herself in the mirror, she thought Harry's green eyes were really pretty: "Harry, your eyes are pretty."

"They say I have eyes like my mother's," answered Harry.

"Then your mother is definitely a beauty at the school girl level." She praised, Lily Potter, the goddess of Gryffindor, such a brave female warrior with good looks, excellent grades, and former female student council president, no wonder she can Fascinated by James and Snape, it also made Lupine feel good about her.

When they finished the exchange, she stared at herself seriously: "I'm pretty good-looking, right?"

Harry twitched the corners of his mouth with her face, and touched the long hair on his shoulders uncomfortably: "Won't girls find it troublesome with such long hair?"

She tried to straighten the tangled hair on top of her head, but failed: "It can't be more trouble than your hair, Harry, they can't be straightened at all."

"Hurry up, hurry up, don't waste time." She looked at her watch. Fortunately, Harry's wrist was not so thick that it broke. "There are still about five or ten minutes. Let's go out and take a look."

The two of them stormed out of the Room of Requirement excitedly.

Hogwarts on the weekend was much quieter than usual, and people seldom wandered around the castle in groups at this time.

"Your expression is so excited," Qiu lowered her voice, "I don't usually walk with such a silly smile on my face."

"You're smirking right now." Harry snapped at her.

"Harry, you're acting like a boy."

"Because I am! And your steps are too small. I don't usually walk like that."

She tried to make her steps bigger: "Anyway, everyone will only say that Potter looks like a girl today."

"Everyone can only say that Miss Zhang walks very boldly today." Harry said, pulling his long hair out of his neck: "It's really troublesome if the hair is too long."

"It's troublesome to wear glasses." She adjusted the glasses on her face.

They walked from the eighth floor to the fourth floor, and met one or two people in the middle, but the two of them exchanged glances, and after knowing that they didn't know each other, they passed them calmly.The castle that I was used to on weekdays seemed to suddenly become much more interesting.

"Where are you going?" she asked.

"Go to the library and see if Hermione and Ron are there." Harry said excitedly: "They know you asked for Polyjuice Potion, I want to see if they can recognize it." "

"But there are too many people in the library." She persuaded Harry in a low voice: "It's too easy to be discovered, let's go to another place."

Harry thought about it and agreed.

Their luck seemed to run out as they descended to the third floor, for they encountered Lockhart emerging from his office.

"Harry! Nice to meet you here again." Lockhart said happily, with his classic smile on his face: "How are you doing lately? You're getting more and more famous, aren't you?"

He deliberately showed Harry, aka Cho, his white teeth.

"Ah, yes, yes." Cho stammered, Harry was beside her, gloating as Cho dealt with Lockhart.

"I have to say, Harry, I've made your reputation bigger every time, haven't I? Ever since we took a photo together at Lihen Bookstore, you've become more and more famous, and later on in my duel club, you told everyone Showed off your talent in snake language. You little villain, I dare say you did it on purpose, didn't you? To further expand your reputation in front of so many classmates."

"That, that was just an accident." Qiu finally felt Harry's pain, and Harry behind him trembled with laughter.

"Harry, Harry, you should learn from me. It's too early for you to be famous now. When you have achieved as much as I have, you will understand the burden of being famous." Lockhart He stroked his blond hair: "It must be during the last confinement, I asked you to reply to my fans, so that you felt the joy of being famous prematurely, didn't you?"

"No, no." Qiu wished he could disappear immediately.

The heavens may have heard her prayers, Lockhart turned his gaze to Harry behind him: "Miss Zhang, I'm so glad to meet you, do you want to ask for an autograph again? You are the most enthusiastic fan I have ever seen. "

Cho breathed a sigh of relief and began to appreciate Harry's handling of Lockhart.Harry behind him froze. Under Qiu's gaze, he said with admiration, "Yes, yes, Professor, but I didn't bring the parchment out."

"It's okay, Ms. Zhang, my office is here, and because you admire me so much, I can give you an autograph." Lockhart turned around and was about to return to the office.

"No need! Professor." Harry hurriedly stopped him: "Next time, Professor, uh... Today, I..." He was at a loss for words, and looked at Qiu for help.

"Today, I want Qiu to help me study potions." Qiu quickly answered.

"Potion, my potion is also very powerful, when I fought a vampire..." Lockhart seemed to be ready to talk again.

"Professor, I won't bother you. I, my level is too bad. I just ask Qiu to help me. When I learn better, I will come to you for tutoring. You have so many fans, and they are all waiting for you." Waiting for your reply." Qiu continued to stammer and praise Lockhart in different ways.

"Okay then, Harry." Lockhart bared his teeth again: "Remember to ask me for help next time."

Harry and Cho hurriedly left the third floor.

"You can really handle him," gasped Harry.

"Just praise him for being great," Qiu Ye panted, the two of them were running too fast.

"Let's go back," said Harry.

"But it's only half the time." She looked at her watch.

"I'm going to lose my mind if I see Lockhart again," Harry replied.

"Let's go to the owl room, there should be no one there." She suggested: "I can stop by to see my owl."

"Okay, then I'll go see Hedwig too."

"Hedwig? Your owl?"

"Yes."

They started upstairs again, toward the owl room.

The author has something to say:

It's only in the third grade that you can start flirting, I'm going to die of anxiety...

There is a Lily's story "Our Girl, Lily" written by a foreign author, and there is a translated version on the post bar.