Everyday Players at Hogwarts

Ten minutes ago, Harry regretted for the first time why he couldn't travel through time and stop himself from coming to Ron's room.

He might even be fine with sleeping with Percy.

Ron's room is simply Harry's dream house, full of magic and wizard style.

The ceiling here is tilted, and the whole room is also dazzling orange-yellow, from the bedspread, walls, and even the ceiling.

Harry has actually adapted to this a long time ago. After all, Ron arranged his bed in the Ravenclaw dormitory in the same style.

And the most wizard-like thing in Ron's room is the source of the orange-yellow color on his wall - posters, posters of the Chudley Artillery.

All the posters show the same seven witches and wizards, wearing bright orange-yellow robes, carrying flying brooms, and waving happily.

Looking at these posters, Harry actually had some doubts. Ron probably did it for these seven graceful witches. He knew Ron very well.

Harry then looked at Ron's desk, trying to find something with the atmosphere of Ravenclaw.

But there was nothing. His magic textbooks were piled in a corner of the room, with some comic books next to them. As expected, "Doraemon" was on the top.

Below them seemed to be "The Adventures of Martin Miggs, the Mad Muggle". Judging from the dust on the cover, they have been out of favor for a long time.

And Ron's wand was placed on a large fish tank on the windowsill, which was full of frog eggs.

His fat gray mouse Banban was lying next to the fish tank snoring.

"Not bad." Ron breathed a sigh of relief, and his embarrassment was diluted by the smile on Harry's face.

"You help me." Draco's voice came from the side.

"What are you doing?"

"You don't like my house so much?" Harry and Ron complained one after another as soon as they saw Draco's actions.

In the orange-yellow room, a green dragon skin bag attracted the attention of the two.

And their friend Draco Malfoy was taking out an unassembled tent from it.

"Come on, Ron, I just don't want to sleep with you."

"To be precise, I don't want to sleep in the same bed with anyone else." Draco said as he took out the parts of the tent with difficulty.

"I've never set up a tent before, you all know that." "During the holidays, the Dursleys never take me out, they prefer to leave me to Mrs. Figg." Harry said.

Harry thought of Filch again for no reason - the female version of Mrs. Figg. If they were named according to the Chinese naming method Ryan said, they might be relatives, both starting with f, and the last name is Fei. They both like cats, so it's really possible.

"Don't bother, just point it with the wand." Draco was still struggling to pull it out, and Ron had to come to help with a curse.

After a while, Draco confirmed that all the parts had been taken out, and then he pulled out his wand and pointed it at the pile of poles and screws.

Soon, they jumped into their own positions, and a plain-looking blue tent appeared in Ron's room.

"You can sleep in here. It's too small, and the ground is rough."

"Draco, you have to believe me. I've slept there before."

"What's wrong with sleeping with Ron?" Harry said speechlessly.

But Draco said nothing, looking confident.

He signaled Harry and Ron to follow him with his eyes, and he crawled into the tent on all fours.

Harry bent down, followed Draco's buttocks, and crawled under the tent curtain. He was so surprised that his jaw dropped.

He walked into a luxurious three-bedroom apartment, with a bathroom and a game room.

This room completely fits Harry's stereotype of Draco.

From big items like sofas and beds to the most inconspicuous table corners, they are all inlaid with beautiful patterns that are only used for decoration.

"Are you here for camping?"

"Is it necessary to be so exaggerated?"

"In your eyes, our Weasley family's house is not worthy of you to live in?" Ron, who crawled in after Harry, also had a surprised expression.

But more of it was anger.

"Come on, Ron."

"I didn't know we were going to stay at your house at first."

"Didn't our plan go to Sirius's house?" Draco said speechlessly.

"Right." Ron's anger was extinguished.

The three of them climbed out of the tent and talked about Harry's fate.

Where would he sleep tonight?

This also led to the thing Harry regretted the most.

Draco said the misleading words loudly.

Bang!

A fiery red figure with a little blue flashed by.

Then there were the sound of footsteps and the sound of the door closing.

"Ginny!" Ron was stunned for a moment, "Draco you bastard!"

"It took me almost a month to convince Ginny that Harry and I didn't have a love beyond gender!" Ron said.

His face turned red, and he stared at Draco fiercely with his light eyes. Then he pushed the door open and ran.

It seems that he should go to explain to Ginny.

"The Malfoy brat and our little brother."

"Jealousy."

"Fighting for Harry."

"Why didn't you call us just now?" Then, two fiery red-haired heads popped in. They were Fred and George.

They quickly scanned the room and after confirming that the person they were about to tease was no longer in the room, they immediately disappeared.

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Then came Percy, who gave Harry and Draco a critical look and left like an old pedant.

But Harry noticed that even now, he was puffing out his chest, as if trying to draw attention to his prefect medal.

"That Percy."

"I think his expression was fake," Draco said abruptly.

This made Harry finally get rid of the regret of wanting to travel through time, "Because he keeps holding out his chest?"

"Yes, haven't you noticed, Percy has been making his presence felt in front of us."

"It must be because we-" Draco said.

"We didn't congratulate him on becoming a prefect," Harry answered, and Draco nodded appreciatively.

"Why are you two still here flirting with each other?"

"If I hadn't been the person involved, I would have misunderstood."

"I finally figured out that Rita Skeeter wasn't making this up about us."

"She just reported what she saw." Ron walked in dejectedly.

"Are you crazy?" Draco said sarcastically. He knew that although Ron even liked Rita Skeeter's report on him, he had always been opposed to the content in it.

Harry said nothing, but felt that Draco was right.

"No, it's just that everyone except Ginny, Fred, George, and even Percy heard what I just said." "I met my parents when I came back, and they also-" Ron walked to the bed and fell down. Go down.

Harry believed that even if the Chudley Cannons won the championship, it would not bring a smile to his face.