Hogwarts: Becoming the White Lord from Breathing

Chapter 143 The Dining Table Before Valentine's Day
"Qiu Zhang?"

Damon turned his head and saw a typical Asian face.

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief—thankfully, it wasn't the Qiu Zhang from the movie.

The Qiu Zhang in front of me... hmm... actually looks a bit like Yang Mi?
Damon paused for a moment, then smiled and said:

"You must be Zhang Qiu? Hello, nice to meet you."

“Ah! You know!” Cho Chang laughed happily, squeezing closer to Harry and trying to get even closer to Damon. “They all don’t know, they all just call me Cho Chang, and I had to emphasize that to every single person who calls me by my name, and it took a lot of effort to explain why—so I gave up.”

You're the first person to call me by my name correctly.

“Yes, because I’m very interested in Chinese culture.” Damon smiled, deliberately using a strange accent, “Nihao?”

Qiu Zhang looked even happier.

"It's 'hello,' not 'nihao.'"

She corrected him with a smile and soon started chatting with Damon.

Harry, sandwiched between them, felt Cho Chang occasionally brush against his arm or thigh, a mixture of happiness and melancholy in his heart—how did Damon know about Chinese culture? And why did he seem so enthusiastic towards Cho Chang?

Good morning, Damon, Harry.

Ginny and Luna sat down next to Ron—also only two body lengths away from Damon.

Good morning, Ginny.

Harry was a little dazzled—Ginny's appearance was so stunning that even the usually critical Malfoy couldn't find fault with her.

She's only in first grade, and people are already pursuing her.

However, it seems that her heart has already been set on someone else—Harry guessed it was Damon, but Ron said it was him—Harry couldn't believe it.

He didn't think he was anything special—although he believed his spellcasting skills had improved dramatically this semester, he still had a long way to go to catch up with the professor, Damon, or Voldemort.

Having seen more scenery and witnessed a wider magical world, Harry was no longer satisfied with mastering only one weapon, "Expelliarmus".

However, this is clearly not his current concern.

Not only the professors, but even Harry paid less attention to Voldemort—after all, with Dumbledore and Damon around, Voldemort couldn't even defeat one of them, let alone two.

Even if he makes a comeback, so what?

In addition, influenced by Damon and Hermione, Harry and Ron also developed the habit of subscribing to the Daily Prophet. They both noticed that a name called Caliban Mortos had appeared frequently in the Daily Prophet over the past few months.

"This guy is terrifyingly strong! How many Death Eaters has he arrested recently? Ten? Twelve? It feels like he's going to wipe out all the Death Eaters!"

Ron clicked his tongue next to Harry—he was reading the newspaper right now.

"Yes, look here—the entertainment section says that a Death Eater has turned to the Ministry of Magic for help, hoping to have his Death Eater mark removed, even if it means spending his entire life in Azkaban."

Despite being surrounded by beautiful women, the two guys could only pretend to be engrossed in reading the newspaper.

Fortunately, Damon was about to leave—"I'm full, enjoy your meal, goodbye, Cho Chang."

"Goodbye."

Harry saw a flash of regret on Cho Chang's face, but she still waved goodbye to Damon warmly. After Damon left his seat, she didn't follow his gaze like the others, but turned to Harry. Harry immediately became alert. "Thank you, Harry. He is indeed just as I imagined, a wonderful and gentle person."

"You're welcome. Damon is indeed very good."

Harry felt his face turn red again—coincidentally, Cho Chang's face was also red, Ginny's face was also red, and Ron was the only one in the room whose face wasn't red.

"What are you talking about?"

Hermione arrived late, sitting down with her hair all frizzy—she was being driven crazy lately.

Even Damon and Professor McGonagall would never have imagined that with Valentine's Day approaching, the person under the most pressure would not be Damon, but Hermione, the only person close to him.

A whole bunch of people, some she knew and some she didn't, approached Hermione, saying things like, "This is my lifelong wish," and "This is a once-in-a-lifetime request."

"If you don't help me, some of my things, such as my appearance, my figure, my social etiquette, my good character, my good personality, and even my soul, will be destroyed."

Such statements requested Hermione's help in delivering their love letters on Valentine's Day—making sure Damon received them and could open them on the spot.

“Merlin’s stockings, they really should think about what they’re talking about,” Hermione complained to Harry and Ron, rolling her eyes. “Everyone, everyone came to me! The stack of letters was this thick!” Hermione gestured with her hands to show the length. “What do they take me for, Damon White’s personal owl?”

“You’re right, Hermione. They shouldn’t be looking for you. They should be looking for Chacha Barton. She’s in the Owl Shack.”

Hermione glared at Ron.

“I heard—” Luna, who had been sitting quietly next to Ginny, suddenly spoke up, “If you write your love letter on the scales of a purple-robed, skinny beast, it will definitely make the other person dream about you. But the problem is, they’ve all recently migrated to Albania.”

Her topic was so abrupt that everyone fell silent for a moment.

Hermione opened her mouth, but ultimately remained silent.

Ron coughed lightly: "Uh, purple what?"

“The purple-robed, skinny-scaled beast,” Luna repeated matter-of-factly, “of course, some people say that it was actually created from fragments of a spell left behind by the founder of Ravenclaw, but unfortunately very few people can find them now.”

Harry forced a smile as he looked at Luna, feeling a little relieved—and when he sensed Cho Chang laughing beside him, he felt even more at ease.

Ron looked like he had swallowed a beetle.

He quickly finished his breakfast and said goodbye.

"I'm going to class now."

He patted Harry on the shoulder, signaling him not to rush and to enjoy this rare moment—Harry never expected him to be so understanding, and nodded gratefully.

"Oh! I should hurry up! Damn it, there are only four months until final exams, and I'm wasting my time on these trivial things! I wanted to take more elective courses!"

Hermione's expression suddenly turned tense—even though she was the last to arrive, she finished eating faster than anyone else present.

"It seems that the upcoming Valentine's Day atmosphere has not affected her at all."

Watching Hermione leave in a hurry, Cho Chang felt a pang of emotion.

"And you, have you been infected?"

Harry asked the question, blushing.

(End of this chapter)