Ron struggled to his feet, rubbing his lower back and buttocks with his chubby hands.

Sitting for two hours left everyone's legs numb, and they all walked with a limp.

"Harry, Harry..."

He nudged Harry, who was engrossed in his book, and tugged at his elbow.

"Let's go back to the dorm and see."

Harry nodded, hesitated for a moment, and then closed the book.

Halloween is almost here.

The ceiling of Hogwarts' main hall, once filled with candles, has been transformed into terrifying giant pumpkin heads.

Red flames were still "popping" out of the pumpkin's mouth.

Lightning flashed and thunder roared overhead, plunging the area into darkness above the evil pumpkin head.

Everyone enjoyed their meal amidst the dense thunder, thankfully the raindrops didn't fall on the students' heads.

Otherwise, Hogwarts students would really have to eat while getting soaked in the rain.

"Hey, do you guys want some mango melon?"

"My child and I can't finish it. I don't know if he's been eating too much lately, but he's not digesting well."

Shen Yulou was helpless. The little one used to devour that basket of mangoes every day, but these past few days he would vomit whenever he saw it.

He was carrying a basket of mangoes and handed some to Harry Ron and some of the other children next to them.

"Is this the mango melon, a fruit that's so rare in the magical world?"

Ron and Neville looked at Shen Yulou in surprise, and then introduced him to Potter.

"I heard that the trees that produce this fruit are very difficult to grow, and each tree doesn't produce many fruits."

"This fruit is very expensive."

Neville was so excited that he couldn't wait to take a bite.

"Delicious, so sweet."

"As long as you like it."

Shen Yulou was extremely generous.

"Where did Hermione go? She said she wanted to ask me a question just a couple of days ago?"

He was holding a mango melon in his hand, looking at the empty seat next to Harry with a strange expression.

"Pavati said she stayed in the bathroom the whole time and didn't come out."

Neville opened his mouth and wiped the juice from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve.

"Oh, okay. Then please give this to Hermione for me."

So they were just following the plot.

Shen Yulou handed the mango melon to Harry, asking him to give it to Hermione for him.

He then went to the Slytherin area.

"Young master, would you like some mango melon?"

Draco was gnawing on a chicken leg, his hands covered in chicken juice.

He looked at Shen Yulou with a puzzled expression, then at the fruit Shen Yulou had handed him.

Is Professor Muse trying to curry favor with him?

Xiao Long proudly raised his head and, right under Shen Yulou's nose, wiped his two greasy hands with his pants.

He then gracefully accepted the fruit from Shen Yulou's hand.

Thank you.

He bent over, his tongue pressed against the back of his teeth, and spoke with an extremely standard and proper London accent.

He smiled at Shen Yulou, wanting to show that he accepted Shen Yulou's overtures.

"You're welcome."

Shen Yulou patted his head.

The young master's golden fur feels so nice to the touch; it would probably feel even better if it were a ferret's fur.

Seeing Xiaolong like this, Shen Yulou, with a mischievous heart, wanted to tease Draco again.

"This was given to me by Tian's brother. If you want to thank someone, thank Tian instead."

The young master, who was in the middle of a great time, froze on the spot.

No, you, me?

So he was the joke after all?

He's a complete joke?!

He turned his head stiffly like a statue, watching as Shen Yulou handed all the remaining mango melons to Tian.

They even sent over baskets.

That damned Tian even glanced in his direction a few times.

What's this?

Is this a provocation?

This is blatant provocation!

Draco's face was contorted with rage, his teeth clenched, and his fingernails dug into the flesh of the mango melon.

"Young Master is angry."

"We need to tell his father."

As soon as Tian saw Draco's expression, he knew that the young master's tail had been stepped on again.

"Then what should we do? Should we try to comfort him?"

"The young master seems to be really angry."

Shen Yulou also saw Draco's flushed face.

"How do you appease Draco? Do you even know?"