Early in the morning, when the blazing summer sunlight streamed through the glass window onto Li Feng's face, he tried hard to open his eyes. Failing that, he decisively rolled over to avoid the sunlight.
Unfortunately, still groggy from his hangover and sleep, Li Feng had forgotten that he was not lying in his own bed but on the living room sofa where Mrs. Weasley had settled him. His instinctive roll sent him straight onto the floor, face-first.
The inexplicable fall finally forced Li Feng's eyes open. He yawned and scratched his head as he looked around. Just as he was about to call Kreacher to pour him some water, the unfamiliar surroundings made him freeze, and he swallowed the words that had nearly left his mouth.
What's going on? Why am I still at the Weasleys' house?
Sitting back down on the sofa, Li Feng rubbed his throbbing head. He thought for a long while but could not remember what had happened last night. All he knew was that he was weak all over and about to die of thirst if he did not drink something.
Nearby, Mrs. Weasley had long been busy preparing breakfast in the kitchen. Seeing Li Feng sitting on the sofa and rubbing his temples, she drew her wand and pointed it at a teacup, making it float over to him. Smiling, she said, "Good morning, Mr. Austin."
Li Feng took the teacup, said, "Good morning," then drained the warm boiled water in one gulp. He swayed to his feet, placed the cup on the dining table, and asked with a blank expression, "Mrs. Weasley, I didn't say anything ridiculous last night, did I? Sorry, when I drink too much, I either sleep or start talking nonsense. I hope I didn't cause you any trouble."