On a sofa in a corner of the Ravenclaw Common Room.
Shawn and Hermione sat opposite Cho Chang, whom they had invited over.
Cho Chang was now in her third year.
She was a rather pretty young witch, with a rounded face, bright black eyes, a gentle air, and long, jet-black hair.
She fit the Western notion of Eastern beauty quite well.
To Shawn, however, this "fellow countrywoman" wasn't really his type.
"Chief, I... I was wondering what you wanted to see me about?"
Seeing how nervous Cho Chang was, Shawn smiled.
Not every girl in Ravenclaw was quite so overflowing with affection.
Though Cho Chang had grown up in England and was fierce on the Quidditch Pitch, she still possessed a certain reserved gentleness characteristic of China.
"Don't be nervous. I just wanted to ask you about some food."
Whatever came to Cho Chang's mind left her looking alarmed, and she hastily denied it.
"Ah, Chief, I don't have any blood pudding!"
Shawn's gentle expression nearly cracked, while Hermione covered her mouth beside him to stifle a giggle.
"You... whew. This isn't about pudding. I wanted to ask whether your family has any connections in China who could get authentic Sichuan chilies for hot pot."
Cho Chang froze at his explanation, then looked apologetic and hurried to make amends.
"Chief, I'm sorry. Um, well, my dad works at the Department of International Magical Cooperation, and he goes back to China quite often. He should have some connections for that. Shall I write and ask him?"
Shawn had resigned himself to the tales of his demonic reputation. Though he had now gotten rid of the troublemakers, their legacy lingered. Who knew how many years it would take to fade?
Shawn steadied himself, then spoke to confirm whether Cho Chang really