People in Hogwarts, holding scripts and systems

Draco sat proudly on the dark green leather sofa, with his legs crossed and lying on it. He was showing off silently, and even Harry wanted to beat him up!

"Okay, remember our mission!" Afro pulled a naive child in each hand and pushed them to find other little wizards.

She followed the information given by the system and slipped sideways into Parkinson's dormitory.

"2333, start scanning!"

Harry and Ron, transformed into Goyle and Crabbe, sneaked into the pile of snakes and eavesdropped on their conversation.

"Some people actually say that Potter is the heir, how funny!"

"I prefer to believe that Malfoy is the heir."

"Why isn't Zabini talking?"

"He, he's still thinking about how to get Campbell's rose!"

When Harry heard this, he stood up from his chair, clenched his fists, and his face turned red with anger. He almost lost his mind with anger.

Ron, who was also angry, held Harry down, but their actions had already been noticed by the group of chattering little wizards.

"Goyle, Crabbe, what's wrong with you?"

Harry and Ron left without saying a word, throwing their robes around. The puzzled people looked at each other, and Theodore, who was sitting in the corner, squinted his eyes and stared at the backs of "Goyle" and "Crabbe", and his eyes fell on Draco thoughtfully.

An hour passed quickly, and Ron and Harry, who had found nothing, began to wait for Avro to come out.

Afro, who was exploring Parkinson's dormitory, found a diary under her bed that was exactly the same as the one in the plot.

“They did a pretty good job in the show!”

Afro stuffed the diary into her robe and gestured to the three boys standing at the bottom of the stairs to "slip away".

The four people left the lounge one after another, pretending to be normal and walking in one direction.

"Why are you wandering around in the corridor instead of going to the great hall?" Snape, wrapped in a black robe, crossed his arms and caught four disobedient "little snakes".

Ron stuttered under Gore's skin, looking left at Afro who was looking up at the sky, right at Harry who was staring at the ground. He was trembling and was about to speak.

"You wait here for me." Theodore came over with a book called "Transfiguration: Things You Don't Know" and smiled at Snape.

"professor."

Snape looked suspiciously at Draco and the other two. When his eyes fell on Avro, who was suffering from Parkinson's disease, he felt that there was something wrong with these students!

Time passed slowly, and Harry felt his vision begin to blur. Draco, who was standing behind him, saw that "Gyor's" hair began to change color.

The potion's time limit is up.

Their palms began to grow cold, cold sweat broke out on their foreheads, and their hearts seemed to be about to jump out of their chests.

Snape finally reacted. He snorted coldly, put his hands on Draco and Crabbe's heads, and turned their bodies around.

"Go to the auditorium now!"

After that, Snape left first. Draco let out a long sigh, and Avro didn't have time to say anything to Theodore. Several people pushed and shoved each other into the abandoned bathroom.

Soon, they all returned to normal and appeared in the auditorium to attend this year's Christmas dinner.

"I heard from the auditorium that Parkinson often stays alone and likes to talk to himself."

Hermione took the opportunity to tell Afro and the others the information she had found out. Afro patted her cloak slightly, indicating that she had found something.

Before the dinner started, Dumbledore led everyone to sing a few Christmas songs. After a few glasses of wine, Hagrid became more and more happy and insisted on dragging Snape to dance. In the end, Snape forced a bottle of potion into Hagrid's mouth.

Fred and George crowded around Aphrodite and, while Percy wasn't paying attention, waved their wands and turned his prefect badge into a funny pin.

Percy hadn't realized it yet, but he had been asking everyone throughout dinner why they laughed when they saw him.

Afro wanted to tell him the truth, but every time she tried to open her mouth, she would be threatened by the two red lions.

"Little Afu, do you want some candy?" Fred laughed a few times. He took out a few pink square candies from his pocket and handed them to Afu.

The candy looks very ordinary, the kind commonly seen in the market.

Afro stretched out her hand and picked up a piece, but did not put it into her mouth immediately. Her eyes sparkled with light, and the stars twinkled in her eyes. She raised her eyebrows and looked at Fred. The candy in her palm was thrown into the air by her, and then fell back.

"Ms. Rabbit, don't you like it?" Fred sat on the chair with his long legs stretched out casually. His sapphire eyes were squinted slightly by the candlelight. He met her hesitant gaze and smiled at her.

George rested his chin on Afro's shoulder, his hand gently stroked her waist, and he hooked Afro into his arms.

Afro glanced at the two faces that obviously had bad intentions, and the moment she put the candy into her mouth, she turned her wrist and stuffed it into George's mouth.

George was stunned and forgot to spit out the candy mixed with the toppings.

The sweet candy was wrapped in saliva and flowed into his throat along with the saliva that kept secreting. At first, it was the normal sweetness of the candy, but after a few seconds, the sweetness of roses bathed in the sun filled his tongue.

That is the unique smell of Aphrodite.

Not only the tip of his tongue, George felt this alluring scent enveloping him and penetrating into every part of his body.

The warmth in his arms made his mouth dry. George unbuttoned a few buttons on his collar with one hand, and his sleeves were rolled up a few inches, but the heat dissipation effect was minimal.

He was so obsessed with the scent of roses that he wanted to stick to Aphrodite.

"George, I can't eat if you keep sticking to me like this." Afro, with a huge human-shaped pendant hanging on her body, pushed George away again and again, but before she could take a bite of food, his hot body stuck to her again.

"I'll feed you." Fred glanced at George who was "reaping the fruits of his own action", took the fork from Afro's hand, picked up a piece of steak of suitable size and handed it to her mouth.

He participated in the entire process of making the candy. How could he not know how much aphrodisiac was put into it?

Stop pretending!

While feeding the little girl, Fred knocked the big golden retriever that was clinging to the little girl to the ground with a stick.

"Brother, why are you so careless?"

"George, are you okay?"

The loud noise woke everyone up, and everyone at the long table looked over.

George's collar was pulled wider, and the delicate lines of his collarbone could be vaguely seen. He raised his head, his wet eyes showing a bit of helplessness and grievance, and just stared at Afro without getting up or speaking.