People in Hogwarts, holding scripts and systems

Afro looked at the envelope in Noah's hand. Her name was written on the cover. The dark blue ink was tinged with tiny gold foil, like stars in the night sky.

She thought that she didn't have a deep friendship with Dumbledore, and the school principal would not write to students for no reason. Afro remembered that Dumbledore had talked to her once in the second grade.

He looks like a kind old grandfather, he shouldn't cheat her, right?

Her thoughts turned thousands of times, and she hesitated for only a few seconds. When she took the letter and saw the contents, Afro decided to take back her previous evaluation of Dumbledore.

Under the puzzled looks of Cedric and Noah, he stuffed the letter back into the bag as if nothing had happened and sealed it with glue.

"Dumbledore fired you?" Noah added fuel to the fire. He nonchalantly turned the magic mirror in his hand and raised his eyebrows as he watched Avro send the letter back to Dumbledore's address.

"So, you plan to fire Dumbledore?"

Afro looked at Noah with an expression of looking at him like a fool. Noah shrugged his shoulders, chose a place to sit down in a familiar manner, and showed no intention of leaving.

Was Noah adopted? There is no one in her family with such a low IQ!

"I want to go out."

"Professor Dumbledore asked you to find Harry?"

"How do you know!" Afro raised her voice in surprise, her eyes wide open like a frightened kitten.

Afro, holding the script in her hand, couldn't help but marvel at Cedric's cleverness. She didn't say anything, but Cedric was able to guess it!

What a powerful brain!

"Do you need my help?" Cedric lowered his eyelashes and looked gentle. His slender fingers seemed to accidentally rub the back of her hand.

"Ah?" Afro's brain went blank for a moment, then he quickly came to his senses, "You want to go too?"

Cedric nodded solemnly under Afro's puzzled gaze, and seemed to remember something, and sighed, "I'm worried about you going out alone..."

Afro looked at the star-like broken light in Cedric's eyes, and felt an emotion that was difficult to describe in words beating in her chest, which made her heart numb.

"I want to go. Can't I?" Cedric asked again. His slightly aggrieved tone made Afro unable to say no.

"Yes, I can go." She turned her head to look at Noah who was playing with his wand, "Are you going?"

In the end, Noah did not participate in the rescue of Harry, but just left the room like a gust of wind.

Harry, who was also troubled by the thesis, came to the window and stopped when he passed Hedwig's empty cage. Hedwig had not come back for several nights. She had been like this before, but most of the time she went to Avro to eat and drink.

Speaking of Afuluo, he hasn't heard from Afuluo for a week.

The Dursleys didn't like Harry's association with his friends in the wizarding world, especially after Ron accidentally revealed his identity when he called. Uncle Vernon didn't like it even more when a group of owls flew around his house!

Later, Avro came up with a solution: post the mail to a Muggle mailbox. The mail was sent by a Muggle postman, and even the address and name of the recipient were not Harry.

This year's birthday present was also sent in this way, but unfortunately Ron's family went to Egypt and Hermione's family went to France. This year, there was no birthday surprise for Harry.

Harry leaned against the window, counting the time it would take until he could see Aphrodite again. After just five weeks, he was almost drowned in longing.

He took out the birthday gift from Afro, which was a pocket watch in the shape of a golden snitch. In fact, when he pressed the button, there was not a dial in the golden snitch, but a black prototype recorder.

Afro said that this is a combination of the cameras in the Muggle world and the magic in the wizarding world, which can record images unlimited times.

And Afro also knew that the Golden Snitch was Harry's second favorite thing in the wizarding world. As for the first one, she asked for a long time, but Harry didn't tell her.

Harry remembered the look on Afro's face when she asked him what he liked most, and a smile appeared on his brows. He hid the Golden Snitch back under his clothes and pressed it with his hand.

"Harry! Harry!" Aunt Petunia stood at the bottom of the stairs, holding her hands on her waist, and shouted loudly from the room at the top.

Harry impatiently hid all the magical things in the room, then left the room and went to the kitchen to prepare food.

"Remember what I told you! Otherwise, don't expect me to sign that application form!" Uncle Vernon squeezed his large body between the small cooking counters and threatened Harry fiercely to demonstrate everything they had rehearsed yesterday.

Harry gritted his teeth unhappily and nodded his approval while stirring the thick soup in the pot.

Dudley's Aunt Marge came to visit the Dursleys, and she belittled and mocked Harry all the way, and kept comparing Dudley to him.

Harry endured it all in order to be able to go to Hogsmeade village, until Aunt Marge made a veiled statement about Harry's mother. Harry's hands began to tremble and he smashed her wine glass in anger. Even Petunia's face darkened.

Harry didn't see it, because he was staring at Aunt Marge. The obese aunt flew out of the window like a fully inflated balloon, Uncle Vernon jumped on the ground with his short legs, and Dudley laughed so hard that three layers of fat appeared on his chin.

After his aunt floated away, Harry, who was half angry, finally calmed down. He suddenly remembered that the Ministry of Magic was still monitoring the actions of the little wizards. He knew that he seemed to have caused a big disaster. While everyone's attention was on his aunt who floated away, he ran back to his room, packed his luggage and planned to leave.

"Change her back!" Uncle Vernon stopped Harry on the stairs, and Harry pulled out his wand, almost stabbing him in the nose with the tip of the wand.

"She deserves it!"

"You can't use it outside..."

"Who else knows?"

At this time, the doorbell rang, and Vernon and Harry's quarrel was interrupted. Petunia quickly opened the door with a smile, and when she saw a group of government officials wearing suits and communicators in their ears, her smile froze on her face.

"Excuse me, is this Mr. Harry Potter's home?" The short-haired lady standing in the front showed her ID card expressionlessly. The black cover and white card of the ID card showed that they were in a high-level institution.

"Yes, you are?" Petunia and Vernon looked at each other. They could see that the armpits of these people were bulging, as if they were hiding weapons.

"We are from MI6. We are here on behalf of His Excellency Lord Campbell to take Mr. Porter to Campbell Manor for a short stay." The female officer explained the purpose of their visit in a businesslike manner.

(MI6: Military Intelligence 6, translated by the boys themselves, fearing that it would not pass the review...)