People in Hogwarts, holding scripts and systems

"Fred and George are in the team too, they're the Beaters!" Ron explained to Avro and Harry.

He was so proud of the fact that his brother and best friend were on the Quidditch team.

There is nothing more joyful than this!

"Our job is to protect you from getting beaten too badly!" George threatened Harry maliciously to show him how brutal Quidditch was.

"But we can't guarantee that. Quidditch is barbaric!"

"No one has died in many years, and some people will disappear after the game." Fred took over the conversation and continued to threaten Harry.

Fred and George have an extraordinary understanding when it comes to pranks.

Afro nudged them gently, asking them to be more restrained and not to scare Harry.

But Harry didn't take it seriously, he was still excited.

George took advantage of the force of Afro pushing him and leaned weakly on her shoulder, as if Afro had used a lot of strength.

Even if they were brothers, they couldn't pretend to be pitiful to win the favor of the little girl! Not to mention that it would put pressure on her!

Fred quietly kicked George in the ass and put the blame on Ron.

"Little Ron, you are getting more and more daring!" George covered his kicked butt with one hand and raised Afro's book with the other hand and hit Ron hard on the head.

"Ow!"

Afro looked at this scene of brotherly love and laughed with her hands covering her mouth. Harry also smiled, and they continued walking forward.

Despite his excitement, Harry was still worried about making a fool of himself, especially in front of Afro.

"What if I make a fool of myself?" Harry hesitated for a moment and chose to ask Afro for help.

"You won't make a fool of yourself. You have a talent that runs in your family!"

Afro remembered that Harry's father was also a seeker in the plot.

Harry didn't know why Afro knew so much about his parents, he stared at Afro with wide eyes and puzzled. Harry wanted to know where the conclusion of family hereditary talent came from.

Avro took Harry, Ron and Hermione who followed him to the trophy room.

Various golden trophies and medals are covered in glass display cases, highlighting the honor of Hogwarts.

Afro pointed to one of the shield-shaped medals and showed it to Harry. Harry saw the familiar name on the medal and a wave of heat swept through his heart.

The continuation of the family appeared before his eyes in a miraculous way.

[Seeker James Potter]

"Wow~" exclaimed Ron, "Harry, you never said your father was also a seeker!"

A bright smile covered Harry's young face, and there was a hint of pride in his tone, "I don't know!"

"Your parents and my parents were good friends during school." Afro stepped up a step, turned around and explained to Harry behind her why she was so familiar with Harry's parents.

This was the second time Harry heard about his parents from someone else, and it was a little girl the same age as him. It was very strange!

"When I was little, my dad always told me that Uncle James was a real headache for the professors at school!"

At this point, Avro and Harry couldn't help laughing. In this aspect that gave the professor a headache, Harry had inherited the characteristics of the Potter family.

Professor Flitwick was in charge of the Charms class. He was also the commander of the Hogwarts Choir. He was not tall and had to stand on a pile of books every time he attended class.

When the roll call was called for the first time, Flitwick disappeared as soon as he read Harry's name.

The Slytherins' laughter almost blew the ceiling off! Afro covered her ears, unable to understand such behavior.

There were two Slytherin students sitting behind her in this class.

Avro only recognized one of them, the student who stood last in the Sorting Ceremony, named Blaise Zabini.

His deep peach blossom eyes and handsome face inadvertently attracted the attention of most girls in the classroom.

Many girls kept looking over here, which made Afro feel uncomfortable.

The other boy was the first one she met, although he was a little less aggressive than Blaise.

The boy's pale face showed that he had a hidden illness.

Although there is always a smile on the corner of his mouth, there is no smile in his eyes. There is also a calmness in his eyes that is inconsistent with his age.

It gives people a contradictory feeling of being both sickly and cold.

Afro felt that the boy would fall down if the wind blew gently, like a sick beauty.

"One of the basic skills of being a wizard is to levitate." Flitwick climbed up the pile of books with difficulty and began to teach excitedly.

"Did you all get the feathers?"

Hermione raised the white feather in front of her and shook it. Afro noticed that Ron rolled his eyes when he saw Hermione's action.

Ever since Aphrodite stopped Ron from doing something stupid last time, Ron started to dislike Hermione in various ways!

My Merlin! This is your future daughter-in-law, don't you know?

Afuluo couldn't help but hold his forehead in his hand, it's really hard to find someone with such low EQ!

"Very good, don't forget the wrist movements we have been practicing!" Flitwick took out his wand from the lining of his robes and demonstrated to the students the movements for casting spells.

The students sitting below waved their wands in unison with Flitwick's movements.

"Then chant the spell, 'Wingardium Leviosa', and practice!"

The sound of chanting in various tones came from different corners of the classroom, and Afro just followed the crowd and fished in troubled waters.

This time she did not sit with the college bully Hermione, because Hermione always sat in the front row.

Afro, who was used to sitting in the back of the classroom in college, sat alone in the "Student Bad Student Playground" area.

"Tsk! There's a little lion here who doesn't practice well." A deep and pleasant voice came from behind Afro. The magnetic voice seemed to have the magic to touch the heartstrings.

"Brace!" Another voice had a slightly rising ending, the tone was clean and gentle, and when you think about it carefully, it still had a bit of coolness.

"Well, Nott!" Blaise's tone was mixed with a hint of teasing, which could not be heard without careful listening. "It seems that Gryffindor is just like this!"

Afro, who was sitting below the two of them, clenched her wand and said that she could, but she couldn't tell them her academy!

She waved her slender wrist, then shook it, and opened her red lips: "Wingardium, Leviosa!"

The white feather on the table fluttered under the guidance of Aphrodite's magic. The feather floated over Aphrodite's head, rising higher and higher. Flitwick stood on the book and took a breath. The other students also stopped practicing and looked back to see who was the first to succeed!

"Miss Campbell is great! I decided to give Gryffindor two points!" Flitwick took out a piece of parchment and wrote on it. "Miss Campbell, your intelligence and talent are as outstanding as your parents!"

Afro puffed out her little chest and raised her chin proudly, and the feather fell back onto the table under her control.

"Little Afu is awesome! Little Afu is the best!" 23 waved his flag and shouted in the system space. Who dared to say that this girl is not good? She would kill him!

Bryce looked at this scene and raised his eyebrows at Nott, but Nott didn't even look at him and lowered his head to continue organizing his notes.