People in Hogwarts, holding scripts and systems

Damn arrogant.

This was Afro's first reaction when she heard what he said. The curve of her black robe was obviously so pleasant, but she refused to admit it.

What can the final exam bring to Afro?

The slightly wealthier Afro could only express that she was not interested in points.

"Really?" 23 asked gloomily with a wooden face that couldn't see any facial features.

Afro thought of the huge responsibility weighing on his head and instantly put on a flattering expression.

"Interested, interested, please kill me with your points!"

Wood pushed open the portrait in the lounge, and the sunlight quietly flowed in from the window. The golden light brushed on the girl's body and warmed her pupils.

He didn't dare to disturb this picturesque scene, so he walked lightly and slowly sat down on the sofa next to the girl.

The moment she looked over, the words in my heart came out.

"What is Afro thinking?"

Afro looked at the boy sitting against the light. The sunlight shone on his white shirt, outlining the shape of the lattice window and dazzling his eyes.

The plaid shirt was rolled up loosely at the wrists, revealing his thin and powerful wrist bones.

She looked away and leaned back into the couch.

"Nothing, I just don't feel like packing up."

The soft voice seemed to be coquettish to him, which made him soften his heart and willing to meet all her requests.

"Then let me help you?"

Wood's eyes were like the deepest lake, filled with affection when he looked at her, so full that it seemed about to overflow.

Afro lowered her eyelids, and only she knew the throbbing in her heart.

There was something very wrong with her.

"Have you forgotten? Boys can't enter the girls' dormitory at Hogwarts."

When Wood heard this, his face turned red, he scratched the back of his head and grinned awkwardly.

"Huh? I forgot."

The room was silent, and time seemed to have stood still. Occasionally, I could hear footsteps in the dormitory area, and someone's breathing mixed with the ticking of the clock.

"you--"

"I--"

Afro and Wood looked at each other and spoke at the same time.

Wood was stunned at first, then he lowered his head and smiled silently, raising his hand to lightly cover his forehead to hide the soft light in his eyes.

"Hmm? What did Little Afu want to say?"

The boy's voice was clear and magnetic, with a youthful temptation that made her unable to help but be attracted to him.

"How is the preparation for the team's tryout going?"

Afro tried hard to ignore the strangeness in her heart and acted as if nothing had happened.

Even if she wasn't pretending, Wood couldn't see through her little thoughts.

The boy's concerns were all about his unspeakable secrets and unexpressible feelings.

"Will you come then?"

"what?"

When the girl looked at him with her star-like eyes, he always had an impulse to do whatever it took.

Wood lowered his head, subconsciously avoiding the sight. He couldn't do that, it would throw off his balance.

"Come watch my games later."

This will be the only contact between them after he graduates.

"It doesn't matter if you don't come. I think we are at least friends."

His eyes lingered on her for a long time. Although there was a smile on his lips, the expression on his face seemed stubbornly serious.

Afro was amused by her own thoughts. She reached out and poked the boy's exposed wrist, and the muscles became tense under her fingertips.

"Of course I will go. Not only will I go, but I will also cheer you on loudly!"

She stood up and imitated the little wizard cheering on the court. The tail of her golden hair drew a perfect arc in the sunlight, and buried in her heart along with the throbbing of the boy.

"What if they're not friends?"

As soon as Wood said this, he began to regret it.

They are good enough the way they are now, but he always fantasizes about getting more.

Stand out among a crowd of suitors.

Afro didn't know whether she understood what he meant, but her confused look didn't seem like she was pretending.

"Huh? You don't want to be friends with me?"

Wood hurriedly walked up to her and tried to explain in a panic, but he was so tongue-tied that he stammered for a long time without uttering a few words.

The more he explained, the more anxious he became. A thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead and his cheeks turned red.

It was like playing a fierce game.

"You don't have to explain, I understand." Afro considerately took out a folded handkerchief from her skirt pocket and gently wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Wood raised his hand and grasped her wrist, looking at her seriously.

"I'm honored to be your friend, but sometimes I wish we were more than just friends."

The implicit expression made Afro's heart tremble. She had long felt that these boys might have different feelings for her.

But this was the first time it was put in front of her.

We can't let her make up an excuse to get away with it like we did in the past.

Wood saw Afro's entanglement and panic. He knew that this was not a good time, but he was unwilling to lose the chance.

Forgive his temptations and tricks.

Wood smiled gently, like a ray of sunshine, warm and bright on the earth.

"Xiao Afu doesn't need to respond now, just remember me."

Wood's words made Afro's heart swell like a bubbling cola.

"I won't forget that someone is up so early in the morning to train!"

She pushed him slightly, and Wood took his hand back. They both tacitly skipped the previous topic, as if nothing had happened.

Something seems different again.

The end-of-term dinner arrived in this atmosphere, and as expected, Gryffindor won the house cup again.

Afuluo also managed to make it into the top 10% because of her last-minute cramming before the exam.

My third year at Hogwarts has come to a successful conclusion.

"I said there was something wrong with her schedule! She took all the exams!"

Until the end of the semester, Ron was still struggling with Hermione's schedule. The three people who knew the truth smiled at each other and continued to fool Ron, the only one who was kept in the dark.

Tonight is the last night staying at Hogwarts, and the girls' dormitory has entered sleep mode early.

Afro wrapped herself in a soft pillow as usual. She lost consciousness right after saying good night to 23.

At the same time, the system space received a prompt that the world consciousness was connected.

The white light shone on her eyelids, and Afro frowned and opened her eyes reluctantly.

"Well."

An old man with a white beard stood a few meters away with a stern face, staring at her without blinking.

The silver curly hair was spread out behind his head, and the golden background looked like a 50-cent special effect, extremely fake.

Afro looked around, and it was all white. She turned her gaze back to the old man.

"who are you?"

The old man's expression was obviously dull. He stroked his beard twice awkwardly before speaking slowly.

"You keep talking about me every day, but you don't know who I am?"

A name flashed in Afro's mind, and her eyes widened in disbelief.

Wake up! I saw the living Merlin!