People in Hogwarts, holding scripts and systems

After returning from Cedric's house, Afro locked himself in the room and kept rummaging through the system mall.

"Xiao Afu, what are you looking for?" 23, holding the spicy strips he got from No. 7 in his mouth, watched Afuro browsing the system mall like a cursory visit.

No. 7: Did you take it? It was obviously stolen!

Afro was visibly irritated. She scratched her hair, which was like a mess, so hard that her fingers left afterimages on the panel.

"I'm looking for a tool that can save Cedric."

As soon as she finished speaking, she seemed to remember something. She suddenly cast her gaze towards 23 who was eating, and then opened her backpack.

"Merlin's spicy noodles!" After seeing the personal information clearly, Afro rubbed his eyes in disbelief, and counted the numbers on the account carefully several times with his eyes wide open.

"We actually have points!"

"Yeah~" 23 saw Afuluo finally remembering to check her own worth, and responded helplessly to her words.

"This is a small step towards the mission, but a big step towards points." Afro clapped her hands, excitedly jumped from the bed to the ground, picked up the hem of her skirt and turned around.

The dark green skirt drew a perfect arc in the air, and also touched the heart of a young man who happened to look up at the window.

"Don't be ridiculous too soon. We are still a long way from the end of the mission!" 23 unceremoniously poured a basin of cold water on him, extinguishing the fire in Afro's heart.

Afro snorted inwardly, pouted and continued to check her props.

"What are you looking for?"

This time, Afro did not hide anything from 23 and honestly expressed his thoughts, "I'm looking for a way to help Cedric get through the plot node."

"Don't you have a modification card? Use it!" 23 rolled his eyes in the system space. Is there any more effective way than modifying the card?

No!

"I know, but we always have to be prepared for the unexpected. What if something unexpected happens?"

23: ...

"Don't you still have a substitute puppet?"

Upon hearing this unfamiliar term, Afro's brain went offline for a short while.

"Do you have another host out there?" Afro put his hands on his hips and yelled at 23 jealously, "Do I have the thing you're talking about?"

The wronged 23 feels very aggrieved, but his loyalty to his host is evident to all!

Do you think everyone is like you, a playboy?

"Of course it's gone. It's been gathering dust in your backpack for three years."

Backpack?

Afro took out the tattered puppet with missing arms and legs from his backpack, placed it in his palm, and looked at it for a long time.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier that you had this good stuff?"

"You didn't even ask."

Afuluo was speechless. Why couldn't he just tell her if she didn't ask?

"Forget it, how do you use this thing?" Afro poked the puppet with his finger, and a piece of wooden nose fell off the puppet's face.

Afro: ...

23, who was about to speak: …

The puppet who was already missing arms and legs: ...I should have known this was in a crappy factory!

"Please read the instructions." After 23 gave a brief introduction, he went invisible.

"After all this work, it turns out to be a defective product." After reading the instructions, Afro said that calling it a life-saving puppet was a compliment to it.

The one in her hand is not only a defective product with poor quality control, but also a disposable one that will be gone after use.

Not only that, its effects are far less powerful than normal puppets, and are also time-limited.

"What's the use of you!" Afro, who was overjoyed for nothing, threw the puppet back into his backpack and continued to harass the system mall.

23, who was hiding in the system space, seemed to see a speechless expression on the puppet's face.

You just know how to bully the puppet because it can't speak.

After searching for props for several days, Afro finally had to accept a low-profile substitute puppet.

It's because she has no points and can't afford the props from the world of cultivation.

Puppet: Humph, woman, you still have to rely on me.

The sun outside the window shines through the curtains, casting a hazy yellow light over the small bedroom.

Harry tiptoed down from the bed and came to the desk by the window. He opened the bottom drawer of the desk and took out an envelope with a pattern on it.

Some words can be vaguely distinguished in the tears of the parchment.

"…Maybe I should go meet your aunt…"

"…This is not a good idea…"

Harry opened the wardrobe and took out a large suitcase. He stuffed his things into it and then closed the suitcase heavily.

He went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for the Dursleys.