People in Hogwarts, holding scripts and systems

Bang bang bang!

There was a brief knock on the door, and the door opened from the outside, revealing a face wearing gold-rimmed glasses.

"We need help in the kitchen." Percy scratched his hair impatiently. His recent work at the Ministry of Magic had made him feel unprecedented pressure.

"Okay, fine." Ron grabbed two strong men and left the room.

Afro looked at Percy, who was rubbing his brows with his eyes closed. She slowed down and fell behind Ron and the others.

Percy pressed hard between his brows, as if that would relieve the pain, but it was all in vain. It felt like his head had a hammer, constantly hitting his brain.

Suddenly, a refreshing fragrance came into my nose from far away, and the familiar smell drove away the pain in my forehead.

The warm fingertips fell on Percy's temple and pressed gently a few times, massaging with moderate force to relieve Percy's fatigue over the past few days.

He slowly opened his eyes, and a pair of clear, bright eyes as bright as stars met his eyes.

The shrunken self is like being hidden in an emerald gem.

Unique and one and only.

"How is it? Are you feeling better?" Afro frowned, his eyes full of worry and heartache.

Percy took her hand in his and rubbed the back of her hand with his thumb for a few times, "~Aphrodite's massage was very effective. It doesn't hurt at all now."

Afro had one of her hands held by him, so she had to use the other hand to test the temperature of his forehead. She was relieved only after she was sure that it was just a headache.

"What have you been busy with lately?"

"Write a report for international magical cooperation." Percy sounded proud, and as he passed the second-floor platform, he opened his door and invited Avro in.

"The Ministry of Magic must test the thickness of the bottom of the cauldron according to standards to prevent leakage."

He took out a piece of parchment covered with handwriting and handed it to the girl. It was filled with his thoughts and suggestions.

Percy had an extraordinary talent for these tasks. His handwriting was neat and clear, and he was a natural politician.

"Great, maybe the Daily Prophet can cooperate with the report." Afro helped him tidy up the messy desk.

Percy had an arm around her waist, occasionally helping her hold some things, "But Mr. Crouch doesn't think any of this is important."

"I told Mr. Crouch this... Mr. Crouch thought this... Mr. Crouch told me..."

Afro pursed her lips and raised her eyebrows as she looked at him. Percy read teasing in her eyes, which made him feel uneasy.

"What, what's wrong?"

"You keep calling him Mr. Crouch, I thought you were in love with him." Afro jokingly pushed Percy's chest, freeing herself from between his chest and the desk.

"Why do you think so? My favorite is of course ..."

Percy suddenly shut his mouth and refused to say a word no matter how Avro threatened and intimidated him.

"Okay, okay." Afro noticed that the redness on Percy's ears had spread to his neck, and she knew that it was time to stop playing around.

"I just hope you can relax and not let these jobs affect your life. After all, no one will work for a lifetime."

"Little Afu, you are right." Percy finally opened his mouth. He bent down and looked into her eyes. "I was too impatient."

His expression was solemn and affectionate. “I always hope that I can grow up faster and faster.”

"So I can be your backup."

His voice was low and gentle, slowly expressing his innermost thoughts, and every word was carefully crafted to express his passionate emotions.

Afro couldn't describe the feeling in her heart. She just felt that if she stayed any longer, she might do something out of the ordinary.

"You're already great, really." She cupped Percy's face and rubbed it gently twice.

The handsome boy suddenly turned into a cute little goldfish-mouthed boy.

"Now let's go down and help Aunt Molly prepare dinner."

She looked through the open window and saw Hermione and Ginny clearing the garden of gnomes; it looked like they were going to have dinner outside.

"You decide," Percy smiled and took her hand, leading her down the steps.

"Come on, this is your house, why do I have the final say?"

"It's okay if Xiao Afu wants to be the boss here."

There was a deafening crash at the end of the garden, and Fred and George cheered loudly.

"What are you doing!"