People in Hogwarts, holding scripts and systems

Afro and Percy were forced out of the kitchen by Mrs. Weasley, with a knife and fork in their hands. As soon as they reached the garden entrance, they saw the mess in the garden.

Bill and Charlie had their wands out and were flying two tattered old tables across the lawn.

The tables crashed against each other, each trying to knock the other out of the air.

Bill's desk hit Charlie's, and a broken table leg flew overhead and hit Draco who suddenly appeared.

So, this happened.

"What are you doing!" Draco picked up the table leg on the ground and threw it out with force, but his aim seemed a little bad.

Crookshanks was so frightened that he stuck his butt out and was trying to dig out the goblin hiding in his shoes.

"Merlin's leopard print skirt! How can you let Aphrodite work!"

After walking around for a while, Draco turned around and met the eyes of Afro who was standing at the garden gate. When he saw the old knife and fork in the girl's hand, all his dissatisfaction burst out.

"Draco? Why are you here?!"

Harry and Ron ran out after hearing the sound, looked at the only two golden heads in the garden, and opened their mouths in surprise.

"Fred, this is another one of your pranks, isn't it?" Ron boldly grabbed Draco's hair and pulled it hard.

He seemed to be wearing it as a wig.

"Stupid red lion! Let go of my hair!" Draco's scalp was numb from being pulled, and he roared loudly with a red face, threatening Ron to let him go.

Fred and George did not step forward to stop it, but instead clapped their hands and cheered.

This is much more interesting than watching the table showdown.

"Little Ronnie, use some strength!"

"Pull him hard! He's fake!"

Mr. Weasley heard the noise in the garden and leaned out of the wooden window to see his son pulling the Malfoy child's hair.

"Ron! Let go!"

Ron pulled the hair repeatedly and finally confirmed that the hair under his hand was real. He let go of his hand in horror and stepped back with a wry smile, "Good evening, Malfoy."

"What's wrong with you!" Draco rubbed his scalp which was a little painful from being pulled, and growled with bared teeth.

Afro stepped forward to help him massage a few times, where Draco couldn't reach, and said with a stifled laugh, "Why did you come here without telling me?"

"Humph, it's all for you."

After Draco received the letter written by Noah, he was so jealous that the whole Malfoy Manor didn't need to dip dumplings in vinegar.

He was so jealous that he had to use the Floo powder to find Afro. After arriving at Campbell Manor, he was told that Afro had gone to the Burrow.

Dobby just brought him over, but he disappeared as soon as he landed.

The moment he was distracted, he was hit by the table leg that fell from the sky.

"Okay, let me apologize to you, okay?"

The girl, wearing a green shirt and skirt, tilted her head to look at him, her ponytail decorated with a green ribbon playfully running to her neck.

Draco's eyes followed the ribbon all the time, and when they unexpectedly fell on the flawless white neck, his ears felt hot.

"Well, then come with me to watch the Quidditch match." He clenched his fist and coughed, but his voice was still hoarse.

Aphrodite scratched her head in embarrassment. She had already promised Mr. Weasley to go with them.

"Ah, this..."

"What's wrong? Are you embarrassed?" Draco saw her hesitating, raised his eyebrows slightly and asked indifferently.

"A little bit. I've already promised someone else."

This time it was Draco's turn to frown in embarrassment. He looked up at the red-haired girls and knew who the girl had agreed to without them saying anything.

After a brief mental struggle, Draco said expressionlessly, helplessly and reluctantly, "Then I'll go with you."

"No! Afro is staying with us tonight. There's no place for you here!"

Percy, who was closest to him, heard what Draco said and reacted quickly. There were already four people in his family who were competing with him for Avro, and he didn't want another one.

"No, wherever Afro is, there I am."

Draco hugged Aphrodite and looked at Percy with an expression that said "What can you do to me?"

"So can you share a room with Percy?"

Now almost all rooms in the Burrow are shared by two people, except for Percy's room.

"What?" the two exclaimed in unison.

Afro covered his shocked ears, shook his head, and suggested again.

"And Harry, Ron?"

"no?"

"So what do you want to do? There's no vacant seat here, why don't you go back first?"

"No, I live with you!"

"No!" This time there were five voices of objection.

Finally, Mrs. Weasley had to personally solve the accommodation problem for this uninvited guest.

"Honestly, Mr. Malfoy, why don't you go home first?"

"Excuse me, I can squeeze in."

Mr. and Mrs. Weasley really didn't want to look after the Malfoy children, at least the adults weren't that close to them.

The children couldn't tell.