People in Hogwarts, holding scripts and systems

"Wood's departure will have a big impact on the team." Hermione dragged a plate with bagels and sandwiches in front of her and Afro.

"He is an excellent goalkeeper." Afro said sincerely.

Hermione stuffed a large piece of bacon into her mouth and said calmly, "I know it's from yours, so eat it."

Professor McGonagall went around the tables handing out timetables.

The schedule shows that there are two classes of History of Magic, Potions, Divination, and Defense Against the Dark Arts today...

"I really hope Fred and George can speed up and get out the quick-acting skipping candy!" Ron sighed.

"There seems to be something wrong with my ears."

Fred and George squeezed in next to Avro, the three of them so close together that the girl seemed to be sitting on their laps.

Harry thought he would rather go to Snape's class than see Aphrodite and the twins hanging out together all the time.

It seemed like they were the only couple.

Fred checked her schedule, counted it several times with his fingers, and looked at Afro in surprise, "Afro baby, you must have learned bad things from Bill!"

Bill, an outstanding child of the Weasley family, obtained twelve certificates in the OWL exam.

"Actually, my goal is to pass the twelve NEWTs." Afro said to them with a serious look.

Well, actually it’s not because Afro loves studying so much, but because she has a system to motivate her.

She looked at the task that had appeared on the system panel not long ago.

"To become an excellent wizard: 1. Pass twelve OWL exams. 2. Pass twelve NEWT exams. Mission reward: million points. Tip: This mission has the right to choose, and the corresponding points reward will be issued according to the completion of the mission."

George covered his chest in shock, his eyes wide open like a frightened big dog, "You are not my little sweetheart, give her back to me!"

We were all playing together when we were talking, but you were secretly studying behind my back!

Afro couldn't help but hit him, he was really overacting.

"Hermione wants a companion, doesn't she?" Fred pouted unhappily. "That would make us look stupid."

Hermione, who was innocently caught in the crossfire, gritted her teeth and tried hard to suppress her anger, so as not to impulsively pour mashed potatoes on Fred's head. She could only stare at him angrily.

"But your future lies beyond academic achievement," Afro said as he spread butter on his toast.

Fred and George chuckled; they always lit up with joy when talking about pranks.

And Afro really doesn't think grades represent everything.

"Indeed, we've been discussing whether or not the seventh grade should come back to school," George said seriously.

Ron suddenly smiled wickedly, "Mom won't allow that."

"But we won't waste a year here." Fred looked around the auditorium with nostalgia.

George added the second half of his sentence, "We need to conduct market research, find out what students need, carefully evaluate research results, and produce new products."

Hermione was puzzled. "Where did you get the funds? I mean... the venue, the raw materials, etc."

Fred saw Afro's warning look and wisely shut up. "Don't ask us. We won't lie to you."

George took a stack of bread and waved goodbye to them, "We still have to sell a few retractable ears before class."

"What does that mean?" Hermione looked from Aphrodite to Harry.

Seeing that they were still struggling, Harry thought he had to change the subject immediately, otherwise the fact that he and Afro gave the bonus to the twins would be dug up.

"Do you know what you want to do after you graduate from Hogwarts?"

Ron thought for a moment and answered slowly: "Not yet, unless... being an Auror is pretty cool!"

"I want to do something worthwhile, like promoting the House-Elf Rights Association..." Hermione said thoughtfully.

"Perhaps, you can be the Minister of Magic." Afro looked her seriously in the eyes and said.

After listening to her, Hermione began to think about the feasibility of this matter.

Ron and Harry looked at each other in understanding, and saw the approval in each other's eyes.

"What about you, Aphrodite?" Hermione asked enthusiastically.

Afro thought for a while and smiled at them playfully, "I don't have any dreams. I just hope that when you become rich, you won't forget me!"