People in Hogwarts, holding scripts and systems

Hagrid lived in a small wooden house at the edge of the forest. There was a crossbow and a pair of rubber boots in front of the house.

Harry walked forward and knocked on Hagrid's door.

There was a terrible sound of dogs barking and Hagrid's whispered scolding from the other side of the door.

Hagrid opened the door slightly and said to the four little heads outside, "Wait a moment!"

"Hey! Fang, go back to your den!"

After about five minutes, Hagrid invited them in. Hagrid's room was pretty much the same as it was in the movie.

The room was very simple, with a patched quilt thrown on a huge bed.

There was a copper kettle hanging on the stove, humming.

"Sit anywhere!" Hagrid asked them to sit on some sofas with exposed foam.

"This girl's name is Aphrodite, her name is Hermione, and that's Ron." Harry introduced his friends to Hagrid.

Hagrid was busy making tea, and many guests came at once, and he wanted to find out where he had put his cups.

"Oh, I know you, the Weasley kid!" Hagrid glanced at Ron's red hair and freckles on his face, "There are a lot of Weasley kids in this school.

At the bottom of the cupboard Hagrid found some dusty colored china cups.

After he washed the cups, he made everyone a cup of black tea and said, "Try the snacks I made!"

Hagrid held out another plate of light brown cakes and handed it to them.

Anyone who has read the novel knows that Hagrid's rock cakes are so delicious that they can make your teeth break!

"Are you the child of Otet (Afro's father's name) and Irabetha (Afro's mother's name)?" Hagrid looked at Afro who was sitting elegantly in the corner of the sofa.

The exquisite dress and pretty face were out of place in this dilapidated little house.

Afro nodded slightly when she heard Hagrid mention her parents' names.

"They were famous for being smart kids in school at that time!"

Hagrid seemed to be very emotional about the life that Aphrodite's parents had at school.

Harry and Ron put down their snacks and began to talk about their lives since the start of the school year.

"Snape seems to hate me!"

"Nonsense!" interrupted Hagrid. "Why does he hate you?"

Harry told Hagrid that Snape was always finding faults in Potions class and deducting points from Gryffindor in various ways.

Gryffindor has the least points in the scoring funnel now!

"How's your brother Charlie?" Hagrid suddenly changed the subject. "I like him quite a bit!"

Not only Avro could tell, but Harry could also tell that Hagrid didn't want to talk about Snape.

Is it because...

"He wants to steal something!" Harry suddenly shouted, and Afro was so scared that she choked on her tea.

"Ahem - what are you stealing -"

"It's Snape! He wants to steal something in the corridor on the fourth floor!" Harry stood up and gestured to Hagrid with an excited expression.

"Fourth floor? How do you know Lu Wei?"

"Lewway! He has a name!" Ron frowned, as if he had heard something disgusting.

What fourth floor? What are they talking about?

After falling behind during the last night outing, Afro did not see the three-headed dog.

23 had no choice but to play the video of that night for Afro.

"I actually missed it!" Afro was heartbroken. She missed such an important scene!

It hurts!

"Of course! He's mine!" Hagrid raised his eyebrows proudly, "Lend it to Dumbledore to guard--"

"What!" Harry asked again.

When Hagrid realized that he had said something he shouldn't have, he raised his voice to cover up the truth, "Don't ask me anymore. I won't say anything more! This is top secret!"

"But Snape's going to steal it, Hagrid!"

"Snape wouldn't do that. He's one of the professors on guard. This is a secret between Dumbledore and Nicolas Flamel!"

After saying that, he pushed the four children out of the room, not forgetting to fill Harry and Ron's schoolbags with rock cakes.

Harry kept mumbling "Nicholas Flamel" on the way back.

"Who is Nicolas Flamel?" Ron asked Hermione, the most knowledgeable person here.

This was also the first time Hermione had heard of this person, and she shook her head dejectedly.

There are actually wizards that she doesn’t know about. She must not have read enough books!

And Afro certainly knew who Nicolas Flamel was, but she couldn't say it.

After the Quidditch game, the students returned to their normal lives.

At night, Hermione was checking Harry, Ron and Aphrodite's Charms class. She would never let them copy her homework, but would check it for them and tell them the correct answers.

Among them, only Ron and Harry really don't know how to do it, and Afro simply doesn't want to learn it well!

Hermione rubbed her stinging forehead, sighed, and put down Afro's shitty paper.

"Aphrodite, you clearly know about the eighteenth-century spell, why don't you write about it?"

Afro held her cheek with one hand and kept spinning the pen with the other.

“I’m lazy and don’t want to write.”

Hermione nearly threw the parchment at Aphrodite's head. "This is all about your final grade! Aphrodite!"

"Okay, I'll change it! Angel Hermione, please don't be angry, okay?"

Afro admitted his mistakes quickly and sincerely, but he didn't take it to heart.

This is because Afro feels that as long as her grades are acceptable, she can live without having to work like the Campbells and take care of a large estate.

Besides, she might be able to return to her own world later.

What use does she have for magic?

Hermione knew Afro's temper very well and knew that she liked to take things as they came, but for the future of her good sister, she still took on the responsibility of teaching her.

"Aphrodite..."

"Afro, someone is looking for you outside!" Simo came back from outside with a nervous look on his face, and said to Afro who was sitting in the corner.

Ximo, what's wrong with you?" Afro saw that Ximo looked a little weak, and his forehead was covered with sweat.

"I'm fine, you-you go out now!"

Seamus said a few words quickly and then ran back to the boys' dormitory.

Aphrodite crawled out of the passage in confusion. Who came to see her so late at night and scared Simo like this?

"Who do you think is looking for Afro?" Ron stopped writing, moved mysteriously to the middle of the table, and gossiped in a low voice.

Hermione raised the thick volume of "Standard Book of Spells: Elementary" and threw it at Ron.

Ron growled in pain, covering the place where he was hit and grimacing.

Harry's mind and heart were occupied with thoughts of Nicolas Flamel.

They searched the entire library but couldn't find this person!

Ron, who was once again devastated, drew a stick figure with frizzy hair on the paper and wrote "This is Granger!" next to it.

Hermione happened to see it, and Ron was hit again.

This time it's the head!

On the other side, Afro, who was called out, pushed away the portrait of the Fat Lady.

In the moonlight, a young man in a white shirt stood with his hands in his pockets, his back to her.