People in Hogwarts, holding scripts and systems

Those first-year students fell asleep in their seats one by one, as if they had been hit on the head by a sledgehammer.

"That's enough!" Hermione said sternly to the twins, who looked up in surprise.

"You're right!" George nodded, "This dose is indeed enough."

"You are not allowed to experiment on students! I am the prefect and this is my warning!"

Fred retorted angrily, "We pay them! This is a collaboration! This is their job."

"Calm down, Hermione." Afro walked up to her and comforted her, "It's going to be okay."

Afro took out some purple candies from the big paper bag that Fred was holding and stuffed them into the new student's mouth.

The students woke up slowly.

"Look, they're all awake now," said George happily.

"It turns out that only baby Afro understands us the best!" Fred danced with joy as he wrote down the students' feelings.

Hermione glared at them fiercely again, turned around and left, leaving behind a word that frightened the twins.

"I'm going to write and tell your mother."

Fred packed his things, leaned on Afro's shoulder, and said sadly, "This is going to be bad."

"Mom will kick us out."

"Then we will be homeless, even more pitiful than the homeless people on the Muggle streets."

Fred and George hypothesized about the future in unison, looking at Afro with pouty lips.

Afro pretended not to understand and said with his chin propped up, "It's really pitiful."

Fred finally stopped pretending. He pinched the girl's left cheek and said, "What a cruel little wizard."

"The cruel wizard likes to drain your blood and dig out your hearts." Afro deliberately showed a vicious expression to scare the two of them.

Fred and George would not be frightened.

George held her waist excitedly and blew into her ear, "Come on, dig out my heart and see what's inside."

As he spoke, he held Afu's hand and placed it on his chest, staring at her without blinking, as if waiting for her to make a move.

Afro was shocked by her own association and she pulled her hand back.

"Forget it. Since you look good, I'll let you go."

"It's my pleasure." Fred took her right hand and kissed the back of it gently.

"I wanted to spend a night with the beautiful lady, but unfortunately we have to worry about our own lives."

Fred and George left the common room as fast as lightning when they saw Hermione coming down with a piece of parchment.

In the next few days of classes, every professor emphasized the importance of the OWL exam in class, and the students' ears began to become callused from hearing it.

Not only that, they also leave a lot of homework, making students exhausted.

Afuluo suddenly felt as if she was back in her senior year of high school.

Especially in the Care of Magical Creatures class, Flint and the other Slytherin students were talking about something, causing everyone to look at Harry frequently and laugh strangely.

Harry had no trouble guessing what they were talking about.

When Professor Grubbly-Plank took out the Bowtruckle, the girls couldn't help but exclaim.

This annoyed Harry greatly, as he thought the students were acting as if Hagrid hadn't produced any interesting animals.

He deliberately went around to the back and took the opportunity to ask about Hagrid's situation.

Professor Grubbly-Plank used a tough attitude to resolutely cover Hagrid's whereabouts.

Flint was talking in a mocking voice, saying that Hagrid had been fired.

In the evening, Harry dragged his heavy steps back to the Great Hall. He had to go to Umbridge's office for detention tonight.

Afro looked at Harry, who was tired and in a bad mood, and was about to speak.

"What's wrong, Aphrodite?" Harry stopped at the door of the Great Hall. "What do you want to tell me?"

Afro frowned and said to him with difficulty, "Today is the day for the Quidditch team to select goalkeepers. You..."

Harry was shocked, he had completely forgotten about this matter, and he could not help but pray silently in his heart that Angelina would not be angry about it.

However, the opposite is true.

Angelina ran over angrily, her finger almost poking Harry's chest. She yelled angrily: "Didn't I tell you the time of the selection? I hope all the team members will participate!"

"And now you've decided not to participate!"

"I haven't decided not to go!" Harry retorted impatiently.

Angelina snorted coldly, very emotional, "Then why do you put yourself in solitary confinement! Why don't you tell her that the mysterious man is just your imagination!"

"Or, do something to ensure you can be there!"