People in Hogwarts, holding scripts and systems

In the afternoon, Ron's training condition became worse and worse, and Angelina had to stop training temporarily.

Ron returned to the common room listlessly, slumped into a chair, and the hollow voice seemed to float in the air.

"I totally screwed up," he said hoarsely, "I'd better quit..."

"It's okay." Afro waved his wand, and a pile of parchment and textbooks flew out of his schoolbag and were neatly placed on the table. "Don't talk nonsense, Ron, this is just your first practice, it's nothing."

Ron's mind was filled with thoughts about his terrible performance in Quidditch practice, and a pained expression appeared on his face.

"Don't think too much. I'm here and I'll help you integrate quickly." Afro patted Ron's shoulder encouragingly.

When they saw the untouched homework, the mask of pain was put on their faces again.

"Should we ask Hermione to help us look at the paper?" Harry looked at the paper he had worked so hard to write with a sad face, and whispered to Ron and Afro.

Fortunately, after Hermione learned about their miserable experience today, she mercifully offered to help them correct their papers.

The sky outside the window was getting darker and darker, and the only sound in the room was the sound of Hermione's quill scratching on paper.

Harry's paper had only a few minor issues, but Ron's assignment had been revised from beginning to end by Aphrodite and Hermione.

In Fred's words, Avro almost rewrote Ron's homework.

"Aphrodite, Hermione, you are simply the best people I have ever met in my life—" Ron said excitedly, holding up his homework.

"Say less nice things." Afro shook her slightly sore wrist and pushed the paper full of words to Ron.

Harry slid off the chair and knelt in front of the fireplace, staring into the flames.

A familiar face appeared among the dancing flames.

"Sirius?" Afro rubbed his eyes, dropped his quill and squatted over.

"I come over every hour and thought you'd gone to bed long ago." Sirius shook his head and the firewood in the stove crackled.

"You pop your head out every hour?" Harry glanced at Avro guiltily. He hoped that Sirius didn't see the scene he shouldn't have seen.

Sirius's smiling face flickered in the flames. "It will only take a few seconds. This is the only way I can answer the questions in Harry's letter--"

"Since Voldemort's return, your scar has been hurting more frequently. This is probably related to Voldemort's mood swings. As for Umbridge, I can at least confirm that she has no relationship with the Death Eaters."

"She's perfectly qualified to be a Death Eater," said Ron and Harry glumly.

Hermione nodded frantically in agreement.

Afro shook her head. "There are no completely good or bad people in the world. She may be able to do this just to flatter Fudge for herself."

"What Aphrodite said makes sense." Sirius said with a wry smile, "She is just a pawn used by Fudge to deal with Hogwarts and Dumbledore. He is just using each other. By the way, how are her classes?"

"Boring as hell."

"She won't let us use magic."

"Just reading that boring textbook."

Aphrodite, Harry and Ron spoke indignantly one by one.

Sirius laughed loudly, and he said to them with a gloating expression, "It's similar to the information we got from the Ministry of Magic. Fudge doesn't want you to do combat training."

"Isn't he afraid that we will organize an army?" Afro joked with a smile.

But Ron thought this idea was stupid, even stupider than Lovegood!

"Maybe. Anyway, you should keep a low profile in school."

Hermione suddenly shouted angrily, "Is this why they don't let us learn spells?"