People in Hogwarts, holding scripts and systems

"Draco?"

Draco heard the voice and turned towards her.

It's not curfew yet, and there are many students coming in and out of the Gryffindor door.

When they saw a Slytherin student standing here, they all felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

Then I saw a junior girl from my own academy come out and go straight towards the little viper.

The Gryffindor students felt that it was necessary to hold a seminar to protect their personal safety and stay away from Slytherin!

Save the innocent junior high school girl from being deceived by poisonous snakes!

"Let's go talk outside!"

Avro noticed Draco's discomfort and offered to go for a walk.

The two men came to Hogwarts Square with the help of moonlight, and they found a place with few people and sat down.

"What do you want to see me for?"

Seeing that Afro was wearing thin clothes, Draco took the clothes on his arm and put them on Afro.

The seriousness and carefulness in his eyes made people feel that he was treating it like a treasure.

“I’m going home for Christmas break!”

Afro was confused by this nonsensical sentence.

Just go home, why show off to her? As if she can't go back!

Seeing that Afro didn't understand what he meant, Draco said quietly in his heart, "What an idiot!"

"Gift?" Draco knew that he shouldn't have too high expectations of Afro's emotional intelligence, so he stretched out his hand directly in front of Afro.

"Why would you ask for a gift like that?"

Afro suddenly understood what Draco meant, but her gift was left in the dormitory and she had originally planned to deliver it on the holiday.

"You're not prepared, are you?"

"How do you know?" Afro pretended that he had hit the nail on the head and raised her head in panic.

Draco felt that she was not pretending, and suddenly felt aggrieved and a sour feeling in his nose.

"You! Forget it, I've prepared it for you." The usually arrogant voice trembled slightly, as if he had suffered a great injustice.

"I'll give it to you on Christmas!" Draco lowered his head, stood up without even looking at her, and was about to leave.

Afro grabbed his wrist and asked, "Are you angry?"

The smile in her tone could hardly be hidden, Afro shook Draco's arm, her voice tender and soft.

"I lied to you! The gift is in the dormitory. Who told you to suddenly come to me and ask for a gift?"

Joy washed over Draco's limbs again, and he felt like a traveler who had been pulled back from the edge of a cliff.

"Really?"

Avro nodded under Draco's gaze.

She still has a conscience!

"Your letter!" Draco became happy again and felt happy both physically and mentally just looking at the grass on the lawn.

Especially when Aphrodite pulled him in, Draco knew that he would never let go of Aphrodite's hand.

He would go back and ask his father what it would cost to marry the daughter of the Campbell family.

Even if Malfoy Manor is renamed Campbell Manor from now on!

Afro took the letter and found it was from her parents.

"Where did you get it?"

Why did Draco have her letter in his hand?

"I was passing by the Owlery and picked it up on the way."

Avro did not open the letter immediately, but waited until she and Draco separated and returned to the Gryffindor common room before starting to check it.

It was from Mrs. Campbell, who told Afro that she and Mr. Campbell were going to spend Christmas at the Devins family (Afro's grandfather's home) and could not come to pick Afro up.

And Afro said she didn't want to eat French food at all!

The snow was heavy, covering every corner of Hogwarts. Hagrid picked a perfect pine tree from the Forbidden Forest early in the morning and planned to put it in the hall. Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick were responsible for decorating the corridor.

"What did you do again?" Avro noticed Fred and George following Filch to clean the snow on the square.

Fred saw Afro under the eaves, and raised his chin slightly towards her with a naughty smile, "We made a little Afro--"

"But he was pushed down by Filch!"

The tone and expression seemed extremely aggrieved, but it was a pity that they were facing the cold-hearted Afro.

Afro smiled and said, "I see." Playing outside in the snow and ice will indeed be punished!

"In that case, gentlemen, enjoy your winter!" Afro raised her book and smiled sweetly at the two boys sweeping the snow.

A loose ball of snow hit Afro's back, and the coolness penetrated through her thick clothes. Afro clenched the spine of the book in her hand.

very good!

Afro drew out her wand, turned around abruptly, and curled her lips slightly, showing her red lips and white teeth, but the words she spoke sounded like a demon from hell.

"Die! Wingardium, Olavisa!" A large piece of snow on the eaves of the castle fell on the two young men standing below.

A puff of white smoke floated by, and when I looked again, there were two life-size snowmen on the ground, with two pairs of exposed eyes flickering.

Afro skipped back to the castle in a good mood, leaving behind two poor boys buried in the snow.

"Afro, aren't you going to pack your luggage?" Back in the dormitory, the floor was filled with things and there was no place to step. Afro stepped over one piece of clothing after another and tiptoed to her bed.

"My parents are out, and I won't be going home this year!" Afro made the bed while watching Hermione busy packing the big suitcase.

Even though the Christmas holiday is approaching, classes still need to be attended.

"Merlin's briefs! Couldn't Snape put a fireplace in the dungeon?" Afro, with white mist in her breath, got as close to the burning cauldron as possible and rubbed her fingers that were frozen white.

She never wanted to take Snape's class in the winter again!

Draco, who was closest to Aphrodite, quietly handed her a glass bottle of hot water, "Here, warm your hands!"

Afro took it without hesitation and put it in the pocket of his robe. The scorching heat was transmitted to all parts of his body through the blood circulation, and his stiff limbs immediately relaxed.

Draco saw that Aphrodite's pale face had turned rosy again. He glanced at Harry provocatively, "Some people who have been abandoned by their families have to stay in school for the holidays!"

Harry ignored Draco, who was concentrating on weighing the minced lionfish. Draco had been doing this ever since Slytherin lost the Quidditch match, looking for anything to tease him about.

"Malfoy, are you saying that I have been abandoned by my family?" Aphrodite's soft voice sounded behind Draco. Goyle and Crabbe, who were still snickering on the side, almost choked on their saliva.

They had the foresight to quietly leave the center of the battlefield.

Draco froze, and stood there in a daze. He didn't expect Avro to choose not to go home. He felt his throat dry, and his pale face turned even paler.

He opened his mouth with difficulty, his voice a little hoarse, "Afro..."

Afro didn't wait for Draco's answer, but took out the thermos and placed it on the corner of the table, then continued to brew the potion.

Suddenly, Theodore, who was standing in the corner, radiated joy, and the Slytherin students in his group moved away in fear.