People in Hogwarts, holding scripts and systems

Umbridge puffed up her cheeks in anger.

Dumbledore said, throwing his robes and leaving the yard.

The students who came to watch the fun all dispersed, and Harry went against the flow of people and kept rushing towards Dumbledore.

"Headmaster Dumbledore! Headmaster Dumbledore—Headmaster—"

Dumbledore seemed not to hear Harry's call. He walked faster and faster and gradually disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Flint and his little followers loudly announced in the corridor that Slytherin could conduct Quidditch training normally.

Because his father has a good relationship with Minister Fudge.

"Idiot!" It was the first time that Neville openly targeted someone in front of everyone.

Avro could imagine how much Umbridge liked to see the Gryffindors as a threat to them.

"Baby, do you want a piece of candy?" Fred came over and held the candy he had just developed.

The orange-yellow gummy candy exuded an orange scent that wafted into her nose along with her breath.

"I don't want it." Afro refused decisively.

"Really?" George took the candy and waved it in front of her eyes. "It's your favorite orange flavor."

Afro resisted the temptation, clenched his teeth and shook his head violently.

Fred seemed very disappointed. He took a bite of the candy angrily and then vomited in large mouthfuls.

George handed him a purple candy, and Fred ate it, and his vomiting stopped immediately.

The Gemini's quick-acting skipping candy is the only thing that can make Hogwarts students happy during breaks.

Fred and George straightened up and stretched out their arms to receive long cheers.

"How do you think the vomit candy works sweetheart?"

Afro thought about it seriously for a while, and said to them seriously, "It's very realistic, but a little disgusting."

She couldn't help but frowning when she thought of the scene just now.

"This is fun!" Fred immediately took out a lot of vomit candies and started selling them.

Angelina told Professor McGonagall about the Clay Quidditch incident. No one knew what happened in between, but Umbridge finally agreed to Gryffindor's reorganization of the team.

It was drizzling outside, and the grass was slippery. In a few minutes, all the Quidditch players were soaked.

"We should use fever candy!"

"I think if you don't want to go through the captain's devilish training, it's best not to try to avoid training." Afro kindly reminded Fred and George who wanted to use the quick-acting candy to avoid flying.

"Baby, just eat one and your body temperature will go up instantly."

"But there will be some pustules, and we can't get rid of them."

"Gentlemen, is that a lady standing in front of you?" Afro squinted at the two people who were gloating.

Fred smiled widely. He moved closer to Afro and his breath inevitably fell on her nose. "It will grow where you can't see it."

“Usually somewhere that’s not exposed.”

Fred and George responded with a fist each.

Because of the rain, Angelina mercifully allowed them to train for only one hour.

Back in the common room, Fred and George came in hopping and grinning as if they had touched a wire.

"A few of mine might be broken," Fred said glumly.

George's voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth. "I haven't, but it seems to be swollen bigger."

Afro listened to this terrible conversation and couldn't help but cover their faces with a towel.

Harry, who was enjoying watching the fun just now, suddenly felt a pain in his forehead.

"What's wrong?" Afro walked up to Harry worriedly and looked at his face carefully.

Harry's vision was blurry without his glasses, and he could only feel the touch of Aphrodite on his skin.

"Is the scar hurting again?"

Harry sat down on the ground and rubbed his forehead, "I can feel him... angry."

It was a strange feeling, like it was coming from someone else.

The lounge fell silent. Ron was guarding the doorway, while Fred and George surrounded Harry.

"Can you see him?" Afro asked tentatively, "Like some scenes..."

Harry stared down at his feet, trying to recall what had just happened.

"No, I can only sense his emotions." Harry tried for a long time, but got nothing except more headache.

At midnight, when everyone went back to bed, Harry started to work on his paper.

He opened his textbook and read over and over again about the uses of sneezeweed.

His thoughts followed the text and unconsciously went back to before school started, when Sirius once said that Voldemort was looking for something.

What is it?

Harry thought again of the emotion he had felt just now, a kind of rage, the rage of wanting to do something but always failing to do it.

He stared at the word "confusion" in the book and felt that it was very appropriate.

Why could he feel Voldemort's emotions?

The book slipped from Harry's hand, and he seemed to appear in a corridor all of a sudden. The door at the end was getting closer and closer to him. Harry subconsciously reached out his hand...

"Harry, Harry?"

Afro heard the system alarm in her sleep. She hurriedly put on her coat and walked down the stairs to see Harry slumped in a chair, sweating profusely.

Harry woke up with a start, and saw Afro's worried face in front of him. He reached out and pressed her neck, pressing her forehead against his.

"I just had a dream..."

"What kind of dream?" Aphrodite rubbed his neck soothingly and patted Harry's back soothingly.

"I saw a door, and a voice in my heart kept telling me to push it open."

Harry stroked her head, and his hands slowly moved down to the girl's soft waist. With a little force, Afro fell accurately into his arms.

"It's so vivid..." Harry buried his head in the crook of her neck and made a muffled sound.

Afro moved a few times to make herself more comfortable in Harry's arms.

“Actually, I’ve always had a guess.”

Harry didn't look up and continued to listen quietly to Afro's words.

"If you can sense Voldemort, then maybe he can, too?"

Afro's words were like a stone suddenly thrown into a quiet lake, causing ripples.

"Are you saying that Voldemort was trying to control me just now?" Harry looked up in surprise.

"Just a guess." Afro smiled at him reassuringly.

But Harry kept this guess in mind. He thought for a moment and suddenly said, "There is something he wants behind the door!"

The firm tone made Afro's heart tremble.

Harry is far smarter than anyone thought.

"Okay, great detective." Afro held Harry's cheeks and squeezed them together. His mouth pouted like a little goldfish. "It's late. It's time to go to bed."

She yawned and tried to stand up from Harry's legs.

Harry pulled his arm and Afro sat back down.

She looked up blankly at Harry, who smiled down.

"The detective would like a kiss from the beautiful lady."

After saying that, a cool kiss with a woody floral scent fell on her lips.