People in Hogwarts, holding scripts and systems

Afro and Hermione didn't find Kreacher in the end, so they had to put the carpet in the cupboard.

"How come it lives here?" Ron said, pointing at the dark cupboard.

"Sirius wanted it to live upstairs, but Kreacher didn't want it to live upstairs," Harry explained.

He sometimes couldn't understand the relationship between Sirius and Kreacher. They wanted to reconcile, but they didn't want to talk. They could only live together in a strange relationship.

The Christmas holidays were over soon and the children returned to Hogwarts happily.

Umbridge added ten more educational orders on the wall, and the students instantly lost the joy of starting school.

As soon as he returned to school, Snape took Aphrodite to his office.

"Your Christmas present." Snape threw a box at her without even a piece of wrapping paper.

"It's been half a month since Christmas..."

Snape curled his lips subconsciously and looked straight at her with his inky eyes.

Under his cold gaze, Afro opened the gift box with trembling hands, revealing a small dusty bottle inside.

"This is..." The elixir!

No, what did Snape mean by giving her this?

Does she look like a loser?

"Be careful when using it, otherwise Dumbledore can't save you." Snape suddenly shouted when he saw her about to put her eyes on the Felicis Felicis.

Afro was so scared that he quickly put the small bottle away.

"Professor, it's nothing, I'll just—"

"return!"

Afro took small steps back and sat down on the chair under his cold gaze.

"When practicing Occlumency, you focus your thoughts and put your emotions aside..."

"Shouldn't these words be said to Harry?"

Snape gave her a look that said "shut up" and said in his usual tone, with a long tail, "Telling you is equivalent to him knowing it."

Afro:?

"Try to practice emptying your mind before going to bed every day." Snape said, trying to sound cold and indifferent.

Afro returned to the lounge and just as she jumped down from the doorway, a feathered hat was put on her head.

As Harry and Ron watched, Avro's head and hat disappeared.

This scene seemed to be a replay of the scene when Harry received the Invisibility Cloak in first grade, except that the part that disappeared was different.

Several girls screamed and Hermione gave Fred and George an accusing look.

"Take off your hat!" George's hand groped on Afro's shoulder for a while, and when he touched the fluffy hair, he pushed it gently.

The hat was removed and Afro's head reappeared.

"Ballad, two Galleons a piece, thank you very much!" Fred waved his hat and shouted to the crowd.

Afro studied the hat, observing it carefully. "It's a smart idea to expand the invisibility area beyond the object of the spell."

Fred held the girl on his lap and taught her step by step how to combine the invisibility charm with the object.

"What does Snape want to talk to you about?" Harry put the homework he had just taken out of his schoolbag back into his bag.

A deep look fell on Harry, and he subconsciously shrank back.

"He asked me to tell you what to pay attention to during practice." Afro tried to slide off Fred's legs, but he held her tightly in his arms.

She shifted uncomfortably, and Fred pressed his hand harder.

"Why didn't he tell me?" Harry looked at the quill in his hand suspiciously, speculating with great disgust.

"Maybe I know you won't believe it." Afro saw the suspicion in Harry's eyes and said with a sigh.

I really don’t know how long this awkward teacher-student relationship will end.

Talking about the brain block technique, Harry began to worry again. He was afraid that Voldemort would control his brain to do something, and he was also afraid that he would see some memories.

He sat in front of the fireplace in a depressed mood, and even his planner looked so pleasing to the eye.

Just a short while ago, he was still thinking about finding an opportunity to throw it into the fire.

"Don't worry, Harry." Afro saw that Harry was in a bad mood, so he whispered to comfort him, "Voldemort won't control your brain as long as you train it well."

Harry still didn't relax, he kept doing this until he went back to sleep.

Fred listened quietly to their secret conversation, reached out and held Afro's hand tightly, the slightly cool temperature turning into burning heat as it entangled between his fingers.

"Did baby Afro hide something on him?"

Afro didn't remember the elixir on him for a moment and shook his head blankly.

Fred ran his hand down her soft belly to her waist and found a small, cool bottle in the inside pocket of her robe.

"That's it. It's been stuck on my leg!" He took out the Felicis and held it in front of Afulo, looking like he was complaining.

George heard the sound and came over to look at the small bottle in Fred's hand. "This looks like a Felicis."

Fred immediately felt that his hand weighed a thousand pounds!

"Could it be that Snape sent it?" George's face changed slightly and he showed a look of horror.

Afro nodded slowly under their incredulous looks.

"Why did he give you this?"

"Maybe I think I'm unlucky."

Fred blinked, his eyes suddenly sparkling, "Afro~ little baby~"

The boy's voice became sticky, Afro blushed, and immediately covered his mouth.

"Hey, be normal."

"I want a drop." Fred pinched his index finger and thumb together, leaving only an imperceptible gap.

George stared at her intently, the desire in his eyes turning into reality.

"You make me feel that my charm is not as good as a drop of elixir of life." Afro covered half of his face with pretended disappointment and said jokingly.

George lifted her off Fred's lap, put his lips to her ear, and said word by word, "There is a bad little sweetheart who tortures me all the time."

"If little Aphrodite is willing to kiss me more, then the Felicity L'Eau will be nothing." Fred leaned forward with a wicked smile.

Afro pushed him away, pretending to be disgusted, "Then you should live with the Felixir for the rest of your life!"

"No, how can Felicis smell as good as my little baby?" Fred rubbed his face against hers like a large loyal dog, or sniffed her neck.

George looked at the elixir in Afro's hand, and suddenly an idea came to him.

"Fred, I have a really great idea now!"

Fred and George looked at each other, laughed in tacit understanding, and ran away immediately.

"Two bad guys..." Afro shouted at their running figures.

At night, Afro was lying comfortably in bed when an alarm in his mind rang throughout the system space.