People in Hogwarts, holding scripts and systems

Avro saw that Harry had been having trouble sleeping every night recently because of his practice of Occlumency, and his emotional connections with Voldemort had even become more frequent.

She wanted to discuss the next direction of practice with Snape.

There were many stairs from Gryffindor to Snape's office. Just after she stepped down the last step, a figure blocked her way, blocking the spring sunlight.

Afro looked up at the person in front of her, his black hair shining in the sunlight, and a pair of clear and bright dark eyes staring at her.

"Xiaoduo!"

She hadn't been in close contact with her Slytherin boyfriend for a long time, ever since Umbridge issued some educational orders against the students.

When Afro suddenly met Theodore, she was delighted and couldn't help but throw herself into his arms.

"It's been a while since we last spoke."

Theodore smiled and hugged his rose tightly. His voice was like the fresh spring breeze, mixed with laughter and fell into her ears.

"We talked at the training camp."

"That's different." Afro pouted, rubbing her furry head against his chest. "When will Umbridge leave? It's affecting my relationship."

The students passing by in the corridor opened their eyes wide and watched this brave pair of students hugging each other on the busy stairs.

After feeling their gazes, Afro withdrew from Theodore's arms and pulled him to an empty corner.

"What are you and Draco doing? Why don't you come looking for me?"

Theodore scratched her chin, as if to comfort a small animal, "We can't just let some people do whatever they want in school, can we?"

Afro felt a little itchy, and subconsciously retracted her chin, reached out and held Theodore's fingers, loosely holding them in her palm.

"Do they have any idea of ​​Voldemort?"

Theodore knew exactly what "they" Afro was referring to, which was some Slytherin students.

"Most are hesitant, but some, like Flint and Crabbe, have clearly expressed their desire to join Voldemort."

Theodore thought for a moment and continued, "They are trying to win over more people in the academy."

"It's probably their family's mission."

"What are you going to do?" Theodore nodded and pointed to the parchment in her arms.

"Talk to Professor Snape."

"We just happen to be going the same way, shall we go together?"

Afro stared at his face for a long moment, then suddenly laughed.

"Aren't you afraid that Umbridge will take you and put you in detention?"

Theodore immediately put on a frightened expression, crawled into Afro's arms and whimpered, "I'm so scared, I want little Afro's protection."

Aphrodite stroked her chin and cooperated with him very well.

"Protection is fine, but Xiaoduo must pay some protection fee, right?"

Theodore raised his head and looked at her with burning eyes. "I have nothing—"

"I have no choice but to give myself to you. Do you want it, little Afu?"

Afro pretended to think with difficulty, and after seeing Theodore's increasingly aggrieved expression, she moved her face closer.

"Then I have to inspect the goods first."

After saying that, she held his face and bumped into him.

Afro tried to probe with the tip of her tongue, and Theodore opened his mouth obediently, looking obedient and well-behaved, as if he really gave himself to her.

Afro unconsciously moved closer, and his hand on her waist slowly moved up along her back.

Just as she was about to finish, Theodore finally bared his fangs.

"To make up for my mistake, I have to prolong this kiss as compensation."

As their lips and teeth touched, Afro vaguely remembered asking, "What's wrong?"

"I can't show my love."

The tip of his tongue slipped in through the valve that had not been closed in time, and he controlled the rhythm of her breathing until the end.

Afro gasped for breath, and Theodore's hands patted her back again and again.

"Don't you like this kind of compensation? Then what do you like?"

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Snape opened a storage cabinet against the wall, and the cabinet slowly opened to both sides, revealing a stone basin hidden in the wall.

If Aphrodite were here, she would have recognized it as the same Pensieve that Dumbledore used.

Snape raised his wand and pointed it at his forehead. As he moved, a silver thread was pulled out from his mind.

He rested one hand on the edge of the stone basin and looked deeply into the silver thread floating in the basin.

There were three knocks on the door.

Snape pushed the Pensieve back into the wall with an expressionless face, then sat down at his desk, holding up the Daily Prophet to shield his face.

"Please come in!"

Afro pushed the door open a crack, poked his head out, and smiled half-ingratulatingly, "Professor Snape, are you busy?"

Snape raised two fingers and turned the newspaper along the fold. Behind the newspaper was the same gloomy face as always.

"Tell me, what's the matter?"

Aphrodite moved in awkwardly, looked around, and sat on the sofa opposite Snape.

He placed his hands on his knees like a primary school student and kept his back straight.

Snape looked at her like this, and the word "well-behaved" came to his mind.

But he looked at the blush on the girl's lips and snorted coldly.

Should he visit the Campbells?

Snape raised half an eyebrow and looked at Afro asking if she wanted to say more.

Afro coughed quickly, "Professor, do you have any latest news?"

She pointed quietly at the newspaper.

"According to Education Order No. 26, teachers cannot disclose anything to students that is not related to teaching."

Afro curled his lips and said, "Professor, it's just the two of us here."

"Miss Campbell, doesn't you know the specialness of the school portrait?" Snape looked at her coldly, without a trace of smile on his lips.

“But you don’t have a portrait.”

"Miss Campbell, is there anything else?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Afro took out a folded parchment from his robe and handed it to him. "Regarding Harry's practice, can we take it slowly? He hasn't been in a good mental state recently. I'm afraid--"

"Potter sent you here?"

Afro looked at him blankly and shook his head, "No, I'm afraid..."

"Will the You-Know-Who attack you?" Snape stared at her with eyes as black as a lake.

Aphrodite felt like a cold little snake crawling up her back.

It's so cold that it makes people shiver.

"I guess not..."

"Humph!" Snape unfolded the newspaper again, covered his face, and said coldly: "Then take back your wings. His responsibility is far greater than this."

"But he still——"

"A fifteen-year-old? That's pretty old."

Afro was choked by these words. She knew what Snape meant and also understood Harry's responsibility.

But she would still feel sad and uncomfortable.

Afro sighed, took back the parchment, stood up silently and prepared to leave.

Just as her hand touched the door handle, Snape's voice sounded behind her.

"If you really care about him, let him grow up faster."