People in Hogwarts, holding scripts and systems

Afro's eyes fell on a prop with a yellow talisman painted on it.

"Another Him: There are no two identical leaves in the world, so if I can change my appearance, what can you do?

Attribute: Increase dexterity by 10%

Price: 500 points/time.

The room was still arguing about Dumbledore's plan, and Snape disagreed to use him to gain Voldemort's trust.

"They need my gift," Snape said to Dumbledore, folding his arms, scowling and angry, "and I don't want anyone's soul to be torn apart by this."

The room fell into silence.

Afro cleared his throat, "Can I say something?"

Grindelwald bent down and held out his hand as a "please" gesture.

"There is a way we can try." She took out the disguise charm she had just exchanged and waved it in front of everyone. "In my third year, I met an oriental wizard in Diagon Alley. He brought a lot of oriental magic props."

Grindelwald leaned against Dumbledore, staring at the thing in the girl's hand with slightly thoughtful eyes.

When he was young, he had been to the East and communicated with some Eastern wizards there, but he had never seen them use this kind of prop.

"Where did the Eastern wizard you met come from?" He leaned over and examined the Disguise Charm curiously with Dumbledore. The texture of the paper felt very strange.

Not like parchment.

Afro said with a smile: "He is from Shushan."

"Aphrodite, how do I use this thing?" Dumbledore asked in confusion, holding the disguise charm between two fingers.

Avro pointed at Snape and said, "Stick to him, Professor."

Snape looked at her angrily and the girl shrugged and gave him a shy smile.

When the disguise talisman was three fingers away from Snape, it stuck to his forehead with a "whoosh" as if it had consciousness.

The yellow talisman paper hung from his forehead to his chin, and with his gloomy face, he looked like he had just crawled out of a grave.

A red light dissipated, and an old man with a long beard who looked exactly like Dumbledore stood opposite them.

"It looks like a success." Dumbledore leaned forward magically and looked at everything in front of him.

This was the first time he saw himself in this light.

His beard looks really nice.

"Severus, smile."

Snape glanced at Grindelwald.

"How long can this last?"

Afro looked at the instructions on the system and told them how to use it.

"That's a good idea indeed." Snape's expression was distorted, and he said coldly, "But who should we stick it to?"

The problem has fallen into an endless cycle.

Afro clapped his hands to attract their attention: "Gentlemen, who said we must use our own people?"

A strange light flashed across Grindelwald's eyes, and he looked at her meaningfully.

"Voldemort has so many loyal followers. We can just pick any lucky one, like Ms. Bella," Afro reminded them casually.

Aphrodite deliberately said Bella's name so that Dumbledore would pay attention to her.

"These people are not so easy to use." Snape shook his head disapprovingly. He thought this method was unreliable, but Dumbledore thought it was very good.

"I believe Avro will handle this matter, right?" Dumbledore looked at the girl with a smile, with trust and something else in his eyes.

"It looks like you don't have to die." Snape said impatiently, "Can we go now?"

There were four of them when they came, but only Aphrodite and Snape left.

"Have a nice vacation, Professor Snape." Afro waved, turned and ran away.

She was afraid that Snape would settle accounts with her because of the Disguise Charm.

"It seems that our Head of House doesn't hate Gryffindor as much as the legend says."

A lazy voice sounded in the corner. Afro looked over and saw Blaise sitting alone on the windowsill.

"We're just stopping by."

Blaise smiled, jumped off the windowsill, put his hands in his pockets and walked towards her.

"Can you take a walk with me?" Blaise asked in a low voice. Seeing the girl's expression of wanting to refuse, he quickly said, "They've all left, and I'm the only one left."

His eyelids drooped sadly, and his tone was full of grievance.

Afro was about to say no, but when she saw that the boy looked very lonely but acted as if he didn't care, she swallowed the words of refusal.

"Let's go."

She turned around and walked in front, not noticing the fleeting smile on the boy's lips.

"We'll have to find a new teacher for Defense Against the Dark Arts next semester." Blaise took two quick steps and walked side by side with the girl.

"Yeah, Ron said the position was cursed."

Talking about this topic, Afro remembered something Ron had said. Thinking of her boyfriend's expression at that time, she smiled brighter than the sun in the sky.

Bryce stared at her smile infatuatedly and forgot to respond to her.

Afro didn't hear the boy's voice for a long time. He raised his head and accidentally bumped into a starry sky.

She stretched out her hand and waved it in front of Blaise's eyes, "Come back to your senses!"

Bryce was stunned for a moment, then suddenly moved closer to her.

"Do you know eryngium?"

Afro shook her head when she heard the unfamiliar words.

Brace stood up, walked to a tree, bent over and searched on the lawn for a long time.

Then he came back with a silver-blue flower with thorns.

“It looks like a blade of grass.”

Just as Afro's hand was about to touch Eryngium, Blaise suddenly retracted his arm and avoided her movement.

"Be careful, there are thorns on it." Bryce lowered his head and gently pulled out the thorns on the rhizome before handing it over.

Afro looked at the seemingly inviolable but actually gentle Eryngium, who looked very much like the boy in front of her.

Blaise looked at the girl's happy expression and couldn't help but want to tell her that he was just like Eryngium.

Waiting and watching quietly.

Waiting for the girl's favor.

Waiting for the girl's response.

"Aphrodite..."

Blaise suddenly called out her name.

Afro subconsciously looked up at him. She had a feeling that if she didn't leave, what happened next might be beyond her control.

"Brace, we're going to the station."

She turned around and tried to leave, but a slightly cold hand wrapped around her wrist.

"Eryngium is also called love fruit, which represents hidden love—"

"Brace!" Afro shook off his hand and looked at him seriously, "I already have a boyfriend, and...more than one..."

Blaise looked at his hand that had been thrown away and smiled bitterly.

He had been trapped in it for a long time, since the Charms class, since she first looked at him...

As long as I can be with Aphrodite, it doesn't matter if I join them.

“I was there that day.”

An irrelevant sentence was suddenly inserted into the confession, and Afro was confused.

"What's present?"

"The night they made the decision, in Austria."