People in Hogwarts, holding scripts and systems

Harry woke up Afro, who was lying on the sofa to catch up on her sleep, and told her his guess.

The more he talked, the more he felt that this was the case!

Afro's eyes didn't fully open until Harry finished speaking.

Young man, how did you manage to write the numbers wrong but get the calculation right in the end!

"Even if it's true, you have no evidence!" Afro yawned and fell headfirst into the soft sofa again.

She hasn't had a good night's sleep since she met Harry!

Harry saw that she had fallen asleep again, so he took up his cloak and covered her with it, while he paced back and forth in front of the fireplace, unable to stop.

Afro was right, they had to find evidence! Harry clenched his fists, his young face full of determination.

Two weeks before the final exams, Afro celebrated her twelfth birthday.

She originally wanted to invite her friends to gather in the Hogwarts kitchen in the evening, but then she changed her mind and thought that they were in the center of the storm and it would not be appropriate to be too presumptuous.

So, the birthday party was scheduled for the afternoon of June 1st. As for the location?

Afro chose to have a picnic by the Black Lake!

“Some people come here diligently!”

Draco was holding a carefully wrapped gift box in his hand. His platinum hair was meticulously styled, and every strand of hair revealed exquisiteness.

As soon as he reached the edge of the Black Lake, he saw a boy who was ahead of him and was setting up the venue.

Harry continued to lay the tablecloth, ignoring Draco's provocation.

Draco sneered when he saw Harry wearing tattered clothes.

"Do you think Afro will be attracted to you?"

Harry clenched the floral tablecloth in his hand, his eyes darkened, as if he was trying hard to endure something.

"You should say this to yourself!"

Brace was wearing a black and red suit, with two buttons left unbuttoned on the collar, perhaps on purpose. A silver chain fell on his collarbone and extended downward.

In his hand he waved a paper fan which did not match his attire.

"Zabini, you'd better keep your rumored girlfriend in check!"

"I don't have any rumored girlfriend. How about we talk about Miss Parkinson?"

A smile slowly formed at the corner of Harry's mouth. He looked at the two little snakes dressed as peacocks, and his smile couldn't help but widen.

"It looks like you two are about to get married! Congratulations!"

"you!"

Draco was so angry that he jumped up and down. He stared at Harry and Blaise viciously, as if he wanted to drown them in the Black Lake!

Blaise's expression didn't change much, and his deep peach eyes glanced up and down at Harry.

The most competitive person here has to be Draco.

He was too disdainful to argue with Harry and just found a place to wait for the host of the party to arrive.

"You'd better keep your little thoughts to yourself!"

"Malfoy, do you have the final say?"

“Ask yourself this question!”

The two tried their best to make fun of each other, from clothes to hairstyles, from accents to surnames, but neither of them got the upper hand.

Several waves were rising on the surface of the Black Lake, and the tentacles of the giant squid could be seen between the ripples. They were like badgers in a melon field, jumping up and down on the lakebed.

When Cedric came over, this was the scene he saw: the black-haired boy and the blond boy were arguing with each other, and there was a butterfly sitting next to them, fanning herself.

"Harry, Avro is coming." Cedric came behind Harry, held his shoulders and took him to another place.

Harry's eyes were still wide open with rage. If Cedric hadn't held him back, he would have beaten Draco so hard that even his own mother wouldn't have recognized him!

"You don't want to embarrass her, right?" Cedric looked up at the two boys sitting not far away, his eyes dark and unclear, "They are all her friends, aren't they?"

I don't know if Harry listened to Cedric's words, but the Black Lake once again returned to its former tranquility.

Several people sat together, each with their own ulterior motives, and no one spoke.

A silver bell-like laughter came from the lawn in the distance, and the people sitting there were startled.

Some of them fixed their hair, while others posed in what they thought was the most charming pose.

The laughter was getting closer and closer, and Afro, wearing a French puff-sleeved dress, came over with a large bouquet of pink lychee roses in her arms.

The wind gently lifted the hem of her skirt, and the dried roses on it seemed to come alive.

"You came quite early!" Afulo noticed that four people had been waiting here long ago.

Harry walked forward and took the things from Avro's hand, while the twins and Theodore placed the food brought from the hall on the tablecloth.

"Aphrodite, I don't remember planting roses in school." Cedric stood there, unspeakably gentle, with clear eyes and a smile on his lips.

Afro heard Cedric's voice and smiled as she raised the rose in her hand, "You mean this? This is from Theodore! Isn't it beautiful?"

Cedric's eyes were like a lake, full of tenderness as he looked at Aphrodite.

"Indeed, it's very beautiful!" When saying this, Cedric did not focus his eyes on the rose, but looked at Afro's face tenderly.

Fred and George held Afro on both sides and forced her to sit on a cushion.

"Stop talking about flowers. Aren't you hungry?" Fred picked up a piece of cherry tomato with a fork and handed it to her lips.

A bony hand reached between the two of them and snatched the fork from Fred's hand.

"I'm late, sorry!" Wood was still wearing his Quidditch training clothes. He hadn't had time to wipe the sweat off his face and his hair was wet.

Afro shook her head and said it was okay. She didn't expect so many people to come to her birthday party.

In addition to those who I have a good relationship with and can talk to, there are also some classmates who are relatively unfamiliar to me in the college.

The only weird thing was the whole atmosphere of the dinner was weird.

Especially when Draco and Harry would fight over something they didn't agree on!

Aphrodite and Hermione had to place Harry between the two of them and keep an eye on him.

Even so, Draco was still very unhappy and had a sour face all night, as if Avro had robbed him of his money!

"It can't be because I stole his wife!" Afro glanced at the sulking Draco with her little eyes, then glanced at the well-behaved and cute Harry sitting next to her, with a strange smile on her face.

23: Qiuqiu, please be normal! She is obviously jealous!

When Draco saw Aphrodite's smile, he didn't feel moved but got goose bumps all over his arms.

Seeing how protective she was of Harry, he was so angry that he couldn't help but burst out!

Does she have him in her heart? Or does she only like the savior?

When Draco thought about this, he felt more and more aggrieved, and the food in his mouth became difficult to swallow.

The wind by the lake seemed to blow into his heart and eyes.

Otherwise, why do my eyes and heart feel cold?