People in Hogwarts, holding scripts and systems

After being away from home for a week, Afro finally returned to Campbell Manor with his spoils.

"Humph! You still remember to come back! Have you forgotten your poor old father?"

Mr. Campbell looked at Afro who suddenly appeared in the fireplace, threw the newspaper in his hand unhappily, and didn't even look at her.

"Who said that! I love my dad the most!" Afro came up to Mr. Campbell in a flattering manner, rubbing his shoulders and legs.

"Besides, I'm doing this to create a world for you and my mother!" Afro hugged her old father's arm, shook it coquettishly, and pouted in the direction of Mrs. Campbell.

"You! You are so smooth-talking!" Mr. Campbell put down the newspaper, tapped her little nose with his index finger, and patted her head lovingly.

Avro gave all the things he had looted from Malfoy Manor to the Campbells as if they were presenting treasures.

"Afro, your uncle will be here in two days."

During dinner, Mrs. Campbell dropped a bomb, leaving Avro and Mr. Campbell bewildered.

"Isa, why haven't I heard you say that before?"

Mrs. Campbell took a sip of water and spoke with a worried look on her face.

"Noah's magic power went out of control last Christmas. You know Devinshi has no time to take care of this right now."

Mrs. Campbell's eyes fell on the roses in the vase that were dripping with desire. She sighed and continued, "Aunt Anne entrusted him to us in the hope that he could get guidance from a wizard. Although he is much older than me, he can still be considered my brother."

Afro's uncle Noah Devins is the youngest brother of her mother Isabel, Mrs. Campbell.

Mrs. Campbell's aunt Anne had a son in her old age. This little uncle was one year younger than Afro.

"But France also has magic schools... and it's not the first time a wizard has appeared in the Devinch family."

Mrs. Campbell shook her head. This was much more complicated than that.

Both the Campbell and Devins families had produced many wizards, otherwise they would not have been able to escape unscathed from the battles that swept across Europe.

But they have always adhered to the principle that ordinary family members cannot abuse wizarding resources at will by relying on blood ties.

And they have always focused their development on ordinary people.

Afro agreed with the approach of her two ancestors. No matter how powerful wizards were, they were still a minority. Future development still depended on the majority of ordinary people.

But even in a united big family there are always a few bad apples!

Some people were jealous of Noah's wizard talent and tried to harm him several times.

The last time he lost control was because someone poisoned his food.

Aunt Anne had no choice but to resort to this desperate measure. Even the Ministry of Magic in London intervened and Noah was allowed to attend Hogwarts School in September this year.

Not long after discussing this matter, Uncle Noah arrived at Campbell Manor with a lot of bags.

"Little Afu, call me uncle!" An 11-year-old boy dressed in hip-hop style opened his arms and wanted to hug Afulo. He wore a pair of large black sunglasses that covered most of his face, and he was wearing countless chains on his body.

"Noah!" Afro dodged his hug, stood aside, pinched her waist, raised her little face, and smiled at him with evil humor, "Call me sister and let me hear it!"

"Little Afu, I'm your uncle! My dear uncle!" Noah pinched Afu's face and pulled it away, gritting his teeth to emphasize his seniority.

"It's not a kiss!"

Afro saw Noah's face getting darker and darker. She ran out while shouting loudly, "It's the watch!"

Afulo and her uncle can be said to be enemies, probably because they are of similar age but different generations, which leads to them quarreling as soon as they meet.

Mostly it’s because of the problem of name.

While having dinner in the evening, the two of them were kicking each other under the table, and the plates on the table were clinking because of their movements.

"Hey! What's going on with you two?"

Both of them looked obedient: "It's okay!"

After dinner, Noah stayed in Aphrodite's room again, touching and looking around, and talking too much.

"Tsk, this doesn't look good!"

"Which little boy gave you this?"

"Tell me about Hogwarts."

Afro was studying the diary and was feeling upset when Noah buzzed around her ear like a fly. She clenched the parchment in her hand, the veins on her forehead throbbing with her breathing, and her lips were tightly drawn.

boom!

Afro's bedroom door was suddenly closed, and soon screams were heard from inside the bedroom!

The next day, Noah sat at the dining table eating breakfast in silence with a pair of purple eyes. Afro walked down the stairs refreshed and smiling sweetly.

"Uncle, I will tell you about life at Hogwarts later."

Noah saw Afro sitting opposite him. He stuffed the food on the plate into his mouth in two or three bites and swallowed it without chewing it. He ignored the choking throat and said in a hoarse voice: "I suddenly remembered that I still have homework to do!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the person disappeared.

At the shocked expressions of the Campbells, Afro shrugged his shoulders, picked up the fork calmly and started eating.

Since the holidays, Afro has been writing letters to Harry, but none of them have been replied to. I don't know if Dobby intercepted them.

As Harry's birthday was coming up, she planned to give him a surprise, but she might not be able to do it by herself, and needed some help.

Avro told her idea to Hermione and Ron respectively. They both agreed with Avro's plan and agreed to meet at the Burrow.

"Little Afu, I really can't eat anymore!" Noah covered his mouth with both hands, frowned, and dodged the plate handed over by Afu. He looked like he was tricked by an old witch and drank an unknown potion with green smoke.

However, Noah felt that it was an insult to describe what Aphrodite made as an old witch's potion!

Who uses salt instead of sugar when making cakes? The guy just now almost choked. He went straight to see God.

He didn't dare to try the black cylindrical thing that smelled strange. If he took a bite, he would have to meet Satan!

"Well, it seems that I really don't have any talent for cooking." Afro's eyes became dim, the corners of his mouth drooped slightly, his shoulders slumped, and he put down the plate in his hand.

Noah, who had eaten a lot of failed products, breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing Afro, whose face was still covered with flour, cleaning the kitchen with a lonely look on her face, he sighed in his heart, walked over and held her wrist, "I'll help you."

"Really?"