People in Hogwarts, holding scripts and systems

Noah took the whisk from her hand and started busying himself in the kitchen familiarly. The sweet smell of cake wafted from the oven.

Afro looked at the delicate and delicious little cake in front of him, scooped a piece with a fork and put it in his mouth to taste it, "Not bad!"

In the end, the small cake was shared by the two of them.

After filling her stomach, Afro returned to her bedroom and drew a big cross on the item "homemade cake" on the gift list.

The Burrow is the Weasley home and also brings the warmth of home to Harry.

The Weasleys and Campbells were not connected to the Floo network, so Afro had to beg Mr. Campbell to drive her there.

When Arthur Weasley saw Campbell's car, his eyes became bright and he couldn't take his eyes off the car with smooth lines and a strong mechanical feel.

"Merlin's stinky leather shoes! They are so beautiful!" With Mr. Campbell's consent, Arthur touched the car lovingly, as if he wanted to hug the car when he went to sleep at night.

Fred and George saw through the window that the little girl they had been thinking about suddenly appeared in their garden and ran over excitedly.

The two men stood on Afro's left and right, and took advantage of the cover of their bodies to quietly hook her little hands.

"Dad has one too!"

“It’s blue!”

"You can also become invisible!"

Fred and George each gave a sentence describing Arthur's car.

This little car has a lot to offer Harry!

George lowered his head and gently placed his lips against Afro's ear, his lips brushing across her earlobe as he spoke, like a light kiss.

"Why didn't Miss Rabbit write to us?"

The warm breath and deep voice made Afro move her ears unconsciously, and she couldn't help but shrink her head.

"I wrote it." Afro reached out and pushed his chest, trying to get him to stand up a little.

George stood up obediently according to her strength and took two steps back, but his arm was still on her neck.

"But we didn't receive it." Fred tilted his head, held her in his arms with one hand, raised his hand to stroke her hair, and inserted his fingers into her hair.

The clean smell of soap mixed with the scent of irises hits you in the face, like freshly washed clothes in the sun, or like the scent of a lazy weekend morning.

Afro was brought into Fred's arms by his actions, her back pressed tightly against his thick and elastic chest.

You can feel the muscles rising and falling as you breathe.

Afro, who was surrounded by the masculine scent, struggled a few times, but was easily suppressed by Fred.

Shyness spread from the soles of my feet to the top of my head. My toes hidden in my leather shoes couldn't help but curl up, and the sound of my violent heartbeat was in my ears.

"I told Ron, didn't he say anything?" Afro, who had nowhere to escape, spoke in a muffled voice.

Afro remembered that she had never written to Fred and George individually. They all lived with Ron, and Afro would sometimes mention them in her letters to Ron.

She had thought Ron would tell them.

"So in Miss Rabbit's heart, we can't each have a separate letter?"

George's eyes turned red, as if he would cry in the next second. The familiar voice was full of grievance.

Afro looked at George, whose eyes were filled with tears, and a smile appeared on his face, as he looked like a little puppy begging for comfort from his owner.

"Then I'll write to you individually next time." The fair hands gently rubbed the heads of the two red lions, instantly soothing them.

Mr. Campbell's eye twitched. He thought that the boy named Harry had ulterior motives!

I didn't expect that it could be like the gourds growing on the vine, one after another!

Mr. Campbell's alarm system was beeping. His daughter was naturally the best, but that was no reason to let these boys mess around!

Please! Afro is only twelve years old! In Mr. Campbell's mind, even if his daughter wants to find a boyfriend in the future, she should start thinking about it when she is sixty years old!

What's wrong with these guys! They look like peacocks courting a mate!

You're still pretending to be pitiful! Put your hand down!

Arthur, who was still talking about the car, noticed something strange about Mr. Campbell. He followed his gaze and saw his two sons holding the other man's daughter in their arms. He suddenly felt dizzy.

"Otet, are you... okay?"

Mr. Campbell said through gritted teeth with a fake smile, "Of course!"

I wish I could throw your two sons back to Merlin to be reborn!

"Fred! George!"

Just as Arthur was about to pull Mr. Campbell away, a roar came from the window of Percy's room.

Fred and George immediately let go of Afro, smiled at her soothingly, and then ran away!

A lady with red curly hair wearing an apron and holding a feather duster in her hand ran down.

"I've told you so many times! Don't do experiments at home!"

"Change Percy's books back!"

"And you are not allowed to enter the kitchen at home from now on!"

Mrs. Weasley chased her two troublesome sons around the Burrow.

"Molly, there are guests." When Molly passed by Arthur again, he hugged her with both hands. While comforting his wife, he winked at his two sons.

"Sorry." Molly smiled apologetically at Mr. Campbell and Afro, "Come in!"

She pushed open the small wooden door of the shabby house and invited the father and daughter in.

Mr. Campbell kindly declined, "Afro, come and see Ron, I have something else to do."

The layout of the humble dwelling is very compact, and it is cluttered yet full of homely warmth.

As soon as Afro entered the room, his attention was attracted by a special clock.

It was not a clock with real time, but a clock with addresses written on it, such as: Home, Ministry of Magic, Hogwarts, etc.

There are not only two hour hands, but also portraits of family members drawn on them. Wherever the hands point to, it represents where that person is.

Now there are six heads all pointing home.

"Isn't it amazing?" Fred and George saw Afro standing motionless under the clock in their house, and came over to introduce her to the people in her family.

"That's Charlie, he's in Romania."

"That's Bill next to me."

A little red-haired girl with freckles on her face came out from the stairs yawning.

"Mom, did you see the skirt?"

"Oh, Ginny, I put it on the sofa."

Ginny rubbed her eyes and walked into the living room to see her twin brother huddled next to a pretty little sister.

She opened her mouth in surprise, closed her eyes in disbelief, and then opened them again.

"Hi!"

Afro, who was discussing with the twins how to give Harry a birthday surprise, looked up and met Ginny's eyes who was standing at the door.

Afro grinned at Ginny, the sunlight shining on her fair skin, the teardrop mole under her eyes was faintly visible, like a blooming rose.

Ginny was so distracted by her smile that she felt her face getting hot and turned and ran away.

(The scent of Fred and George is a reference to the men's fragrance - Lazy Weekend)