People in Hogwarts, holding scripts and systems

Clang!

There was knocking on the window glass, and the figure outside the window could not be seen clearly in the darkness.

Harry carefully pulled out the wand from under his pillow and slowly walked to the window. He pressed himself against the wall, his breathing becoming more and more rapid, his throat moving up and down unconsciously.

There was no sound outside the window except for one knock. About a minute later, there were voices and the sound of prying the window open.

"Why is there no one?"

"We're not going the wrong way, are we?"

"It's all your fault that we came out late!"

"You're still talking about me. Your driving skills are terrible!"

"Stop arguing, I'll pry the window open first!"

Harry couldn't hear clearly from this window, but he felt that the voices were very familiar, and he slowly raised his wand towards the window.

click!

The window was opened, the wind blew up the blue striped curtains, and a graceful figure was imprinted on the wall.

Harry's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, beating as fast and fast as a drum. The figure merged with the figure in his mind.

A pair of slender fingers lifted a corner of the curtain, and the face he had been thinking about day and night suddenly appeared before his eyes.

"Harry! Happy Birthday!"

Before Afro could jump off the windowsill, a pair of strong arms wrapped around her waist and carried her down.

Afro's little face was pressed against the hot chest without any protection.

Her face, which had been a little chilly from the night wind along the way, was actually a little hot due to the warmth in Harry's arms.

The scent of elegant tea and soft wood fragrance was embraced, just like this hug was warm and fresh. Afro seemed to see a boy wearing a white shirt in the sun, fresh and pure.

Harry felt the softness in his arms, and he hugged her tighter and tighter, as if he wanted to melt all the longing for her after not seeing him for so many days into his arms.

The scent of Harry was in her breath, and the oxygen in her chest was getting less and less. Afro's breathing became gradually rapid. She felt that she might be the first wizard to suffocate to death in his arms!

"Harry! Let Avro go!" Fred stared at the back of Harry's head through the car window. His eyes darkened like thick clouds, and he shouted at the people in the room with gritted teeth.

"Harry, are you trying to strangle Aphrodite?"

George was not afraid to add fuel to the fire with his words, but his eyes were cold and his jaw was clenched tightly, like a lion ready to pounce, as if he would rush over and hit Harry if he didn't let go.

Harry also heard Afro's rapid breathing in his arms. He suddenly let go of his arms and twisted the corners of his clothes with his hands helplessly, "Sorry, sorry..."

Afro took two deep breaths and then teased him, "It's okay! You're the birthday boy! Be happy!"

She put her hand on the corner of Harry's mouth and pulled it upward in an arc, and a strange smile appeared on Harry's face.

"I'm the first person to say happy birthday to you!"

Only then did Harry realize that the time had passed midnight.

Ron, who was sleeping in the back seat, was awakened by their voices. He leaned against the car window with sleepy eyes and shouted to his good friend, "Happy birthday, Harry!"

Ron's voice was so loud that it woke up the Dursleys who were sleeping downstairs.

"what sound?"

"Hurry! Someone's coming!"

Harry and Aphrodite hurriedly stuffed their things into the large suitcase while Hedwig fluttered her wings in the cage.

"It seems to be coming from upstairs!"

"Harry, that brat! Look at how I deal with him!"

The cursing voices were getting closer and closer along the stairs. Harry naturally pinched Aphrodite's waist and lifted her into the car. Then he climbed up to the window, took Ron's outstretched arm, and climbed into the car.

At the same time, Vernon opened the bedroom door and saw a messy bedroom, the windows wide open, and a flying car hovering outside the window!

"Harry!"

Amid Vernon's anger, Fred drove away and Vernon took a big breath of car exhaust!

Aphrodite took out a magic wand and waved it at Vernon, whose hair was blown up with rage. The fair little fat boy suddenly turned into a black "big rat"!

"Aphrodite, underage wizards can't..." Harry frowned in disapproval when he saw Aphrodite's actions. She would be expelled!

Aphrodite smiled at him soothingly and waved the hand holding the wand playfully in front of his eyes. "This is the auxiliary wand I used when I was a child. It is used to practice simple spells. The Ministry of Magic cannot detect it."

She blinked one eye, looking playful and cute. Harry laughed uncontrollably and nodded at her cheek helplessly.

Suddenly, the car turned sharply. The three people in the back seat were squeezed together, and Ron, who was at the bottom, was pressed against the window, his mouth turned into a duck's mouth.

"Fred! Your driving skills suck!"

"Sorry! Miss Afro! George will teach him a lesson for you right now!"

George raised his arm and struck Fred hard on the hand that was holding the steering wheel.

The steering wheel turned another circle, and the three people in the back row played Jenga again. This time, the person at the bottom was Aphrodite.

"Hiss! George, are you crazy?" Afro's waist just hit the door handle, and she thought there must be bruises there.

A large dry hand groped and touched Afro's waist, just touching her wound. Afro gasped in pain.

"hiss!"

In the state of stacking, I don't know the owner of that hand. It was applied to Afro's waist and gently rubbed a few times. It stayed there to protect her on the road. The remaining collisions were blocked by that hand.

Fred quietly parked the car in front of the door of the Burrow, and the five of them tiptoed open the door and planned to sneak back to the bedroom.

"You still remember to come back!"

"There's no note! And the car isn't there!"

Molly stood at the stairs with her hands on her waist, pointing at her three sons and yelling angrily.

Then, just like the Sichuan Opera face-changing, he greeted Afro and Harry with a smile.

"This is Aunt Molly, Ron's mother." Afro introduced Harry in a low voice.

Harry smiled shyly, feeling embarrassed to disturb others in the middle of the night.

"Mom, today is Harry's birthday!" Ron explained why they ran out in the middle of the night, it was to give his little friend a surprise.

"Oh! Happy birthday, Harry!"

"Thank you."

"Harry is locked in his room by his Muggle uncle!"

In order to avoid his mother's punishment, Ron kept exaggerating how miserable Harry's life was at the Dursleys', as if he had seen it all.

It’s a pity that Ron, with his eloquence, doesn’t go into storytelling!

"Ron, what happened to your hand?"

While Molly was still sighing about Harry's miserable life, she noticed that the back of Ron's hands were covered with bruises, which looked very serious.

Ron glanced at Afro, shook his hands, and said nonchalantly that it was okay.

Afro also saw the scarred back of his hand and lowered his eyelids to hide the emotions in his eyes.

It turned out that hand was his.

(Harry's scent is based on men's perfume - Darjeeling Tea)