People in Hogwarts, holding scripts and systems

(Written at the beginning: The secondary CP of Noah and Ginny has been changed, and the subsequent articles are being slightly modified. If any of your comments are missing, I apologize to you here and hope you will forgive me.)

When Harry, with a dirty face, rushed to the bookstore, he saw the usually friendly Uncle Weasley fighting with a man with long blond hair.

As his fist swung, a brown-red book was thrown at Afro who was watching the fun.

"Harry?" Afro staggered due to the sudden pull. After she stood up by holding the arm that was pulling her wrist, she saw a little cat.

"Afro, you weren't hit, were you?" Harry reached out and pushed aside the hair on Afro's forehead. He felt relieved when he saw the smooth and delicate skin underneath.

"I'm fine, but you are. You're like a little flower cat." Afro took out the handkerchief she carried with her and gently wiped the dust off Harry's face.

Harry raised his face slightly as Avro wiped him, but he was secretly glad in his heart that it was a good thing that he went to Knockturn Alley and got himself dirty.

"Hehe!" Mr. Campbell, who was still watching the fun, didn't notice that his daughter was kidnapped by the bad boy!

Mr. Campbell snatched the handkerchief from Avro's hand and rubbed it hard on Harry's face. The gray mark was gone, but Harry's face looked like it had been pinched.

Afro poked a little head out from behind Mr. Campbell and smiled apologetically at Harry.

She could understand her father's mentality, but come on, she was only a teenager! She and these boys were just friends!

Oh, Harry is different!

Harry is her own pet!

Harry saw that Afro's father was there, and he began to regret his recklessness, soiling his clothes and exposing his most embarrassing appearance to her father. He was already unpopular, and now he was afraid that his reputation would be reduced even more.

A family ethics drama is being played out on Harry's side, while the "gangster power grab" drama next to the bookshelf is coming to an end.

Molly, who was looking for Harry, and Hagrid, who found Harry, pulled the two older children who were fighting each other apart.

Lucius' expensive woolen coat was covered with footprints of all sizes, and his meticulously long hair looked like it had been touched by static electricity, making his hairstyle look just like the one done by Tony, the teacher of The Lion King.

Not to mention his face, which was covered with bruises just like Arthur's, and he didn't look like the great Malfoy at all.

Lucius smoothed out the wrinkles on his clothes, snorted coldly, and left with Draco.

Molly twisted Arthur's ear and scolded him for hitting others in front of the children, saying that he was not setting a good example for them!

The excitement was over, and the onlookers lined up in the bookstore with their books in hand, waiting for Lockhart's book signing event.

Suddenly, the bookstore erupted in deafening screams and cheers. Lockhart, in his blue robe, winked at everyone, his white teeth gleaming in the candlelight, causing Afro to close her eyes.

He sat behind a table piled with hardcover books, smiling and waving at everyone. Lockhart glanced at the fans in the audience, his eyes fixed on a boy with a few wisps of hair sticking up and dirty clothes.

If he could take a photo with the Savior, the Daily Prophet would definitely give him the largest page, and his royalties would also increase.

Lockhart's smile deepened as he looked at Harry in the audience. He waved at the short man holding the camera, a strange light flashing in his eyes.

"Harry Potter?"

The photographer who received Lockhart's message immediately turned the camera to take a picture of Harry. After the dazzling flash, a puff of purple smoke came out from behind the camera.

Harry raised his hands to cover his eyes and eyebrows, then slightly turned sideways to block Aphrodite.

The photographer saw Harry trying to avoid the camera, so he grabbed his sleeve and pushed him next to Lockhart.

The disheveled Harry awkwardly straightened his clothes. Compared with Lockhart's exquisite robes, he looked like a tramp!

Not only would he have to expose his embarrassment in public, but it would also be published in the newspapers for all wizards to see.

"Smile brightly, maybe you'll make the front page!" Lockhart grabbed Harry's shoulders tightly, pressed him against his side, and whispered to him with a smile.

The tips of Harry's ears hidden under his black hair turned red instantly, and his smile was stiffly imprinted in the camera.

"What an exciting moment! Our little Harry is here to buy my autobiography!"

Lockhart used a tone that was very familiar to Harry, boasting that Harry was his fan. He held down the slightly struggling Harry and squeezed his shoulder with a smile.

Molly and Hermione in the audience smiled with fascination and sincerely applauded Harry, who was also a fan.

Standing in the crowd, Afro curled his lips with disdain at Lockhart who was speaking so arrogantly. He had never seen anyone with such a shameless face!

Why doesn’t the Ministry of Magic use your face to research bulletproof vests!

Fred saw Afro's little expression and rubbed her head lovingly.

"What Harry doesn't know is that I'm giving him a complete set of my writings for free!"

Lockhart took the stack of books that his assistant brought out amid deafening applause from the audience.

“I will also write my autograph on every book!”

Lockhart gave the female fans a pretentious wink, sat down in a chair and began signing autographs.

There was another round of gasps and cheers from the audience.

Harry stretched out his arms as if he was holding a bomb in his arms and returned to the crowd.

"Aunt Molly, these are for you. I'm sorry to bother you these days."

Harry walked down the stage and gave the books to Molly, who liked Lockhart. Molly was so happy that she hugged Harry and kissed him several times. Then she cherished the books signed by her idol and walked out of the crowded line.

"careful!"

Flourish and Blotts became more crowded with Lockhart's arrival, and the petite Ginny was pushed to the side of the bookshelf by the adult wizards.

A hand was vaguely placed between Ginny and the bookshelf.

The scent of citrus drifted to her nose as he moved, his broad chest just millimeters away from her face.

Ginny blushed and said gratefully, "Thank you."

The other party didn't say anything. Ginny raised her head and glanced at him secretly.

He wore a baggy black shirt tucked into his pants, which made him look tall and straight. His misty blue hair and blue eyes complemented each other, and the sparkling earrings made him look bold.

"Ginny?" Afro came to Ginny and followed her gaze to see her bohemian little uncle.

"Noah!"

Afro beckoned Noah to come over and meet Ginny, her hand draped over Ginny's arm.

"This is Ginny, my good friend. And this is Noah, my brother!"

Noah raised his index finger and flicked it on Afro's forehead, smiling casually: "It's my uncle."

Noah tilted his head slightly, his blue eyes radiating light like gemstones, his voice was seductive, and he had a hidden smile.

"Hello, Ginny." Noah stretched out his hand and continued, "I am Afro's uncle, Noah Devinshi."