People in Hogwarts, holding scripts and systems

In the end, Avro didn't get the colorful black cauldron she had always dreamed of, because Hogwarts required white wax.

With a lost look on her face, she returned to the manor with the Campbells, holding the wax cauldron.

On September 1st, the Campbells drove Afro to King's Cross Station.

The Campbells did not like the feeling of Floo powder, so they hid several Muggle cars in the manor.

Perhaps because they did not work at the Ministry of Magic, no one criticized their family for driving.

"Dad, which college will I go to?"

Mr. Campbell glanced through the rearview mirror at Afro, who was sitting in the back seat.

"Baby, each of the four colleges has its own advantages and disadvantages."

The light turned green and Mr. Campbell started the car.

"What if I go to Slytherin?"

Afro didn't know much about the setting of Hogwarts, but she remembered that her classmates didn't like Slytherin. They said that it was full of villains.

"Even Slytherin has had great wizards, darling," Mrs. Campbell said to her tenderly, turning back to her.

Afro looked at the pedestrians walking and stopping outside the car window, and silently set a goal in her heart that she must go to Hufflepuff, because that college is closest to the kitchen!

At King's Cross Station, Fred and George leaned on the handles of the luggage trolley and stood aside to watch their mother talking to a little boy.

"Ah, which house will he go to?" Fred saw that the little boy was wearing ill-fitting clothes and guessed that he would go to Hufflepuff.

"I found a cuter elf." George's eyes passed over the little boy and fell into the distance.

Fred followed the direction George pointed and saw a blonde girl wearing a dress with a small brown cape not far away.

"I guess she's a freshman at Hogwarts." George raised an eyebrow at his dear brother with a playful smile on his face.

His brother Fred looked at the little girl with interest in his eyes, the squishy little girl was no more fun than their stinky little brother!

"Fred! Follow me!" After Mrs. Weasley told the little boy how to get to the platform, she called on the two people who were planning how to get to know the little girl to follow Percy through the wall.

"Mom, he's Fred!"

"I'm sorry, George," Mrs. Weasley amended guiltily.

"You must be kidding. I am the one." Fred, who was identified as "George", pushed the cart into the wall with a smirk on his face.

Not long after the Weasleys passed through, Avro and her parents also passed through the wall and arrived at the hidden Platform Nine and Three Quarters.

She saw a bright red steam train parked on the platform.

A sign in the middle of the front of the train clearly reads "Hogwarts Express, departing at 11 o'clock sharp."

The minute hand pointed to eleven o'clock and the train whistle sounded throughout the platform.

In the station, there were students walking hurriedly with suitcases, and freshmen holding cats and holding their parents' hands.

"Baby, remember, no matter which college you go to, you will be the best little wizard." Mrs. Campbell hugged Aphrodite and stroked her hair reluctantly.

Mr. Campbell held his two most precious treasures in his arms.

"Xiao Afu, take good care of yourself and write home often!"

Dad, you may have forgotten that your daughter is afraid of owls!

Mr. Campbell gave Afro a gentle kiss on the forehead and touched her still chubby face reluctantly.

Mrs. Campbell turned slightly, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and when she turned again, there was still a gentle smile on her face.

Afro, who left home for the first time in this world, tried hard to suppress the emotions in her heart and the sourness in her nose, leaned out of the car window, and waved goodbye to her parents.

The steam train blew out white smoke with a humming sound. Afro dragged the heavy suitcase with great effort and struggled to find an empty carriage on the crowded train.

"2333, help me see which seat is available!" Afro sat on the oversized suitcase, breathing heavily.

"Host, 2333 does not have this function." 23 no longer objected to Afulo's name for it and accepted the new name frankly.

……

"Then what else can you do?" Afro fanned her burning cheek with one hand, but the slight coolness could not relieve her heat at all.

23 took the system manual and read it for a while, and found a function that might be helpful to Afulo.

Afro was staring at the people coming and going out of boredom when he suddenly discovered that there was a small frame floating above everyone's head.

"What is this?" Afro saw another student with a frame on his head walking past her.

"Hey! This beautiful lady——"

"Looks like he needs help—"

A pair of boys who looked exactly the same appeared out of nowhere, jumped to her side, and one of them grabbed her arm and lifted her up from the suitcase.

"Sorry, do I know you?" Afro widened her eyes and struggled to free herself from their hands on her arms, her calves pressed tightly against the suitcase.

Looks like a little rabbit that has been frightened by its predator.

"My name is Fred Weasley!"

"George Weasley!"

As they spoke, the boxes floating above their heads displayed their names, but in the exact opposite of what they said.

"Are you sure you got the right name?"

Fred and George looked at each other and winked mischievously.

"Of course!"

Fred pulled Avro over, and George picked up her suitcase from behind.

With the help of the two boys, Afro quickly found the new carriage and they put the suitcase on the luggage rack.

"Thank you, Fred, George!"

Afro looked at the two people standing at the door of her carriage with no intention of leaving. One of them leaned against the door frame and looked at her with the same playful smile.

"We helped Miss Beauty—"

"But there is no reward—"