People in Hogwarts, holding scripts and systems

Although Draco was hit on the back of his hand, he was not angry. On the contrary, his heart was already blossoming with joy, and his brows could not hide his happiness.

He stared deeply at Aphrodite as she bent down to change the pot for the mandrake. Her profile was reflected in the light, with clear and tight features. Her eyelids were drawn down, covering her gem-like eyes.

Draco raised his hand, and the sunlight shone through the glass skylight of the greenhouse onto Avro. The shadow on the distant wall looked like Avro leaning on Draco's arms.

A dazzling smile played across Draco's lips and he raised an eyebrow at Harry provocatively.

Harry glanced over, a trace of contempt flashed across his blue-green eyes, his face full of disdain. He smiled slightly, and under Draco's gaze, he gently placed his hand on the back of Avro's hand.

"What's wrong, Harry?" Aphrodite finally put the noisy mandrake into the flowerpot. Feeling the touch from Harry's side, she turned her head to look at Harry with wet eyes.

"Aphrodite, I can't do it alone, can you help me?"

Harry spoke very slowly, as if he was afraid she would refuse. He lowered his head and plucked the leaves of the mandrake, looking very pitiful.

"If it's inconvenient, I can..."

“Convenient and convenient!”

Facing the pitiful savior, Afro always has endless patience and tolerance.

Afro and Harry switched positions. She lowered her head to fiddle with her tools and didn't see the eye contact between Harry and Draco.

If looks could kill, I'm afraid nothing would be left of the two of them!

During the lunch break, Ron found a roll of tape from somewhere and tried to save his damaged wand.

Hermione was holding a huge copy of "Walking with Vampires" and, with her face turned sideways, she kept telling Aphrodite how well the book was written and how handsome Lockhart was!

Afro kept saying "um" and "ah" to deal with Hermione's crazy recommendation behavior.

"Is little Afro bored?" Fred saw Afro's bored look and handed her a plate of caramel pudding.

The golden sunlight from the enchanted ceiling of the auditorium shone on the printed porcelain plates, making their caramel coating shine.

George scooped a small piece of pudding with a small silver spoon and put it to Afro's mouth. Afro opened her mouth slightly and held the spoon and pudding in her mouth.

The soft and glutinous pudding melts in your mouth, and the elegant aroma of milk accompanied by the bittersweetness of caramel permeates your mouth.

Afro narrowed her eyes happily, Fred and George's eyes were filled with dark colors, and the red corners of their eyes revealed terrible desire.

George dug into another piece of pudding, and Afro subconsciously opened her mouth, waiting for him to put the spoon into her mouth.

George chuckled softly, and before the spoon that he handed to Afro's mouth, which was looking expectant, could even touch her lips, he suddenly turned his wrist and put it into his own mouth.

He raised an eyebrow and looked at Afro, who first widened his eyes in disbelief, then flashed a trace of disappointment, and then looked at him with his eyes wide open and his hands on his waist.

It seemed as if he had done something heinous.

After witnessing the large rabbit teasing scene, Fred clenched his right fist and put it to his mouth, coughed lightly, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, little Afu, I will help you teach him a lesson!"

After saying that, Fred stretched out his arms and pushed George's back hard through Avro's body. George, who was suddenly pushed down, almost smashed his face into the green grape cake.

The two brothers started to push and slap each other through Afro. Afro, who was hit, slapped each of them on the head and pressed them down on the long table.

Lee Jordan laughed insincerely.

Click!

Flashes of light flashed in everyone's eyes, and everyone looked up to see a first-year student in Gryffindor robes holding a camera to take a picture of Harry.

"My name is Colin, and I'm your fan!" Colin blushed and looked at Harry excitedly.

"Can you ask your friend to take a picture of us? I want to show it to my parents, who are both Muggles."

Colin glanced at Ron sheepishly, then looked at Harry with a blushing face and full of desire.

Ron had never used a Muggle camera before. He fiddled with it for a while, and Hermione snatched it away, unable to bear it any longer.

After seeing off the little fan, a brown owl flew over their heads and dived into the potato chips tremblingly.

"Errol!" Ron exclaimed in a low voice. He didn't want to admit that this stupid owl belonged to them!

Errol struggled to stand up from the bowl of potato chips, with a red letter in his mouth. He struggled to find his little master, dropped the letter, flapped his wings and flew away again.

It's a pity that its starting position might not be very good, and it grabbed Hermione's head twice before it flew up.

"What is this?" Ron raised his little finger, picked up a corner of the envelope, and looked around.

"This is a Howler Letter!" Neville's eyes were full of fear, as if the letter was for him.

"I think you'd better open it. I didn't read my grandma's letter last time, and the result was..."

At this point, Neville shook twice unconsciously. Ron listened to Neville's description and opened the envelope with trembling hands.

In the blink of an eye, a roar of anger resounded throughout the auditorium, and all the students turned their heads to look here.

As soon as Ron's fingers were on the envelope, Fred and George covered Afro's left and right ears respectively. Afro looked up and saw that each of them had only one hand left, so she raised her own hand to cover their exposed ears.

"You actually stole the car! And caused your father to be investigated! I wouldn't be surprised if they choose to fire you!"

The red envelope turned into a pair of flaming red lips floating in the air and attacked Ron crazily.

Ron was so frightened by Molly's words that his face frowned, and his eyes were full of despair as if Voldemort would come tomorrow.

"We'll take you home right away!" Molly's voice was at least a few hundred times louder than usual! The plate on the table vibrated. Ron shrank in his chair, wishing he could hide himself.

Finally the sound stopped, and the red envelope fell on the table and turned into pieces in an instant.

"This is the first time I hear my mother so angry!" Fred took his big hand off Afro's ear, but did not leave immediately. Instead, he rubbed her earlobe until Afro's ears became red and hot.

Although Fred and George were blocking his view, Afro still felt his head buzzing.

Hermione closed the book in her hand and glanced at Ron, who was still sitting in a daze in his chair, with a little sympathy.

Everyone was still comforting Ron. Wood, wearing a Quidditch uniform, stopped in front of Avro with a flying broom.