People in Hogwarts, holding scripts and systems

Ginny feels that she has been acting abnormal lately.

Some chaotic emotions piled up in her head, and she couldn't sort out the clues. Ginny looked down at the bacon on the plate and stabbed the table with her fork again and again.

"Even if you make bacon out of flowers, he won't answer your questions!"

George took away the plate in front of Ginny and replaced it with a pink dessert that looked a bit girly.

Ginny didn't want to pay any attention to her eccentric brother. She didn't even look at the dessert. She took the small shoulder bag that Molly had sewed for her with colorful fabrics and left the hall.

"Brother, I think little Ginny must have fallen in love with some boy!"

Fred crossed his hands beside his ears, made an exaggerated nympho expression on his face, and twisted his upper body back and forth.

Afro saw Fred's look and silently moved closer to Hermione.

Cherish life and stay away from stupidity!

"Hermione, why did you circle all of Lockhart's classes with hearts?"

Afro noticed that the timetable Hermione placed beside her was covered with pink hearts. Hermione blushed and turned the timetable upside down on the table, stirred the cereal in the bowl, and asked Afro in a low voice.

"Don't you think he's handsome?"

Who? The peacock?

Isn’t he just an unscrupulous writer who plagiarizes everywhere, hires ghostwriters, and makes a living by his looks?

It is said that he graduated from Ravenclaw, but he used his brain for evil ways!

"Hermione..." Afro struggled to squeeze out a few words, "Don't you think he's greasy?"

Lockhart's charming smile and Feng Mo's interesting manners appeared in Hermione's mind, and an obsessed smile appeared at the corners of her mouth.

Afro saw that Hermione's eyes were blurry and couldn't help shaking his head. He stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers in front of Hermione!

"Come back to your senses! Sister!"

Hermione was brought back to reality by the sudden voice. She smiled shyly at Afro and continued to cook with "Walking with Vampires".

At this time, Harry's little fanboy Colin ran up to them with the photos taken yesterday, looking at Harry with starry eyes and showing the same smile as Hermione before.

"H--Harry."

Colin's face was as red as a monkey's butt. He held up the photo in his hand and looked at Harry expectantly.

"Can you sign your name for me again?"

sign?

Harry glanced blankly at his junior fellow student in his own academy. No one had ever asked him for an autograph before, and yesterday was even the first time he had taken a photo!

Is there anyone who likes me?

"May I?"

Colin put his hands on his chest, his eyes revealing pleading and expectation.

Harry stole a glance at Afro who was looking over here, his eyes swept across her face, and then quickly moved away. His breathing became a little rapid, he coughed lightly, and rubbed his hands on his pants twice to ease his tension.

Wouldn't that make him look stupid? Harry thought to himself.

Harry smiled shyly twice, took the photo handed to him by Colin with both hands, and was about to borrow a pen from Aphrodite when Draco walked over arrogantly with two little followers.

"Po Te! Are you sending out autographed photos?"

He spoke so loudly that all the students in the hall stopped what they were doing and looked in Harry's direction.

Draco covered his mouth and laughed, with deep disgust and hatred in his eyes!

He despised Harry the most for this look! An unkempt, pathetic man with the title of savior!

As soon as Pot appeared, he took away all the attention and glory that belonged to him!

Even Afro will focus most of his attention on Pot!

"Come on! The Savior is handing out autographs!"

Anger appeared on Harry's face. He put down the photo, stood up suddenly, and clenched his fists!

"Shut up! Malfoy!"

In front of the person he likes, the boy is always willing to maintain his handsome and charming side, but every time Draco appears, Harry feels that he has lost face in front of Avro!

"What? Do you want to fight?" Draco put his hands on his hips, raised his platinum head proudly, and his eyes were full of contempt.

Seeing that a battle was about to break out, Afro hurried to Harry, pried open his clenched hands, and held her own little hands.

"enough!"

Originally, Harry thought that what happened at the beginning of the school year had caused dissatisfaction among some students in Gryffindor House. If he fought with Draco again in public, he would probably be ridiculed even more in school in the future.

"Harry, he's just jealous of you!"

"I'm jealous of him?!"

When Draco heard Afro's words, he couldn't help but raise his voice. His eyes widened as if he had heard something ridiculous!

"What else? Then why are you here being so weird?"

Draco looked at Avro defending Harry, as if he was about to be consumed by the anger in his heart.

He is like a naive child, deliberately showing off his presence in front of the person he likes so that she will notice him!

Afro was right, he was jealous!

I'm jealous that bastard can see her anytime and anywhere! He has so many advantages over me!

"To taunt him, of course!"

Draco rolled his eyes at Harry nonchalantly, "Aphrodite, get out of the way!"

Afro took a step forward, blocking half of Harry's body, "No! Harry is my friend!"

From the moment Avro uttered the words "He is my friend", Draco's face became terribly gloomy, and the fire in his chest burned all the way to his eyes.

He reached out and grabbed Afro's arm forcefully, pulling her in front of him. There was a hint of anger in his low voice, and he stared at her with slightly red eyes.

"He is your friend?"

Draco's hand was very strong, as if he wanted to break Afro's arm. Afro felt a sharp pain in her arm, and she couldn't help but frowned in pain, and her red lips turned bloodless.

"You hurt her!" Harry, who had been paying attention to Aphrodite, was the first to notice her abnormality. He stepped forward and forcefully shook off Draco's hand that was holding Aphrodite's arm.

Draco seemed to be brought back to his senses by these words. When he saw Afro's pale lips and the cold sweat on her forehead, he became panicked.

He took a step back at a loss, and then saw Harry's eyes full of worry and concern, carefully rolling up Afro's sleeves to reveal the shocking scars.

The dark red fingerprints on his creamy arm looked very strange against his fair skin. Draco suddenly took two steps forward and wanted to apologize.

But Harry got there first and asked Afro in a low voice. Afro didn't say anything, but her face looked very bad. Harry took her and left the hall without looking back.

"Aphrodite..."

Draco looked at Harry's back as he supported Afro in silence for a moment. His fingertips began to tremble violently, his lips were pursed tightly, and his heart was filled with sharp pain.

Friends! Friends!

Everyone is her friend!

He just wants to be the most special one!