People in Hogwarts, holding scripts and systems

The days that followed were much calmer, but Afro still had to go to Snape's office at night to deal with slugs.

After making fun of Snape, Snape resolutely decided that the little troll needed to be taught a lesson so that he would learn to respect his teachers!

So he filled the bucket of slugs to one and a half buckets.

While Afulo was diligently dealing with these disgusting, slimy bugs, he kept complaining to the system in his mind.

"It's right that the old bat has no partner!"

"You don't know how to be gentle with women at all!"

"He actually lets a lady deal with this kind of thing!"

"I'm on James' side this time!"

23: ...Someone, come and take this chatterbox host away!

Snape dipped his quill into ink, looked at Avro's background and warned: "Miss Campbell better be careful! After all, old professors are cruel and ruthless!"

Hearing the words Snape used, Afro's hand paused for a moment, and although her face didn't show it, her heart skipped a beat in fear!

Fred and George had the audacity to betray her! She had only ever spoken those words to them!

Half a month of second-grade life has passed in the dire confinement.

During this period, Ron's wand was still not repaired. During a spell class, Ron's wand flew out of control while practicing a spell, hitting Professor Flitwick right between the eyebrows, causing a bowl-sized bump!

After being deducted points again, Afro wrote a letter to her father, hoping that he would send her the small wand she used to practice spells when she was a child, so that Ron would no longer continue to deduct innocent house points because of his battle-damaged wand.

She was afraid that Dumbledore wouldn't have enough reasons to pull her back at the end of the term!

At noon the sun was scorching hot, and the sunlight filled the room through the window.

The boy in Quidditch uniform walked down the dormitory stairs and saw the blonde girl wearing a dark green mask covering most of her face. The exposed chin and cherry lips seemed to be coated with a halo under the sunlight.

He slowed down, squatted in front of the sofa, and as if possessed by a ghost, he stretched out his hand and slowly placed it on that delicate and smooth face.

As soon as his fingertips touched the soft skin, his hand suddenly retracted as if he had been electrocuted.

Wood woke up as if from a dream, stood up bewilderedly and turned around twice, but his fingers rubbed a few times as if reminiscing.

"Aphrodite?"

Afro was taking a nap on the sofa in the common room. The sofa was facing the French window of Gryffindor Tower. The warm sunlight at noon shone through the window, and the place was filled with the smell of sunshine and warmth.

"What's wrong?" Afro pushed the eye mask to his forehead, looked at the person who came with sleepy eyes, and spoke lazily.

Wood bent down, one hand on the back of the sofa, and the other hand on the edge of Afro's body. His tall body loomed over the petite Afro.

It just blocks out the strong midday sunlight.

Afro squinted his eyes lazily and rubbed his face against the pillow subconsciously.

Wood suddenly felt his throat dry, and the sunlight on his back made him feel hot.

He straightened up, put his fist to his mouth and coughed twice, but his voice was still hoarse.

"We should go to Quidditch practice."

Afro yawned and sat up, stretching and looking at the golden sun outside the window.

Noon? Go play ball?

Afro touched her smooth face and felt that it was necessary to take physical and chemical protective measures!

When Wood saw the girl touching her face, the heat on his face that had just subsided surged up again. He turned his head and scratched the crack on the broom awkwardly.

"I'll wait for you at the stadium."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wood ran out of the lounge in a hurry and almost tripped over his own broom.

strange?

Afro scratched his head, tilted his neck and looked at Wood's fleeing back, his head full of question marks.

Afro, taking precautions, pushed aside the Fat Lady portrait with the latest broom that Mr. Campbell had bought for her.

As soon as he went out, he saw Colin begging Harry to sign the photo.

"Harry, why don't you sign?"

Harry struggled to escape from Colin and caught up with Afro who was walking in front of him.

what?

Isn’t it because if he signs one photo, there will be endless photos waiting for him!

Colin said that here are his aunt, aunt, cousin, sister, cousin, and uncle...

Merlin knew why there were so many people in their family!

Despite his complaints, Harry still chose to tell the girl because he was in a hurry to practice Quidditch.

"What happened?"

As soon as Avro and Harry walked out of the castle gate, they saw the Wood and Slytherin Quidditch teams deadlocked on the lawn.

"Flint, who's your new Seeker?"

The Slytherins in silver-green uniforms turned sideways to reveal Draco behind them.

Harry opened his eyes wide and looked at Draco's smug look, and tightened his grip on the broomstick in his hand.

"Malfoy?"

Draco looked at the worn-out brooms in the hands of the Gryffindor players with a sneer on his face, and moved his broom forward.

"That's right! Didn't Afro tell you?"

Harry turned his head and looked at Afro, and Afro then remembered that she had forgotten to tell Harry about this. No wonder she always felt that she had forgotten something!

Afro smiled apologetically at Harry. It was indeed her fault!

The other team members also noticed the changes in the Slytherin team. Everyone's brooms were the latest models!

They are inferior in tools!

"How did you get it?" Ron's tone was full of disbelief and envy.

Flint proudly boasted that this was sponsored by Draco's father, Mr. Malfoy, and by the way, he mocked Ron with a sense of superiority.

When Aphrodite saw this scene, she felt that something was wrong. Unfortunately, Hermione, who was full of justice, stood up.

"At least no one in Gryffindor pays to join the team! They're all based on merit!"

This one sentence offended the entire Slytherin team. Afro squeezed through the tall and strong team members and came to Hermione, pulling her robe and shaking it twice.

"Hermione, Quidditch tryouts are open and transparent—"

"Afro?" Hermione looked at Afro in disbelief. She couldn't believe that the girl would help the opponent instead of standing up for her own partner!

Draco looked at Hermione with a mocking expression. He fixed his narrow eyes on Hermione and sneered, ready to mock this ignorant Muggle wizard!

"No one asked you to give your opinion! Stinky..."

"Draco!"

Afro suddenly pulled Draco's hair, and the young master, who was always noble outside, staggered. He turned his head and glared at Afro in dissatisfaction.

"Sorry, my hand slipped!"

Draco snorted coldly and returned to the team nonchalantly. He was no longer in the mood to argue with Hermione.

"Someone should know themselves!"

"Mudblood! Say that again!"

"Draco!"