People in Hogwarts, holding scripts and systems

Afro tried hard to stop this plot, but ultimately failed.

Afro didn't understand why Hermione suddenly said that again.

Hermione also didn't understand why Afro helped Malfoy again and again. Was it just because of the last name Malfoy?

"Draco, what are you talking about!"

In fact, Draco regretted it the moment he said it, but he had already said it and couldn't take it back!

Besides, he was not wrong!

This Muggle wizard even doubted his strength!

If it weren't for the fact that she was Afro's friend, he would have dealt with her long ago!

Afro raised her hand and pulled Draco's hair again. After his meticulously groomed hair was damaged twice, the hair on the back of his head stood up.

"You should apologize now!"

"What? You asked the great Malfoy to apologize?!"

"I won't accept his apology!"

Two different voices sounded at the same time. Afro felt her forehead twitching and bulging. She rubbed her head twice in pain.

"Hermione, you actually..."

Before Afro could finish, Hermione threw away her robes and left.

Draco kept grabbing Afro's shoulders and yelling at her.

"She was clearly the one who did something wrong, why do you want me to apologize!"

Aphrodite pulled Draco's hand down and explained softly, "Draco, Hermione is my friend, of course she is also..."

"friend!"

Draco interrupted her, as if he had heard a joke, his eyes dark as he pressed her shoulders again, "You always have so many friends, but you don't consider me a friend!"

"It was last time! It's the same this time!"

His eyes became dark and unpredictable, his face turned pale with anger, his lips moved for a moment, then he let go of her hand and turned away.

Afro's heart suddenly trembled. She seemed to have really ignored Draco.

"Draco..."

She muttered to herself, her face pale, and even breathing felt painful at this moment.

It was her fault.

In her heart, the scales would always unconsciously lean towards Harry and the others, not only because they were classmates and friends in the same academy, but also because they were the protagonists.

The theorem that "the protagonist is always right" always affects her judgment.

But she forgot that this is not a movie, not a novel, this is reality!

There is no so-called protagonist or villain here...

They were all her friends, proof that she belonged in this world.

After coming to terms with it, Afro suddenly felt his body lighten, as if there was something extra inside him.

If she could see the golden threads that were suddenly becoming noticeable on her body at this moment, she would understand that her bond with this world was deepening.

But 23 would not remind Afro, because he had long been fed up with these little boys surrounding his little goose girl!

Ron saw that after Draco said a few words, Afro looked sad. He thought Draco had bullied Afro by saying something rude, so he raised his wand towards Draco's back.

The magic power flowed back to its owner through the bent and broken wand, and Ron was knocked down by his own spell.

"Ron!"

The farce ended in chaos with Avro and Draco having a cold war, Hermione leaving angrily, and Ron being knocked down by his own spell.

Gryffindor, who had no venue, cancelled the training, which just happened to be what Harry wanted.

He brought the worried Aphrodite and Ron, who couldn't stop vomiting, to Hagrid's Hut.

Hermione had already sat on the sofa. When she saw Afro with red eyes, she turned her head away stubbornly and didn't look at them.

Hagrid thoughtfully brought Ron an iron bucket and sat on a large chair to act as the neighborhood committee auntie.

The four children sat on four chairs in silence. The only sound in the small room was the sound of the kettle boiling.

"Would you like some cake?"

Even though their friendship was in crisis, they all shook their heads and rejected the rock cake that could break their teeth.

"More tea?"

Afro looked at Hagrid who was feeling quite uncomfortable and sighed. She lowered her head to look at the blue teacup in her hand and spoke slowly.

"Hermione, I'm sorry."

Hermione slowly raised her eyes and stared at Aphrodite for a long while, as if she had just found her voice.

"what?"

Afro took a deep breath and mustered up the courage to meet Hermione's puzzled eyes. "I shouldn't have not stood by your side at that time—"

"Aphrodite..."

Hermione also knew that when Draco wanted to say that word for the first time, Afro stopped him in time. It was her own competitive nature, and if she hadn't said one more word, Afro wouldn't have been so embarrassed.

She knew Malfoy was Afro's friend, but she still asked Afro to stand with her. She never considered Afro.

"It's not your fault, it's me."

Even a top student who is omnipotent in study would feel embarrassed when faced with such a question.

"If I were in your shoes, this wouldn't be the case. I'm sorry, Afro!"

Afro stood up and ran towards Hermione, hugging her! The hearts of the two girls were more closely connected, just like this hug.

"Okay!" Hagrid patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief. It was really hard to take care of a child!

He refilled the tea for the children. Harry was relieved to see the girl smile again. Relaxed Harry asked his question.

"What's a Mudblood?"

The air suddenly became quiet. Harry pressed down the few strands of hair that always stuck up, smiled and closed his mouth.

Hermione wiped her eyes nonchalantly and explained the word considerately. Hagrid was shocked that Draco could say such a thing at such a young age!

Speaking of Draco, Avro had one more thing to explain to them.

"Hermione, there is actually one more thing—"

When everyone heard Afro's voice, they turned their eyes in her direction.

"In fact, Draco became a Seeker after passing the selection competition. I was there that day—"

"Oh my Merlin!"

Sometimes reality is so dramatic that what you see and hear is not necessarily true, and the truth is often the possibility that you least want to admit.

Hermione opened her mouth, unsure of what to say.

Apologize?

She thought she couldn't do it and Malfoy didn't need or care about her apology!

"Hermione, I know Draco used some bad words, I won't apologize on his behalf and ask for your forgiveness -"

"I just want to say, let's not be so impulsive next time, okay?"

Hermione nodded. At worst, she could just use less force next time she hit him!

Draco, who was training on the Quidditch field, was absent-mindedly flying around on his broomstick.

Flint didn't force the young master to train. What a joke, what if he got unhappy and took back the broom? !

None of the little snakes, who were busy training and thinking about their lives, noticed a figure flashing in a corner of the Quidditch field.