People in Hogwarts, holding scripts and systems

"I know I was wrong. Who will supervise me if you leave?"

Draco's golden hair was draped softly over his forehead, each strand of hair revealed a trace of grievance, and his slightly hoarse voice was trembling slightly? He was like a puppy abandoned by its owner.

Afro tidied up his messy hair, leaned over and hugged him gently, "Why would I leave?"

"I'll supervise you from now on."

Madam Pomfrey checked Draco's injuries again, and after making sure he could leave, she raised her hand and drove the two people out of the school infirmary.

Draco used the excuse of a neck injury to insist that Avro support him and take him back to the Slytherin common room.

Knowing that Draco did it on purpose, the soft-hearted Avro still held his hand firmly, took care of his steps, and slowly moved back to Slytherin like a snail climbing a vine.

They met many young wizards along the way, and they were no longer surprised to see Draco and Aphrodite walking hand in hand in the corridor.

After all, it happens several times every week.

"Remember to ask Goyle and Crabbe to remind you to take your medicine!"

Avro wrote all of Madam Pomfrey's instructions on a small piece of parchment and handed it to Draco, then worriedly told him to take the medicine on time.

"Don't you want to remind me?"

"Draco!"

"ok, I get it."

Draco clenched the note Aphrodite gave him again with a wronged look on his face, then slowly turned around and walked back to the lounge through the stone door.

"Blaise! Give this to Draco for me. Thanks!"

Afro saw Draco go in, then she took out the gift she bought in the system mall. She thought about it and decided to give the gift to Draco.

I happened to see Blaise walking towards me, fanning himself and wearing a shirt that deliberately revealed his delicate collarbone.

She quickly called him and asked him to give the gift to Draco.

"It's my honor to help a beautiful lady!" Blaise closed the fan, gently took Afro's hand with his right hand, leaned over slightly, and left a kiss on the back of her hand.

"Thank you!"

Afro pulled her hand out, resisted the urge to rub it on her clothes, stuffed the gift box into Blaise's arms, and turned to leave.

A resistance suddenly stopped Afro's steps. She turned her head in confusion and met a pair of smiling peach blossom eyes.

"Miss Campbell hasn't mentioned the reward yet!"

"what?"

The gift wrapped in green paper turned flexibly a few times in Blaise's hand, and then he held it firmly in his palm.

"Reward!" He suddenly came in front of Afro, a few strands of brown hair brushed across her nose, his brown eyebrows were close at hand, and his fan bone gently rested on her chin. Afro wanted to retreat, but he pulled her back.

Afro struggled a few times but failed to break free of his hand. It looked like he didn't even use any strength! And Blaise just kept looking down at her quietly.

Several little wizards who had just seen Avro and Draco holding hands, saw them standing intimately with Blaise at the gate of Slytherin House, and couldn't help but start a discussion.

The discussion gradually became louder, and the parties involved could hear some of the words. Afro became even more embarrassed, and she pushed Brace away with force, her beautiful eyebrows and eyes stained with anger.

Her eyes were bright because of anger, like jade washed by water.

"Oh, forget it if you didn't do it. But why did you hit me?"

He is the one who is putting the blame on others!

When Afro heard his words of blaming others, she became angry. He said she hit someone, didn't he?

A fist landed unexpectedly on Bryce's teasing eyes.

Blaise exclaimed, and the fan and gift in his hand fell to the ground. He covered his eyes with one hand, and pointed at the girl with a trembling hand. He tried to open his other intact eye and look at her.

"You really hit me!"

Afro brushed her numb little hands, with undisguised pride: "I'll hit you if I want, why do I need to pick a day?"

She bent down to pick up the gift, dusted it off, and handed it to a cute little wizard with twin ponytails: "Please give it to Draco, thank you."

The little wizard was shocked by Afro's move. He took the thing in panic, his tone full of admiration and shame.

"Okay, okay."

In the Slytherin common room, Draco, with a brace around his neck, was leaning lazily on the sofa and noticed Blaise walking in with one eye covered.

"Zabini? Who hit you?" Draco mocked Blaise's expression with amusement. He was curious about who hit the face that he always cared about?

Bryce found the potion in the drawer of the bookshelf, dipped a little of it on an inky handkerchief and applied it to the purple eye sockets.

He kicked Goyle, who was sitting on the sofa, to make room for him. Blaise sat down on the sofa, his free arms stretched out on the backrest, his legs relaxedly spread apart.

"It's Campbell from Gryffindor."

The little wizard with twin ponytails walked over carefully, swallowed secretly, and spoke slowly.

"Who told you to..."

"--Let me pass it on to you." The young wizard was frightened by Blaise's raised voice and trembled twice, and quickly said the rest of the words.

A green package was thrown into Draco's arms.

Draco looked at the thing in his arms, and the smile on the corner of his mouth hurt Parkinson who was sitting in the corner.

The black feather pen broke in her hand, and the ink sprayed all over the wizard sitting opposite!

"Oh! Merlin's yarn! What are you doing!"

Draco was so ecstatic that he didn't notice the noise in the corner. He unwrapped the paper and opened the velvet box.

A silver tie clip in the shape of a small snake connected end to end came into view. The emerald-encrusted eyes sparkled in the candlelight.

Draco fell in love with it the first time he saw it!

He happily took out his tie clip, and even though he was not wearing a tie at the moment, he clipped the little snake to his shirt collar.

Blaise looked at Draco's worthless expression and secretly rolled his eyes!

It's just a clip! What's the big deal?

But he was so envious!

Why does Draco have a present! He's about to get punched?

He really was just joking!

It rained lightly at Hogwarts for several days in a row, and the path leading to the greenhouse became muddy.

The Quidditch match was about to start, and Wood didn't care about the bad weather. He wished everyone could live in the stadium!

Except Afro, of course!

Fred and George were sent to Slytherin to spy on the enemy. After seeing how powerful the new brooms were, they came back to report to Wood that Slytherin could beat them without even using any tactics!

"What chance do we have of winning?"

Wood stretched out his arms in the rain, the rain dripping down his face to his collar. The wet clothes stuck tightly to his body, outlining his strong chest muscles.

Afro pulled the silly Wood back and put a towel over his head.

"It's no big deal! I have a solution!"