People in Hogwarts, holding scripts and systems

Harry calmed down Aphrodite, looked at her tired expression and patted her shoulder, "Come over here and take a nap for a while?"

Afro, who had not yet woken up, nodded and leaned over without hesitation. Her soft and fluffy hair brushed against Harry's face, and he could see her peaceful sleeping face without turning his head.

He hooked his index finger through the loose hair beside her ear, and the soft hair circled around his fingertips and then spread out. Harry hooked a strand of hair and tucked it behind her ear.

"Fred! George! You are not allowed to come into my room again!"

"My dear brother, this is so fun!"

"Yeah, little Ronnie, spiders are so cute!"

"You are so cute! Your whole family is so cute!"

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For some time afterwards, the young wizards at Hogwarts were all talking about the heir of the Chamber of Secrets and Mrs. Norris. Many young wizards from mixed-blood and Muggle families traveled together, and some even gave up their dignity just to get the protection of pure-blood wizards.

This made the young wizards of Slytherin College very proud.

The caretaker Filch often squatted in front of the stone wall, as if he could wait for the murderer there. However, in his heart, Harry was the most suspicious!

Filch also thought of many ways to erase the words on the stone wall, but the words that seemed to be fused with 502 glue still remained on the wall and attracted attention.

Afro, who has taken the lead and identified the real culprit, has asked the supernatural entity 23 to keep an eye on Parkinson's every move, determined to capture her and the blackened system in one fell swoop!

"Merlin's corrugated cap! Unbelievable! I'm still eight inches short!"

After lunch, Afro and Harry came to the library together with their books. As soon as they sat down on the chairs, they heard Ron pouting and mumbling.

And Hermione, who was sitting opposite him, had already completed the homework assigned by Professor Binns in excess - a three-foot paper on "The Wizarding Conference in Medieval Europe".

She wrote in super small characters for a full four feet and seven inches! Ron's careful thoughts were even more obvious in comparison, he wished that each word was as big as a page of parchment!

Afro and Harry rolled the parchment into a tube with a ruler and measured their homework. Hermione had been working on her paper since Afro and the others came in. Afro seldom saw her these days, and Hermione always stayed in the library.

After this incident, Hermione spent a lot of time reading. Ron even complained that Hermione planned to finish reading all the books in the library before Christmas.

"Hi, Hermione. Um, you can tell me anything." Afro said to Hermione carefully, she unrolled the parchment rolled into a tube and tried to flatten it with her hands.

"It's okay." Hermione's writing hand paused for a moment, and a drop of ink dripped from the tip of the pen onto the paper, leaving a blob of ink.

"If you have anything to say, please tell me. I'm always here!"

Hermione stared down at the parchment on the table for a few minutes, then stood up and walked deeper into the bookshelf.

Afro was still a little worried about Hermione's condition. She looked very unhappy. Her eyes fell on the colored card paper that was half covered by the book. Afro pulled the paper and an idea slowly formed in her mind.

"All the books about Hogwarts history have been taken away." Hermione, visibly irritated, walked out from between the rows of bookshelves and sat down next to Avro.

"I hope I didn't leave my copy at home, or I'll have to wait another two weeks."

Hermione remembered that her big suitcase was filled with Lockhart's books. She raised her hand and frowned, feeling even more annoyed.

"What are you looking for that book for?" Ron put down the missing paper in his hand in confusion. He had tried hard to "reference" the information, but it was still a long way from three feet.

I really wish Hermione would lend him her homework, just for a glance!

Clever Hermione saw through Ron's intention and rolled up the paper on the table and put it in her schoolbag.

"Like everyone else, wanted to check out the story about the rumored locked room."

"What is that?" Harry was also attracted by this topic, and he asked Hermione if she knew something related to the Chamber of Secrets.

Hermione frowned slightly and bit her lip, "I can't remember..."

Hermione's voice was so soft that the three of them had to lean closer to hear her, and Ron and Harry leaned forward slightly, their heads pressed together, their chests pressed against the edge of the table.

Boom boom boom!

Madam Pince heard the whispers and bent her fingers in dissatisfaction, tapping the table three times with her knuckles.

Hearing this, Hermione immediately fell silent. Afro shrugged his shoulders, sat up straight and continued his fabricated story.

The next class is History of Magic, and if they can't finish their papers, they will get new Pro max papers!

It’s easy to get the full amount at a young age!

While Ron was still scratching his head, wondering how to write the remaining two inches, Afro had already finished his homework first.

"Aphrodite, how come you write so fast?"

Afro packed up his stationery and taught the method of fishing in troubled waters, "You can change the subject and object of the sentence in the material and the order of narration, and it will become a new sentence."

"Afro, you are so smart!"

Ron was ecstatic and quickly finished writing the rest according to Afro's method.

"Aphrodite, this is not allowed!" Hermione said disapprovingly.

"But Professor Binns doesn't want to see it." Afro, who was trying to be clever, spread his hands nonchalantly.

"Who cares! As long as I can finish it!" Ron happily rolled up the parchment and put it in the book.

Hermione wanted to say something else but was interrupted by the school bell.

However, if you walk by the river often, you will get your feet wet!

Professor Binns' History of Magic class is the most boring and dull class in the whole Hogwarts. And he is the only ghost professor. Everyone said that Professor Binns never realized that he was dead until one day he was in a hurry to teach and walked through the wall.

Binns, who liked to teach according to his own lesson plan, took out his notebook and casually checked the homework of several people.

"Everyone did a great job." His voice was as low and boring as a broken radio, and the little wizards in the classroom were drowsy. "Oh! One of the students quoted very good materials and wrote very profoundly!"

Binns held the parchment in front of his eyes, as if he was going to lie on it. He tried hard to read the title of the paper, and slowly called out a name with a hoarse voice.

"Afro Campbell? Who?"

He looked up at the little wizards sitting below. Afro, who was called, half-raised his hand nervously, and several teenagers sitting in the classroom also became nervous.

"It's nice of you to quote my argument."

Afuluo felt that what he actually wanted to say was, if you copied the teacher, you are also a talent!