People in Hogwarts, holding scripts and systems

Afro met Snape's ambiguous gaze in confusion. Has she not been making trouble in Potions class recently?

During the break, the little wizards playing in the corridor saw this strange scene. A dejected blonde girl followed the terrifying Professor Snape closely.

"Who is this senior?"

"You don't even know her? Let me tell you..."

"Wow! Really!"

The murmurs of discussion blew into her ears along with the breeze.

Come on! She can really hear me!

The dimly lit office was cold and gloomy. There was a fireplace in the room, but Snape never used it.

Afro suspected that maybe he had a phobia of fire.

She was not unfamiliar with the place, so she walked to the table where she often dealt with slugs as if she had returned to her own home and stood there, looking like a good child who knew how to correct her mistakes.

Snape sneered, his black robe embellishing his straight waist. His black eyes narrowed dangerously as he looked her up and down for a moment, his words revealing a cold tone.

He really couldn't understand how a girl who looked so well-behaved could be so noisy!

As expected, children are the most annoying!

"Miss Campbell never looks at the signature when she's looking for information?"

Afro was stunned. She stood there with her mouth slightly open, like a stupid cat.

How come it’s popular to tell on others among professors?

Shouldn't it be Professor McGonagall who came to see her?

Snape glanced at Avro, whose CPU was unresponsive and whose brain was about to restart, then sat down on the chair and pulled out a piece of parchment from the bookshelf.

"Professor Binns has entrusted me to do the detention. Starting tomorrow night, Miss Campbell, report to your old professor's office on time at 8 o'clock!"

"Professor Snape, listen to my explanation. No, explain!"

Snape handed the parchment covered with words to Avro, and without listening to her excuses, he waved his hand to isolate her outside the door.

Afro, who was put in detention without knowing why, walked back to the hall like a ghost and met Harry and the other two who were surrounded by people at the door.

Colin was shouting at Harry across the crowd, but because of his short stature, he was pushed aside by the crowd, getting further and further away from Harry.

"Harry, the boys in my class said you were...but...that's not right...bye!"

"Did you hear what he said?" Hermione frowned, holding a book, trying to avoid the crowd.

The sharp-eyed Afro saw that what she was holding in her arms was Lockhart's book.

"I guess, he said I'm the heir of Slytherin." Harry felt his stomach start to ache again, but his attention was on Afro, who had a dazed look in her eyes.

"Aphrodite, what did Snape tell you?"

Afro didn't answer him, but slapped the parchment in her hand on his chest. Harry picked it up in confusion, and the yellowed paper said that Afro would be detained.

"Why! Just about the homework?" Harry couldn't help but raise his voice, holding up the parchment and trying to tell if it was a joke.

"How come these people believe everything! What about detention?" Ron was still scolding these wizards for believing everything they heard when he heard Harry shouting for detention!

Hermione held the free Afro by one hand and carefully stepped down the next step.

Ron was a little slow to react when he realized that it was Afro who was put in solitary confinement. He couldn't calm down for a moment. He lowered his head with a frown and clenched his fingers.

"Snape is so partial!" he muttered.

Harry and the other two saw that Afro looked dazed and thought she was feeling aggrieved, so they all tacitly changed the subject.

Afro, who everyone is worried about, is discussing Parkinson's disease with System 23 in his mind.

"The biggest feature of the blackening system is that it will magnify a person's dark side and hatred..."

"Your company is still researching such disgusting stuff! This will be banned on Rotten Tomatoes!"

23, who was innocently implicated, feels very wronged! It just came out of the factory and has not encountered other systems yet!

"Dear, I suggest you connect directly to the main system~"

"Speak up!"

23: Weak, pitiful and helpless.

"We will handle the main system's requirements, and they will reimburse all system items used during this period. In addition, we will compensate you with 10,000 points and three universal modification cards."

"Really? Then buy all the Italian cannons, bazookas, and other things now!"

"Uh, limit purchase to three! Be careful, little Afu!"

Main System: You didn't expect that! I had expected it a long time ago!

"Tsk! So stingy!"

The next class was Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class. They passed the end of the corridor where the attack took place. Filch's chair was gone, but the writing on the wall was still clearly visible.

"It looks like Filch is not guarding here anymore."

"what!"

Afro suddenly spoke, scaring Harry and the other two so much that their souls left their bodies and ascended to heaven on the spot!

"What are you doing!" Afro scratched his ears which were numbed by the shock and muttered with a pout.

"I forgot that you're still here!" Hermione soothed her little heart that was about to jump out of her chest and laughed awkwardly twice.

"There can't be no clues here." Harry put his bag on the ground and got on his hands and knees to grope around.

This corridor was abandoned, and they squatted on the ground, carefully observing the ground for clues.

"Here!" Afro was the first to notice something unusual on the ground. It was pitch black and smelled like burnt protein. "It's a burn mark!"

Harry and Hermione followed the black line to the window facing the wall with the writing on it.

There was a big hole in the stained glass with a pattern on the window. A group of small spiders were crawling out of the castle along the window sill. Silvery-white spider silk was hanging by the window, and the small spiders were scrambling to run out along the silk thread.

It was as if they had encountered something that frightened them!

When Afro saw a dense cluster of spiders by the window, she grabbed Ron and put one hand over his eyes.

"Don't look."

Ron was about to go forward to check when his vision suddenly went dark. A soft, warm little hand covered his face. It was soft and fragrant.

The soft voice brushed past his ears, and the faint rose scent of her body enveloped him. The sleeves of her black robe lightly brushed against his earlobe, like a soft feather brushing against his heart.

"Do you remember the water on the ground?" Afro reminded them in time. Although she couldn't give the answer directly, she could remind Harry at the bottom line of the system.

"Here?" Harry walked along the wall as he remembered and came to a wooden door with a brass handle.

"Is this, is this the women's room?"

Just as Harry was about to open the door, he suddenly remembered that this room was the women's bathroom on the second floor. He pulled his hand back from the brass handle as if it had been burned.

"There's no one here." Hermione walked past Harry and opened the door. "This is Myrtle's place."