People in Hogwarts, holding scripts and systems

Lockhart looked extremely sad. He couldn't believe that anyone would not trust him!

He is an internationally renowned figure and writer, recipient of the Third Class Order of Merlin, honorary member of the Anti-Dark Arts League, and five-time winner of the Wizard Weekly's Most Charming Smile Award!

"Aphrodite, you have to trust the professor." Hagrid picked up Aphrodite and slid her aside like a chicken, and trusted Lockhart to treat Harry's arm.

Hagrid, do you know what you're doing?

Afro, who was dragged aside, was caught by two red lions again. Fred and George held her and left the crowd.

"Little Afro, are the stars in the sky beautiful?" Fred pressed half of his body weight on Afro, playing with the ends of Afro's tied hair with his fingers. The slightly curled golden hair was entangled on his fingers, inseparable.

"What star?"

"The night before last, in the Astronomy Tower."

"I was going to make up lessons!"

But Fred and George didn't believe it at all! Don't they know what Nott is thinking? He was just trying to trick the little girl!

"Don't go out at night anymore!" George looked at her for a few seconds, then suddenly leaned over, pinched her nose with his hand, and threatened her viciously.

"Did you hear that?" Fred put a little more force on his hand on his waist, and Afro was pulled closer to them.

The breath escaping from his mouth fanned against his ears, and Afro moved his feet a little further away from them.

"You always go out at midnight, and you still care about me!" Afro showed his rebellious spirit and punched each of them. He made faces at them and ran towards Harry.

Fred and George leaned against each other with their arms folded, watching Afro running away like a little rabbit, with an intriguing smile on their faces.

"Brother, what should I do if the little rabbit doesn't listen?"

"Lock him up!"

Lockhart's treatment was coming to an end, and Harry's hands seemed like silicone toys, soft and flexible!

This technology is great for deboning chicken feet!

"It's very troublesome to have bones grow again!" Madam Pomfrey poured a glass of clear liquid and handed it to Harry, who drank a big gulp without thinking.

Then it sprayed on Ron's face.

"Do you think this is pumpkin juice?" Madam Pomfrey poured Harry another glass and watched him drink the potion without leaving a drop.

With the help of Madam Pomfrey's bone spirit, Harry began a month-long hospital stay.

Outside the window, the moonlight is everywhere, and the stars are dotted. The breeze blows through the leaves, making a rustling sound, and the quiet night flashes with mysterious colors.

Afro had just come out of Snape's office. She took advantage of Snape's absence today to figure out the locations of several medicinal herbs.

It was strange that Snape, who was always suspicious and cautious, forgot to close the door of the private storage room when he went out.

Afro never fretted over things she couldn't figure out for the moment. She thought it was probably just luck that she happened to catch up.

She memorized their locations and planned to borrow Harry's Invisibility Cloak to steal them out tomorrow!

Aphrodite, who had made a plan, stepped up a step and saw a flash of gold passing through the castle gate out of the corner of her eye.

Draco?

What was he doing outside the castle so late at night?

After thinking for a moment, Afro followed him worriedly.

Draco, who couldn't sleep at night, decided to go out for a while. He didn't know why he came out, but he felt very uncomfortable. As soon as he closed his eyes, his father's disappointed expression appeared in front of him.

The pain from the broken bones also made it difficult for him to sleep.

Draco felt more and more aggrieved the more he thought about it, so he walked to a corner, sat on a stone chair, and stared at his tightly bandaged arm in a daze.

"Wow, so the young master also goes out for a night stroll?"

Afro observed from a distance for a while and found that Draco looked very depressed. His usually proud head lowered, which made her feel distressed.

Draco, who was in trouble, raised his head suddenly when he heard Avro's voice. Under the moonlight, the girl in a dark green dress leaned against a tree trunk and smiled charmingly.

"Aphrodite?"

Avro walked up to Draco, squatted down and tilted her head to look at him.

"not in a good mood?"

Draco said nothing, he left the stone chair and sat on the ground. Afro put her hand on his other good arm, stroking it up and down.

"Aphrodite, am I a failure?"

Draco felt his throat go dry and he took a breath, as if his former pride had been lost.

"why would you say so?"

Draco didn't say anything. Afro sighed and sat beside him, accompanying him quietly.

"Life is complicated, Draco."

It was a long time before he heard Afro's voice. He raised his head and met Mingding's bright eyes.

The moonlight was bright, but his eyes never left.

"Wind and rain are the norm." Afro opened her arms as if embracing the breeze, and her smile was as bright as spring flowers, driving away the coldness of late autumn. "If you really have a passion, then stick to it and never think about what the result will be."

“The meaning of life is never to stick to one’s ways, but to expand. No one stipulates what it means to be successful.”

“So, please believe that you are dazzling!”

Draco's gloomy heart seemed to be torn apart by her words, and a beam of golden light shone on his desolate heart and broke through a corner of the sky.

He looked at the tender little white hand in his palm, relaxed his brows, and regained his pride.

Draco held Aphrodite's hand and placed it on his chest. Under the dim moonlight, his perfect profile fell into Aphrodite's eyes.

The stars were reflected in her eyes, but the light was scattered on him.

"Can I lend you my arms?"

Afro hugged him gently and stroked his hair.

His hands, slightly chilled by the wind, stroked her back and silently hugged her tightly. His chin rested on her neck, and his arms were firmly around her waist.

"Aphrodite, let's never separate, okay?"

"Of course, you are my friend who will always protect me!"

Who wants to be friends with you forever? Idiot!

"Why do you call Nott Xiaoduo?"

"what?"

The topic changed so quickly that even Afro, who had an active mind, couldn't keep up.

Draco increased the force on his hands and repeated it through gritted teeth.

Afro held his forehead and explained, "Don't you think that Theodore sounds a lot like Xiaoduo when he speaks faster?"

"I want too!"

"name?"

Afro couldn't see Draco's expression, but she felt the furry little head at the crook of her neck move twice.

"What do you want to be called? Little Djokovic? Little La? Little Ko?"

Draco unhappily moved his hand down her back to the nape of her neck and squeezed it hard.

"Think again. If you can't come up with an idea, don't go back."

Afro's heart was filled with tears.

"You are so childish!"

"What do you care about me? Think quickly!"

For a moment, Afro couldn't think of any name. As she tried to brainstorm, a scene suddenly emerged in her mind.

"I thought of it!"