People in Hogwarts, holding scripts and systems

Madam Pomfrey made a quick check and determined that these people had merely fainted rather than been attacked.

Avro signed the detention list, but Harry still didn't want to go back to Privet Drive.

Hermione and Ron also chose to stay in Hogwarts in order to implement the plan.

"Why did Malfoy stay!" Ron saw that Draco also signed the list and thought he had bad intentions.

"I want to help Aphrodite." Draco stopped behind Ron and said word by word that he stayed for Aphrodite.

Ron rolled his eyes and dragged Afro away in front of Draco.

Before leaving, she smiled at Draco provocatively, and Draco was so angry that he wanted to slap that face!

Blame the Sorting Hat! Why didn't it put Aphrodite in Slytherin?

When Ron brought Afro to the auditorium, he saw a group of people gathered at the door, chattering about something.

"Duel Club?"

Afro read out the words on the parchment. It looked like something Lockhart would do, and she curled her lips.

Don’t really want to go.

"Let's go and take a look?" Ron didn't see what Avro was thinking, he suggested excitedly, "Let's go and see if Slytherin can fight!"

During dinner, Ron expressed his thoughts, and Harry and Hermione agreed.

So, at eight o'clock in the evening, the four of them returned to the auditorium. The familiar auditorium had changed drastically, the tables were gone, replaced by a long golden table covered with purple cloth.

The young wizards from the four academies gathered around the stage, enthusiastically discussing who would teach them.

"I hope it's Professor Flitwick." Hermione clenched her wand excitedly, her face flushed. "He was a champion when he was young!"

Afro touched Hermione's tied hair with pity, without bursting her fantasy.

Poor little angel Hermione was going to be disappointed.

"Professor McGonagall too--" Harry's words got stuck in his throat. He saw Lockhart wearing an expensive robe, with Snape standing next to him with a sullen face.

"How much money did he give to actually hire Snape?" Afro looked at Snape, a worker who was obviously exuding resentment, and couldn't help but complain aloud.

Snape, who was very close to them, glanced at Avro, and that look seemed to say "You're done!"

Afro quietly hid behind Harry.

What a mouth she has!

"Everyone come closer!" Lockhart waved his arms to signal everyone to be quiet and come closer.

Lockhart explains why he's hosting the club, interspersed with advertising for his new book.

"Let me introduce my assistant Snape!" Lockhart smiled charmingly and nodded to the girls in the front row.

Those girls were smiling like crazy and making unknown noises from their mouths.

"It would be great if they just killed each other!" Ron muttered softly, hoping that Lockhart and Snape would both be defeated!

Snape and Lockhart showed the little wizards what fighting is. Lockhart threw his small cloak into the group of girls, which received another round of screams and cheers.

Snape took the lead and cast a spell, knocking Lockhart's wand away.

Lockhart said awkwardly that he was giving in to Snape.

Snape's face was so dark that ink could drip out of it. If Dumbledore hadn't asked him to come, he really didn't want to communicate with this big fool!

"Okay, now we need to find two students to demonstrate." Lockhart picked up his wand in a panic, pretended to cough twice, and immediately started the next process.

Afro was watching with great interest, but 23 in her mind couldn't help but interrupt her good mood.

"Xiao Afu, something's going on."

The bright smile froze on her face. She slightly frowned her pretty eyebrows, and her expression suddenly became a little unhappy. "2333, you'd better be in trouble!"

23 in the system space flashed a few codes and spoke cautiously, "There's something wrong with that girl."

“Parkinson’s?”

Afro glanced at the crowd briefly and indeed did not see the strange girl.

"Where did she go?"

23 directly pulled up the map of Hogwarts and showed it to Afro. A red triangle with the name "Parkinson" written on it was moving constantly.

It's just that the speed and place of movement are not something a human can do.

"What are they doing?"

It's obvious at first glance that it's the bad system that's causing trouble.

Afro asked 23 to continue looking at the map while she followed the route to find Parkinson.

Cedric, who was instructing his junior in practice in the crowd, noticed a familiar figure disappearing at the door of the auditorium.

"Sorry, I'm busy right now." Cedric hurriedly apologized to the Hufflepuff junior and followed Afro out of the hall.

Afro, who knew nothing, followed the system map all the way to the edge of the forbidden forest.

She looked at the unusually eerie woods in the dark night. The swaying black shadows of the trees seemed like ferocious beasts with bared fangs and claws, waiting for innocent prey to walk in.

"Why do villains like to have secret conversations in the wild?"

"Maybe there's that feeling?" 23 locked onto Parkinson's position. She hadn't moved since they came to the Forbidden Forest, as if she knew they were coming.

"Xiao Afu, be careful, there may be a scam!"

Afro walked cautiously towards Parkinson's location. The shadows of the trees were swaying, and a black-haired girl was squatting on the ground plucking chicken feathers.

"It turns out that the system is a vixen!"

Afro hid behind a tree trunk and poked his head out to take a careful look. Parkinson had been squatting there for ten minutes, plucking chicken feathers.

"Who said that! We are produced on an assembly line!" 23 jumped up and down in the system space to refute! That was just a collective behavior, it can't be extended to the whole!

"No wonder the system is worthless now, it seems like you are an assembly line! Are you the 23rd one?"

When 23 heard his own model number, the light dimmed a little, and he said aggrievedly, "We are counting backwards, there are 9853 seniors ahead of me."

Afro: ...

Finally I know why they were sent to the wrong world.

"Why do we have to come watch someone pluck a chicken in the middle of the night?"

Afro wrapped herself tightly in her little cloak, not understanding why she had to give up the hustle and bustle of the club and run out to blow in the cold wind!

So Parkinson squatted by the Black Lake and plucked the chicken feathers, and Afro squatted behind a tree and watched her pluck the chicken feathers.

Ten minutes later, footsteps were heard again from the depths of the forest. It sounded like there was more than one person.

"Who's coming again?"

23 adjusted the surveillance camera and saw the tall Hagrid walking towards him with a wronged look on his face, leading Filch, who was too annoyed to pay any attention to him.

"It was Hagrid. He said someone stole his chickens."

Afro was about to stand up and leave when she was suddenly pulled into a familiar and warm embrace.

The aquatic, woody scent enveloped her.

"Shh, someone is coming."