People in Hogwarts, holding scripts and systems

Cedric bent down and wrapped Aphrodite in his cloak, holding her in his arms and walked in the opposite direction of Filch.

"Cedric? Why are you here?"

"Just passing by." Cedric lowered his head slightly, looked down at the little head sticking out of the chest, and his thin lips raised a slight arc.

He rubbed the furry little head hard and stuffed it back into his clothes.

"ah!"

Afro, who couldn't see the road, was pushed to the ground and her steps became disordered. Cedric supported her waist in time to steady her body.

"careful!"

Hiding in the cloak, Afro could even feel the vibration of Cedric's chest when he spoke. They were very close, Cedric's chin was on top of her head, and his Adam's apple gently rubbed against her forehead.

Aphrodite's eyelashes, as thick as thin fans, trembled twice. She leaned her face against Cedric's chest, listening to his strong heartbeat, and felt a sense of calm and relief.

Her long hair, which was not tied up, fell to her waist, just brushing against his hand, quietly and itching Cedric's heart.

No one else saw that the famously gentle Hufflepuff senior hid a little girl under his cloak, in his arms, and in his heart.

Back in the castle's foyer, Cedric reluctantly let go of Aphrodite.

Afro pulled down the cloak covering her head, and her light golden curly hair flew up on her head like a strong wind.

His slender fingers weaved through her hair, leaving a few strands of unruly hair hanging on her forehead. Cedric impatiently pushed the loose hair hanging on her forehead behind Afro's ears, and gently brushed her earlobe with his fingertips.

Afro's body trembled slightly when her sensitive ears were touched. She lowered her head shyly, pursed her lips and muttered something quietly, her voice as silent as snowflakes falling to the ground.

"Let's go back." Cedric quietly held Afro's hand and pulled it hard. Afro followed his force and left the place.

The club in the auditorium was still in full swing, and most people didn't notice that Afro and Cedric came in together. Except for a few boys who had been looking for Afro.

After seeing Afro was safe and sound, Harry put everything that had just happened on the stage behind him. He squeezed through the crowd and walked towards his god.

"Aphrodite, where have you been?"

Harry greeted Cedric with a fake smile, as if he had just seen him, and then pulled Avro back to Gryffindor's seat.

"I, I had something urgent to do, and I ran into Cedric on the way back." Afro gave a brief explanation, hiding the fact that he had gone to the Forbidden Forest and plucking chicken feathers with Parkinson.

"Have you forgotten what we said, Pot!" Draco walked over proudly, not thinking that there was anything wrong with a little snake like him always trying to get into a group of lions.

Afro looked at Hermione and Ron suspiciously, asking with her eyes what had happened while she was away.

"Afro, Pot is now my defeated opponent!"

"You didn't win just now! Besides, I didn't agree to your bet!"

When Avro left, Lockhart asked Harry and Ron to demonstrate on the stage, but Snape replaced Ron on the grounds that his wand was broken.

While they were bowing, Draco told Harry that whoever lost would have to quit pursuing Aphrodite.

In the end, the two ended up in a draw, one flew out horizontally and the other flew out vertically.

"So exciting! I actually missed it!" After hearing Hermione's description, Afro could already imagine how fun this duel was!

"Is this the point?" Draco was so angry when he heard Afro's focus go off the track that he reached out and tapped her plump forehead.

Afro covered her forehead and looked at him with tears in her eyes, her eyes full of accusations.

"Okay, the club is disbanded." Hermione quickly put her arm around Afro, checked her forehead, and took her out of the hall first.

Can these lunatics please stay away from Afro?

The firewood in the fireplace crackled, filling the room with a faint wood fragrance, and the warm light it released illuminated the entire room.

"Harry, why don't you say you're a Parseltongue?"

As soon as he entered the lounge, Ron started talking, and without caring whether there was anyone else in the room, he directly dropped an explosive piece of news.

"What's Parseltongue?"

Afro, who missed the important plot, has not yet caught up with the train of thought. They were just laughing at Lockhart's embarrassment, but how come the topic jumped to Parseltongue?

"You're a Parseltongue!" Ron pushed Harry onto the sofa and repeated loudly after making sure no one was in the room. "You can talk to snakes!"

Harry laughed nonchalantly, "I know, I've scared my cousin before, so what!"

“I know everyone can do it.”

"Harry." After understanding the whole story, Afro spoke with difficulty. She felt pain in her heart, "Not everyone can do this."

When Harry heard what Afro said, his smile froze on his face, looking a little funny.

"But, I said keep it away from Justin."

"What, stay away?" Ron widened his eyes in disbelief, because Harry's expression when he spoke was as if he was commanding a snake to do something bad.

"You speak another language." Hermione cleverly pointed out the most crucial point in this conversation.

Harry was even more confused, he was speaking another language.

"Few people can do that, Harry." Afro added. She sat beside Harry and gently smoothed the hair that stuck up at the back of his head. "Do you know what this means?"

Harry stared at Afro with wet eyes, like a young animal lost in the forest.

"Slytherin's representative is the snake, and its founder can speak Parseltongue."

"So, I am—"

"No, Harry," Avro interrupted him, "it just means someone is connecting the two things together."

"He said you're the heir." Ron had learned to answer quickly. His expression was slightly exaggerated as he said, "You're his great-great ...

Aphrodite and Hermione glanced helplessly at Ron, who was inexplicably excited, and sighed together.

"Then Harry will be treated at Hogwarts..."

Hermione gave Harry a sympathetic look. There wouldn't be a single semester where they would study in peace.

"Don't worry about it, everything will work out when the time comes!" Seeing that everyone was in a heavy mood, Afuluo took the initiative to change the subject, hoping that they could liven up the conversation.

"Christmas is almost here! What are our plans?"

When Hermione heard about the Christmas plan, she jumped off the sofa excitedly and clapped her hands vigorously, "I have already found out where the laundry room is!"

"Perfect!" Afro snapped his fingers and turned his head to look at Ron.

Ron scratched his head, turning his red hair into a mess, and smiled sheepishly, "Can we not bring Malfoy?"

"No, the most important part of the potion still depends on him!"

"And Draco can help us infiltrate Slytherin."

"Do you have to take him with you?"

It's snowing heavily outside the window, there's noise in the warm room, and my best friends and the people I love are all around me.