HP: I was doing all sorts of things at Hogwarts

This was not Avro's first time taking Muggle transportation. Compared to Apparating, taking Muggle transportation was much more troublesome.

"Once you learn how to apparate, you won't have to worry about it like this." Aphra nodded and thought to herself.

It was a bit troublesome, but Avro was still extremely willing to go through all the trouble just to be by his side.

……

Avro found the house where Oliver lived - it was in a Muggle apartment building. The conditions were average, so he was probably staying temporarily. She knocked on the door, but no one answered.

She pushed the door, but it didn't move. Aphra looked around and wondered if Oliver lived with his teammates...

The door opposite opened, and a tall boy stuck his head out and looked at Aphra warily.

Avro glanced at his clothes and saw that they were Puddlemere United's navy blue robes. Avro knew for sure, "I am a wizard, come to see Wood."

"He lives here alone." The man pointed to the door that Aphra knocked on just now, "Tell your voice lower." After that, he closed the door.

So indifferent?

"..." Avro pursed her lips and looked at the closed door again.

"Open the Alaho hole." Avro whispered softly, and the door opened, revealing a crack... Are you so undefended?

How big of a heart these two have.

Avro opened the door, and the living room was extremely dark, with no light and no breath of life.

"Fluorescence." Avro raised her wand to show herself the way.

Only then could she see the overall situation of the house. One room and one living room were small and extremely messy.

The floor of the living room is piled with wine bottles. I don’t know how many days they have been drinking.

Avro accidentally kicked one, and the bottles collided with each other, making a crisp sound.

"Well……"

She was startled and looked towards the sofa. There was a dark blue object lying on the sofa.

Is it Oliver?

Aphra walked forward cautiously, reached out and pulled Oliver's arm, turning him over. The wand hit Oliver's face, and Aphra could see his handsome face clearly.

His face was bright red, his eyes were closed tightly, and his eyelashes were long and distinct.

"Wake up, you idiot!" Avro shouted, but there was no response.

Avro reached out and touched his forehead. Fortunately, it didn't feel too hot.

Drink like this...

Avro sighed and poked Oliver's cheek with her wand, "Fool...it's just a competition. If you don't have a job, I'll take care of you."

She waved her magic wand, and the wine bottles scattered on the ground floated up. A large bag flew out from the kitchen, and the wine bottles automatically got into the bag one by one.

If Avro was in trouble again, she wouldn't know how to sober up.

If you ask your mother or Mrs. Weasley...well...it seems that she will have to put a double-way mirror on the agenda, which is quite convenient.

Avro fumbled for the light in the room, and with a "pop" sound, the light came on, and the house became brighter.

Can I pour some cold water on it?

Avro thought about it, if this caused him to get sick... wouldn't it? Oliver is strong and healthy and should be fine.

That's what she thought, but of course she didn't dare to do it.

Let's throw him on the bed first. This seems to be the easiest way.

Aphra didn't want to help a drunkard, so she used a levitating spell to carry Oliver back to the room.

The drunken Oliver was very good. He subconsciously got back into bed and covered himself with the quilt.

"Aphro..." Oliver whispered softly, "Don't leave me..."

"Okay." Avro's sharp ears heard Oliver's whisper, she curled her lips and smiled.

fool.

The next second, Aphra grabbed his arm, used her hands hard, and fell backwards, like plucking a carrot, and Oliver fell headfirst off the bed and fell to the ground.

Avro brushed her blond hair from her forehead and cleared her throat, "The water is as clear as a spring."

A stream of water spurted from the tip of the wand and poured over Oliver's head.

It was probably cold water. Oliver fluttered his eyelashes, and with a shudder, he immediately opened his eyes. Oliver wiped his face and looked around suspiciously.

When his eyes touched Aphra, Oliver was stunned.

Nothing happened.

He just stared stupidly at Aphra's beautiful face.

Avro's affectionate blue eyes are like a pool of spring water, capable of containing the true feelings of the world.

"Are you stupid?" Avro raised her eyebrows and lifted his chin, making him look at her more directly.

Water droplets fell on his thick eyelashes, and he shook off two drops in the blink of an eye, which made Oliver look even more pure and ignorant.

"Sure enough, it's okay to be drunk, you can have everything in your dreams." Oliver laughed, his smile clearly filled with self-deprecation, and bitterness spread to the corners of his mouth.

"It seems that she still hasn't woken up." Aphro thought, which physical attack is better, a slap, or using clear water like a spring?

While she was thinking, Oliver restlessly opened his arms, stretched out his hands, and hugged her tightly, his voice full of grievances.

"I lost seven..." As soon as Oliver said the words, tears fell down and fell on Aphra's shoulders, making them wet.

Avro did miss Oliver.

However, she couldn't bear it.

Didn't he know that he had been soaked in wine for several days? !

Aphra pushed Oliver away and stood up angrily. Oliver hugged Aphra's thigh and shouted, "I caught the Quaffle!"

"..." Avro felt that it was a mistake for her to come here, and she should let Wood fend for himself.

Avro dragged her legs and took a small step with difficulty. Oliver was like a pendant, stuck to her legs. As she moved step by step, Oliver was dragged along the ground.

Avro first dragged him to the closet and dug out a set of clothes, and then dragged him to the bathroom.

All the way into the bathroom.

Avro filled the small bathtub with hot water. She reached out and calmly unbuttoned Oliver's clothes.

Merlin on top, she was just happy to help, and making a boy clean again was something she was always passionate about.

Peel the egg, push the egg into the water, and let it lie in the hot water to soak.

Avro found a stool, sat next to the small bathtub and watched.

Merlin, she was just afraid that the eggs would be too cooked, which would be bad.

A drunk person cannot do anything well independently. Judging from the previous reactions of Draco and Aisili, Aphra was convinced.

"Gulu gulu...#&*$"

Suddenly there was a series of gurgling sounds. Avro looked over and saw that Oliver had changed from lying down to face down and his face sank into the water. Avro was so frightened that he quickly fished Oliver up.

Otherwise, there would be wizarding news the next day, with a wizard drowning in a bathtub.

Avro couldn't help but smile as soon as she thought about it.

With such a smile, Oliver became more awake and his brain finally started to work.

who is he? Where is he now? Who is in front of him?

Oliver touched Aphra's cheek, which was close at hand, and pinched it at the same time.

You can touch it! Not a dream!

Oliver shrank into a ball in fear, his face was hot, and he stammered, "Why are you here?!"

"Do you have any objection? This is your home? You are so lenient." Avro asked back.

"This is where I live...right?" Oliver began to doubt himself.

Avro coughed twice, "After washing, put on clothes, come out and talk."

She stood up and walked out of the bathroom.

Oliver breathed a sigh of relief and looked down at himself, his scalp numb.

I don’t know whether it’s worse to be exposed in front of my sweetheart in a drunken and decadent state, or whether it’s worse to be naked and naked in front of my long-lost sweetheart.

Oliver stood up slowly. There was a brand new set of clothes on the shelf next to him. They belonged to him, but he couldn't remember when he bought them. He had never worn them, so it was hard for Avro to dig them out.

He didn't know how difficult it would be for Avro to dig out a suit that barely suited his liking from his meager and single-style clothes.

"Wood," Avro's voice sounded outside, "Are all the clothes in the closet yours?"

"Yes..." Oliver was stunned. Has he become Wood? Not Oliver anymore?

When Oliver came out, Aphra sat on the bed and looked down at something in her hands.

Oliver's dirty dark blue uniform was pitifully thrown to the ground.

Avro had already changed into a top - the one she just wore was stained by Oliver's tears and smelled of alcohol, and she really didn't want to keep it.

Oliver didn't have any girls' clothes here, so Aphra put on one of Oliver's Muggle T-shirts, which was a little too big and hung loosely on her body.

Anyway, there was no smell anymore, so Avro was slightly satisfied.

Her blond hair hung casually on her shoulders, and part of it was buried in her T-shirt.

Oliver observed her unconsciously. Her brows had changed a lot, but she still seemed to have the same expression, smiling and talking.

Hearing the footsteps, Avro raised his head with a relaxed expression.

"How are you, are you awake?" Avro asked, folding paper in her hand. The paper was folded into small strips, and she put it into her pocket.

"Wake up." Oliver was extremely embarrassed. He scratched his head. He was so embarrassed. He was embarrassed to be with his sweetheart in this situation.

"I'm glad I don't have to chat with a drunkard." Avro smiled, "Mr. Wood, please see clearly, I am not a Quaffle."

Oliver wished he could disapparate away.

"You'd better not disapparate. You should do it with a clear mind. You don't want any body parts to fall here and become separated, right?"

Avro saw through his mind at a glance, leaving Oliver dumbfounded.

"You, you know Legilimency?" Oliver asked dryly.

"I've been studying recently. Sorry, I couldn't control this ability as I wanted. I accidentally looked at it." Aphra apologized unapologetically.

Oliver immediately stopped looking at her. He was worried that her thoughts would be seen by her.

"Don't worry." Avro teased.

"..." I am even more worried.

"You clean up your home, and then I'll take you out to eat." Avro informed him, not giving him a chance to choose.

Oliver always relied on her. He said hello quietly and started to tidy up his room. He touched the pocket of his dark blue jersey and asked anxiously, "Where is my letter?"

"What letter?" Avro asked easily, leaning against the door.

"Nothing..." Oliver shook his head immediately. He wouldn't say it was a letter written by Aphra. That letter was the letter she promised to watch the Quidditch finals with him last year.

In the letter, Aphra made a lot of coquettish statements, and she also told him that she believed that he would stand in the Quidditch World Cup Finals sooner or later.

Oliver always carried it with him and never lost it.

"One of my things...wasn't found." Oliver rushed out of the room and searched all over the living room.

"Is something like that important?" Avro asked.

"Important," Oliver replied firmly, without thinking.

"Forget it," Avro coaxed.

"That won't work-"

"At worst, I'll write you a few more letters." Avro interrupted him, and Oliver stopped searching.

"Did you see it?" Oliver asked stupidly.

Avro nodded affirmatively, "I saw it, I saw it with both eyes, and I remembered it in my mind."

She handed the note in her pocket to Oliver, who took it silently. Should I say embarrassment or relief?

There is a kind of relaxation that has been hidden for a long time and revealed to the world.

This love must be shown to her thoroughly.

Oliver stood in front of her blankly, and Aphra secretly turned red.

"In ten minutes, we'll go out to eat. I'll wait for you at the door." Aphra hurriedly dropped these words, walked around Oliver, and went out.

As the door closed and the light clicked, Oliver moved his fingers and put the letter into his breast pocket.

Twenty minutes later, the two were sitting in a Muggle restaurant.

The T-shirt Avro was wearing was shrunk to a suitable size by her magic, so the two of them didn't look out of place at all in the Muggle restaurant.

"how are things?"

Oliver secretly despised himself for being so stupid. They hadn't seen each other for nearly a year, and the first sentence they sat down to talk to each other, he actually asked such a cliché.

"Very good, good in every aspect." Avro answered generally, without saying how she was in detail.

But Oliver wanted to know what was going on with her so much. He couldn't wait to know everything about her this year right away.

When corresponding with Percy, he would mention some of them, but I don't know whether he did it intentionally or not.

"You came to Provence with Puddlemere United, did you have some fun here?"

Avro didn't just ask him how he was doing, but asked him if he had gone out to play.

She could also make a guess. He was a Quidditch fanatic. He must have never gone out for a walk except playing basketball. And after losing for so long, he must be even more in the mood.

Sure enough, Oliver shook his head honestly, "No, no time."

"Really?" Avro frowned and quickly relaxed, "Just in time, I'm here, you have to entertain me and go shopping with me, right?"

Oliver nodded subconsciously and asked doubtfully, with a hint of expectation in his tone, "What are you doing in France?"

"Come dig lavender." Avro said angrily.

"really?"