HP: I was doing all sorts of things at Hogwarts

Avro was speechless by his reaction and burst into laughter.

Still so cute.

She smiled slightly and said, "It's fake. Actually, I'm here to see my old lover. To be honest, I have a few from all over the world."

"...Really?" Oliver asked tentatively.

"Fake." Avro said angrily, "I'm here to find you."

"Why?" Oliver chuckled, but at the same time he was a little confused. How did she know what was wrong with her and her address?

"I miss you." Avro kept saying nothing sincerely.

Oliver lowered his head and muttered, "I miss you too."

He had the character to take every word she said seriously. Avro felt mixed emotions in her heart and sighed slightly.

"Let's have a good meal first. I guess you haven't eaten for a day, right?"

"Two days?" Oliver asked cautiously.

Avro glared at him, and Oliver kept silent, acting well-behaved, which was quite endearing.

……

Walking on the deserted street, the two of them were silent for a moment.

"I heard that the lavender in Provence is very beautiful. Shall we go and have a look?" Avro tilted her head and stretched out her hand, "Take me there."

"Now?" Oliver hesitated.

"Now." Avro held his hand. His hands were rough, caused by years of Quidditch training.

She pinched Oliver's thumb and said, "You are free anyway, so why don't you entertain me?"

"I'm afraid you're tired, so let's go. This season is when lavender is in full bloom." Oliver wrapped his big hand around Aphra's hand.

The breeze blew by, and the two disappeared without anyone noticing.

The lavender fields are vast and rolling, and the sea of ​​purple flowers turns a little yellow under the sunset, which is quiet and beautiful.

Oliver and Aphra were sitting side by side in the sea of ​​flowers. Aphra closed her eyes and blended into the lavender.

"I feel like I'm useless." Oliver tilted his head and stared at her with a sad expression.

"Yes." Avro snorted softly.

Oliver didn't expect this answer from her and was stunned for a moment.

"You should scold me," Aphra said unceremoniously. "It's too late to get any better. You weren't like this when you were at Hogwarts. Gryffindor lost a lot of games. You weren't like that." Just practice when you should?”

"That's true..." Oliver felt guilty after what she said and lowered his head.

However, it is quite comfortable to be said so.

What is his mentality?

Oliver spurned himself and asked tentatively: "Then I'll go train?"

"Well, the premise is to rest well first. How can you train if you are not in good health? How can you win the game if you don't train well?" Avro said firmly, "You still have to motivate your teammates. If you lose the game, it is not your fault alone. They No responsibility?"

"That makes sense... Then I have to drag them together to train them?" Oliver scratched his head.

Avro then thought about it, "How is your relationship with your teammates?"

"It's good," Oliver thought for a while, "Why do you ask this? They treat me well, but everyone's morale is low and we don't communicate much together. I think that's why we lose more and more."

"It doesn't matter, it won't be worse." Avro comforted, "After all, this season is over, and next season we have to start all over again, starting from scratch."

"Thank you for your...comfort?" Oliver breathed a sigh of relief. He was most afraid of others treating him as a pitiful guy and hurting himself. To be honest, he didn't need such comfort.

Avro smiled and said, "Okay, keep up the good work, I will always pay attention to you. If you don't fight well again, I will fly over and beat you."

"Don't worry, I won't let you down." Oliver cheered up, his eyes bright.

Avro opened her eyes, squinted and smiled at him. She was about to say something, when she saw an old man not far away, behind her.

She widened her eyes, held down Oliver's shoulders, and asked him to lower his body. The old man's figure completely appeared in front of Aphra.

Isn't this the old man who predicted it? It happened five or six years ago. I didn't expect to meet him in France, which was strange.

Avro pushed Oliver and pulled him aside, "Oliver, I know that gentleman and I want to have a chat with him."

"Shall I accompany you?"

"Okay." Avro nodded, and Oliver stood up and reached out to give Avro a hand.

Avro walked towards the old man. The old man glanced at her and looked her up and down. He immediately stroked his beard with a smile and bowed his hands, "Miss sir, do you want to marry me?"

"?" "?"

The two looked at each other and saw the surprise in each other's eyes.

Avro coughed, "Aren't you... a fortune teller?"

"Divination? You're talking about fortune telling, right? Fortune telling, Feng Shui calculations, fortune telling, children, marriage, I'll cover it all." The old man smiled even more, "Little girl, you look familiar to me. Have we met before?"

"Old sir, your business is really extensive..." The corners of Avro's mouth twitched, and she pursed her lips to make her expression less rude, "Well, we met before, in the UK, about five years ago."

"Five years ago... England?" The old gentleman fell into deep thought. "Oh, I have been to many places and met many people. Maybe I don't remember much... But," he paused, "but I and I Girls are destined to meet each other today, why don't you let me make another fortune for you?"

"Easy to say." Avro smiled, "How many galleons?"

"Fifteen Galleons." The old man priced the price with firm eyes.

Oliver tugged on Avro's sleeve, with a look of distrust on his face and vigilance in his eyes. He whispered to Aphra: "This person doesn't look reliable...don't trust him."

"It's okay," Avro held his hand with her backhand, her face full of comfort. If she saw this old man for the first time, she wouldn't believe it.

"Ten Galleons," Avro said calmly.

The old man had a calm expression on his face and said, "Girl, what we are doing is against God's will. Trading luck for food is really indispensable."

"..." Avro was full of doubts. She also had no experience in bargaining, so she remained silent for a while.

A lady wearing sunglasses came over and seemed to be attracted by the conversation. She pulled Avro's sleeve and said, "Little girl, I tell you, this won't work." She said to the old man again, "You can leave without us. I don't care about you, a fortune teller like you."

Avro didn't understand what she said, but she was pulled away by the lady obediently. The two of them didn't even look back. The old man shouted helplessly from behind: "Ten Galleons, ten Galleons!"

"Five galleons!" The lady waved her hand with a determined look on her face.

"...Hey, okay, okay!" the old man said helplessly, "Okay! Why are you joining in the fun?"