HP: I was doing all sorts of things at Hogwarts

July 31st.

Avro put on a beautiful Muggle skirt. The blue skirt was no more than her knees. She looked pure and alluring.

She picked up the gift she had prepared, and as soon as her hand touched the door key, her world began to spin. Less than a minute later, she stood in a strange room.

Avro stroked her skirt calmly, she made a mistake, she shouldn't have worn this.

She then looked around and was speechless for a while, so why were they in the same room?

The room was not very tidy, the quilt was not folded, several sets of clothes were thrown on the bed, and the desk was slightly messy.

Avro resisted the urge to cast magic. She walked out of the room and looked down the gap in the stairs. She was on the third floor.

And upstairs? She raised her head, and the empty and ancient stairs seemed to be waiting for her arrival.

For some reason, Avro had the urge to walk up.

However, as a guest, she was invited to the master's house. The first thing she should do was visit the master's living room.

Avro glanced twice and looked away.

She was just about to walk down when two "pop" sounds were heard, and Avro was hugged by two tall figures, one on the left and one on the right.

"Boss!" "Aphro——"

Avro was startled, "Ah... Fred, George, you are here too."

"Ah, yes, we are here too." Fred imitated her words with a smile on his face.

"Hmm...then everyone in your family is here?" Avro speculated.

"Yes, not entirely, Bill and Charlie are not here." George added.

Avro snapped her fingers before she wanted to speak, but Fred intercepted her words again, "Percy isn't here."

"Okay." Avro retracted her hand, "I'll go down to find Harry and Mr. Black. Is this Mr. Black's house?"

They both nodded.

"Yes, there are portraits hanging in the corridor on the first floor of Blake's old house. There is one who always makes a lot of noise and is yelled at by her every morning." Fred flattened his mouth.

"I would love to tape up her mouth..."

"You are guests." Avro rolled her eyes.

"Ah, it's not what I said, it was what Sirius said - although we all agree very much." George quickly put aside the relationship, but couldn't help but add in the end.

"...Okay, have you been here for many days?" Avro asked curiously. She didn't know anything now, but she had to ask carefully to understand the situation.

"About, half a month?" Fred recalled it carelessly and waved his hand.

"Okay...I'll chat with you later. I'll go find Mr. Black first..." Avro wanted to run away, but was pulled back by two people.

"Don't worry, Sirius is chatting with his parents. Don't rush to find him. Oh, why did you come directly to the third floor? I thought everyone was in the lobby on the first floor."

"Uh...what's going on on the third floor?" Avro asked in confusion.

"The third floor is Harry and Ronnie's room. They are not here either. They are chatting with Hermione and Ginny on the second floor."

"Okay," Avro frowned, strangely, "How do you know I came directly to the third floor?"

"When I heard the noise, I immediately apparated to see her. Sure enough, it's time for you to come." Fred and George pushed her towards the fourth floor.

"Hear something? Can you hear it even from a floor away? You have good ears." Avro questioned, and they looked at each other and smiled.

George explained kindly, "We live on the fourth floor and have recently developed something that I want to show you."

"That's no problem," Avro continued, "How many floors are there in total?"

"Five floors, the first floor is the living room and corridor, the second floor is Ginny and Hermione's temporary room, and the dining room, and the third floor is Harry and Ron - it seems that a room was cleared out for you yesterday, here, there …The fourth floor is where George, me and my parents live.”

I'll make it up later, I'll make up for it later.

"Where is the fifth floor?" Avro asked, "Mr. Black's residence?"

"Yes, it seems there is his younger brother." Fred didn't seem that curious. He seemed to have more important things to do.

George looked at Avro, "His brother seems to be called..."

"Hmm... Regulus Black?" Aphra had a good memory. She recalled the names mentioned by the elders when chatting. She lowered her voice and said, "He seems to be a Death Eater."

"It seems...those pure-blood families have these problems to some extent," George shrugged, "But Sirius is very different, and we like him."

"Like him?" Aphra was noncommittal. She had not been in contact with Sirius Black yet, but she remembered that he was handsome.

The three of them said and went upstairs. Fred and George took Avro to their room and laid out several gadgets.

"Retractable ears, you can listen to distant sounds... We recently used them to listen to the meeting, about the Phoenix -" Fred blinked and paused for two seconds, as if to give it away.

"Order of the Phoenix." Avro added, tapping the table with her knuckles, "The Order of the Phoenix is ​​meeting here?"

She thought about it again and smiled slightly, "Is it because of the retractable ears that you heard the movement on the third floor?"

"How do you know everything?" George was surprised. "How do you know about the Order of the Phoenix? The adults don't tell us anything. We work hard to find out every day."

Avro raised her eyebrows. Her father told her everything. It was normal for her to know something.

"Can you hear any useful information?" Avro thought, if they could hear something, the Order of the Phoenix could do nothing more than that.

"I didn't hear anything useful...but there are some bits and pieces of information." Fred said harshly.

"Okay, Order of the Phoenix..." Avro originally wanted to ask something specific, but I'm afraid they don't know either. It's better to ask Dumbledore directly.

"What about this?" Avro pointed to two small round balls - about the size of a small fingernail.

"Conversation, distant conversation, each person wears one and puts it in his ear." Fred handed one to Avro, and George looked at Fred and spread his hands.

"What about me?" George asked.

"Forgot you!" Fred pretended to be surprised, and the two of them wrangled together.

"Okay, copy spell?" Avro suggested.

"Ordinary magic has no effect on it!" Fred replied excitedly.

"This is the most different thing about it." George was also proud.

"Very good." Avro looked at it for a while and put it in her pocket. "You have more and more fantastic ideas."

"Money has been a bit tight lately." Fred said frankly.

"Okay." Avro nodded casually, "How much do you want?"

George was silent, and Avro glanced at him, "It's an investment. When you open a store and become the owner in the future, you will share my shares."

"That's no problem." George smiled, and Fred patted his chest.