HP: I was doing all sorts of things at Hogwarts

Avro bluntly said, "Girls like handsome guys, especially Mr. Black."

boast! Praise!

Avro's words were half true and false, half flattering and half sincere. Although she didn't have much idea, a lot of people liked Sirius Black's face.

Harry silently drank the wine in his glass, successfully choking himself.

"Cough, cough, cough..." Harry's face turned red from holding back, and he turned his head in embarrassment.

"Good buddy, what's wrong with you?" Ron asked in confusion while eating the food.

The others also stopped talking and focused on Harry.

"What's the matter, Harry?" Sirius asked him too.

Hermione and Ginny stopped whispering and looked at Harry worriedly.

Hermione was so happy that she thought that Harry had been having a headache recently. She clapped her hands and said, "Harry, do you have a headache again?"

"Headache?" Avro didn't know, she looked at Harry doubtfully.

"Well... it's not a big problem, just occasionally." Harry subconsciously didn't want her to worry, so he shook his head firmly.

Sirius tapped the cup slowly, thinking about the possibility of seducing Harry.

Harry has a very good-looking face and inherited the excellent genes of his parents, but he also perfectly inherited James' emotional intelligence. He definitely can't do it alone.

But let’s give it a try and create a chance for my dear godson.

I guess Miss Greengrass is also drunk, so the atmosphere must be good.

Sirius still didn't understand Aphra well enough.

In fact, it doesn’t take much effort at all.

"Miss Greengrass, could you please take Harry back to his room?" Sirius raised his eyebrows and said to Aphra.

Avro nodded curtly.

Harry waved his hands wildly, "I really don't feel any pain, I really don't feel any pain!"

"Then what happened to you just now?" Ron asked bluntly.

"..." Could Harry say he was choking? cannot.

Harry closed his eyes, with a look of helplessness and despair, "Okay, I feel hurt, let's go."

"Okay, let's go." Avro suppressed a smile. She had already seen that there was nothing wrong with Harry.

Ron patted Harry on the shoulder and said sympathetically, "Go quickly, buddy, and have a good rest."

"...Okay, thank you." Harry said aggrievedly.

Hermione took advantage of the drink to secretly smile with success.

She could also tell that Harry didn't have a headache at all now. No need to thank her, take your chance, poor boy.

Harry stood up suspiciously and walked hesitantly upstairs. Avro also walked slowly behind him. Seeing Harry walking with his head down in a depressed manner, Avro secretly smiled and supported his arm.

She suspected he would throw himself to death.

"Third floor?" Avro kindly reminded Harry that he had already climbed several floors in silence and was probably about to reach the top.

"Oh..." Harry reacted, came back to his senses, and opened the door to his room, "I'm already fine, how about we go down?"

"That's no good. If you were good at it, wouldn't Dumbledore be heartbroken?" Avro joked.

This is a strange thing to say, but it seems impossible to refute it.

Harry sighed and nodded, "Okay then, I'll take a good rest myself, and you can go back."

"?" Avro was shocked.

This kid...

Avro twitched the corners of her lips uncomfortably, "Then shall I go?"

"Yeah." Harry simply agreed.

Avro was silent for a while, then looked at him again, "How about I take a break too?"

"Huh?" Harry was puzzled, Harry was confused, Harry was ecstaticjpg. "That's okay..."

"It's so reluctant, then I'm leaving." Avro turned around to leave.

Harry stammered quickly to persuade him to stay, "You'd better take your time, I see you've drank a lot too..."

"You're right." Aphra reluctantly entered Harry's room.

Harry brought two chairs over and the two of them just sat there.

Avro rubbed her temples, with a faint aroma of wine lingering around her body. She covered her mouth and yawned, her blue eyes moist, "I heard they said you've been having headaches lately. Have you gone to St. Mungo's?"

"No need." Harry waved his hand, "St. Mungo's can't see what the problem is."

"How would you know if you didn't go? Or is it something else..." Avro raised an eyebrow, "Is it because of the sequelae of what happened in the cemetery before?"

"Not really," Harry saw her asking, so he had no choice but to tell her, "but it does have something to do with Voldemort. My headache... to be precise, it's scar pain. Ever since he was resurrected, I have always dreamed about the scene that night, And always dreaming about him—what he was doing.”

A look of pain appeared on Harry's face, "These dreams are so real that I almost thought I was him——"

"You are not," Avro said with relief, "Don't worry, you are ten thousand times stronger than him."

"...Thank you." Harry didn't want to explore whether she was sincere or fake, so this sentence was very useful to him, "I don't want to mention my scar too much, I don't want them to worry, let alone..."

"You don't want them to think you are weak?" Avro asked sharply.

"Yes." Harry turned his head and looked at her, "You're right, I'm not trying to be a hero, it's just that I always feel that I have to shoulder my responsibilities and can't be too weak."

Avro was silent, she often had this thought.

The reason for this idea is that Harry is too sensible.

"Your responsibility?" Avro shook her head, "This is not your responsibility alone. Everyone who desires peace has this responsibility. You really..."

Say what?

You really don’t have to shoulder too much?

Put yourself in Aphra's shoes, if someone said this to Aphra, Aphra would be moved for a minute, but not listen.

Whether you are forced to shoulder responsibilities or take the initiative, you have to pay the price and cannot avoid it.

"If you really...want to take control of yourself, then work hard to become stronger?" Avro narrowed her eyes and smiled slyly, "Just like the Triwizard Tournament, do your best."

"Do your best..." Harry lowered his eyes and his eyes lit up, "Of course, I can do it."

"Can you dream about Voldemort?" Avro thought of Tom.

She and Tom were synaesthetized, but she could cut it off. If Harry was going to be bothered by Voldemort... would he be bothered?

Does he also need to cut off the connection between the two?

Avro had a plan in her mind, and she thought that maybe she could help a bunch of these unlucky children.