HP: I was doing all sorts of things at Hogwarts

"Then did you tell Dumbledore?" Avro asked him after thinking about it.

"Later..." Harry said reluctantly.

Why is he reluctant? Avro mused.

"What about Sirius?" Avro asked again.

"I told him, but I didn't say much because I was afraid he would worry." Harry forced a smile.

Ever since Voldemort was resurrected, an invisible mountain had weighed him down. He would wake up from a dream in the middle of the night and be covered in sweat.

Fortunately, everyone close to him came to accompany him, which made him feel a lot better.

"Okay..." Avro nodded, respecting his idea and not trying to persuade him.

"Then if you feel uncomfortable, you can tell me." Avro said softly.

Harry's eyes were narrowed and he didn't answer her.

"Because I am very strong, and I also hope to help you." Aphra looked away, lowered her head, not knowing where to look, so she turned her gaze to Harry's desk.

Harry's desk was also in a mess. Letters with the Hogwarts school crest were spread out on the desk.

"I'm just helping you, Harry, not a savior. Harry also needs help, right?" Avro looked up at him with a faint smile.

Not because of the savior...

"Okay." Harry felt warm in his heart, "Let's hook up."

Avro blinked, "What does hooking mean?"

"The Muggle method means promise, an oath." Harry held out his little finger.

Avro raised her eyebrows, "Then it's better to cast an Unbreakable Oath Spell."

Harry shook his head and refused. The Unbreakable Vow must be a disadvantage to her.

Avro followed his example and raised her little thumbs, and their little thumbs hooked together gently.

"Pull the hook and never regret it." Harry said rather childishly.

"Of course." Avro agreed simply.

"I didn't become a Gryffindor prefect," Harry said gloomily.

"Ah...Dumbledore didn't choose you?" Avro was a little surprised, "Who is that?"

"Ron." Harry didn't know what to say. He was indeed a little angry. It wasn't that he thought Ron was not qualified to be a prefect. He just doubted his ability and was a little disappointed.

"Ron's character is good for being a prefect. He doesn't like to take things personally." Avro also nodded.

"Does that mean I'm careless?" Harry and Aphra looked at each other, and then he smiled sheepishly.

"Look, aren't you just worrying about it now?" Avro teased him, "...Okay, do you really want to be a prefect?"

"No, I just feel that Dumbledore doesn't trust me. He doesn't tell me anything. I'm willing to take some responsibility, but they even want to hide the Order of the Phoenix meeting from me. The result is how to protect me. ?”

Harry shook his head, "I don't like this."

Avro nodded in agreement.

"I feel like I'm being protected by them because I'm the savior and I'm not qualified yet, so they won't tell me anything." Harry felt a little aggrieved. He had been holding back what he was saying for a long time and never talked to anyone else.

"Maybe it's just that the time is not right, they will let you know sooner or later." Avro thought for a while, but added, "After all, this war... will not lack you."

Harry also fell silent. He rubbed the scar, hissed, and took a breath.

"The scar hurts?" Avro asked seriously.

Harry had no time to listen to her. His vision was blurry and his mind was buzzing. He closed his eyes with a ferocious expression.

Aphra stretched out her hand, and Harry held her hand with difficulty. Aphra supported him and let him walk to the bed so that he could lie down on the bed and rest.

Harry squeezed her fingers, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.

"Don't go—" Harry murmured, deliriously.

He knew that Avro was beside him.

His brain was already occupied by Voldemort's snake face, his ears were filled with Voldemort's hissing, and Harry could even feel as if a sinister snake was slithering on the floor.

"Get away from me!" Harry hissed.

Avro held his hand tightly and comforted softly, "I'm here."

When Harry didn't respond, Aphra raised her voice and leaned into his ear, "It's okay, I'm here, you're safe."

"Help me..." Harry was restless, and the strength in his hands became stronger and stronger.

"Okay, I'll save you." Avro promised.

Harry muttered something, and Aphra responded. It wasn't until Harry was exhausted and fell asleep that Aphra let go of his hand and exited his room.

She was leaning against the wall between Harry's room and her own, still reeling.

Sirius quietly went upstairs and was startled when he saw Aphra in the dark, "Miss Greengrass, I thought you had gone to rest."

"Not yet..." Aphra didn't know whether to tell Sirius about Harry's situation, she pursed her lips, "I just came out of Harry's room and went to rest right away - has everyone dispersed?"

"Well," Sirius looked tired, it was already very late, "Harry, does your head still hurt?"

"It's not that he has a headache," Avro shook his head, "it's that his scar hurts - he's already asleep, he should be fine."

Seeing Sirius rushing into the room in a hurry, Aphra quickly stopped him and added.

"Let's go talk somewhere else." Aphra continued. The two of them looked in the direction of Harry's room, and Sirius nodded worriedly.

"Go to the fifth floor and be quiet." Sirius said.

Aphra followed Sirius to the fifth floor. Sirius lit the lamp and the corridor lit up.

There are three rooms on the fifth floor, two of which are identical. The door of the room on the right has a wooden sign nailed with a clear line of words "No entry without my express permission. Regulus Black."

More like Percy's style.

Avro didn't look away for a long time. Sirius noticed her eyes and looked over. His eyes were full of nostalgia and a little disgust. Maybe he didn't realize it himself, but they were full of regret.

"My brother's room. Ever since he put up this sign, I've never been in his room again." Sirius said calmly.

"His room...should have Slytherin green wallpaper, which I don't like." Sirius began to recall unconsciously.

Aphra didn't want to interrupt him, but she couldn't help but said, "I'm a Slytherin too, I like it."

"Okay," Sirius shrugged, "If it wasn't inappropriate, I should invite you into my room to have a look. It's all red wallpaper, posters of the Quidditch team, and Muggle beauties. ...Uh, photos." Sirius' words came to his lips and he immediately changed his words.

Avro raised her eyebrows, and when she saw Sirius looking guilty, she also had suspicions in her mind.

"Is it really inconvenient?" Avro asked deliberately to tease him, "I really want to see Mr. Black's room."