HP: I was doing all sorts of things at Hogwarts

"Similar to the relationship between me and Filch," Avro got to the point and said meaningfully to Ron, "the enemy of my enemy is my friend."

"..." Ron felt like he was growing brainy recently, and he scratched his head, "You continue."

"Since the first day today, some people have already disliked Umbridge, the person sent by the Ministry of Magic. If people who don't trust Harry hate Umbridge, people who trust Harry also hate Umbridge... …”

Avro's eyes were bright, and Ron nodded accordingly. He looked at Avro and sincerely praised, "You are so smart."

"Not at all..." Avro, who had always listened to others' praises with peace of mind, suddenly felt a little embarrassed. She avoided Ron's eyes and looked forward.

"You are really awesome," Ron praised her enthusiastically, "It was Christmas the year before I entered school. Fred and George gave you the address of my room, trying to tease me, but you found out Yes, right?"

"It happened so long ago, do you still remember it?" Avro couldn't remember clearly, but Ron knew everything about her family.

"And when we were in first grade, you found Nico Flamel very easily, but it took us a long time to find him."

"Also, Scabbers is Peter's business, and you discovered it very quickly. When the cat holding Wood caught him, I didn't even react."

Ron was talking one by one, and Avro waited for him to finish, then asked funnyly: "You remember it so clearly, you won't like me, right?"

"How, how is it possible!" Ron's eyes widened and he stammered, his voice echoing several times in the castle.

"I'm just kidding, don't be so reactive..." Avro was speechless. It was over. It was too much. This silly kid really couldn't talk to him the same way he talked to Blaise.

"You - you come here with your mouth open, and there is no words in your mouth. I don't bother to pay attention to you, and I can't take you seriously!" Ron finished speaking in one breath, and then added angrily, "Even if I believe in Gu Ling Even the goblins in the pavilion won’t believe your words!”

"Okay..." Avro said in a low voice, as if she was hurt.

Ron glanced at her cautiously, and Aphra pointed to the wall, exaggerating, "Ah! Spider!"

"Help!" Ron jumped up immediately, grabbed Avro's shoulders and hid behind her, "Where is it? Where is it! Destroy it!"

"I lied to you." Avro pursed her lips, "Because I opened my mouth and there was not a single word that could be heard - but some people still believed my lies."

"..." Ron thought, why didn't Digory line him up with Greengrass? It really beats him.

With many thoughts on his mind, Ron lay down on the soft Gryffindor bed, pulled down the curtains, and fell asleep after a long time.

……

The next morning, Hermione sat in the Great Hall, holding her chin and staring at Ron, and asked quietly, "It was your first night patrol yesterday. How did you feel?"

She had an inexplicable feeling that there was something wrong with Ron.

He wouldn't like it too...

Ron rubbed his eyes and muttered, "That's it, nothing special... Harry, help me fork some sausages."

"Here's a plate for you." Harry pushed the plate in front of Ron. The plate was empty except for a single sprout.

"Thank you." Ron sighed, quite speechless.

"You're welcome, did you talk about anything last night?" Harry asked, his eyes twinkling.

As soon as he arrived at the auditorium yesterday, Ron told Harry that he and Aphra were on night watch.

"It's nothing, just..." Ron felt hot all over when he thought of Avro teasing him. He glanced wildly and stabbed the last sausage with his fork. "Avro asked Hermione a few questions. They also say that the enemy of our enemy is our friend... To unite, we need to find a common enemy or something like that.”

"..." Hermione's attention was attracted by these words and was no longer on Ron, nor was she looking at him with a look that could see into his heart. This made Ron relieved.

Harry also followed Hermione's example and held his chin, staring directly at Ron.

Ron was originally a prefect, but he happened to be in the same group as Aphra, but that's fine, he wasn't Malfoy or Diggory.

Harry felt slightly relieved, but also felt a little jealous and annoyed for no reason.

"When did you call her Aphra?" Harry, with his keen ears, asked Ron in a complicated tone.

"Really?" Ron raised his head in confusion, a little innocently.

"Harry, is your focus not right?" Hermione muttered dissatisfiedly, and Ron nodded repeatedly.

"Okay, let's continue. What did Aphra say?" Harry had to give up the topic for the time being. Why did he feel that Ron was also in danger?

Ron lowered his head again, his tone as if nothing had happened, "Yes, that's it. I think what she said makes sense."

"Hmm..." Hermione nodded, "It makes sense. The common enemy...realizes that the danger is coming...organizes everyone, unites?"

Hermione wanted to sigh, but when she saw Harry was in a daze and Ron lowered his head and couldn't see his expression, she wished she could punch them both to wake them up.

"Okay, let's go to class." Hermione waved her hands irritably, "At least now, I think it's unrealistic for me to unite with these annoying guys."

This was true, because when Harry and the three of them were walking on the road, friends they knew and didn't know were trying to avoid them, for fear that they would say something dangerous.

And Harry found to his dismay that their attitude towards Cedric was much better, even completely different, and the students were still willing to talk to Cedric.

But when Harry heard Cedric also saying that Voldemort was back, the students would still flee.

No matter who said this, no one wanted to believe it.

Harry was depressed for several days, and he began to wonder if he had gone crazy.

Hermione was paying more attention to the Daily Prophet than she had been last year, and according to her, she wanted to pay attention to whether Dumbledore and Harry were being reported in the newspapers—that is, nonsense.

She also thought about Avro's words, the enemy of her enemy is her friend?

"Tomorrow is the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the new school year," Ron said worriedly. "I heard from Avro that their senior class has already had it, and it was very scary."

"Terrible? What kind of class can be called scary? Or coming from her mouth?" Hermione frowned.