HP: I was doing all sorts of things at Hogwarts

Avro's words silenced Fred and George.

"It's true. Polyjuice Potion... it would take too long to brew it yourself, and it would be too expensive to buy it out. It's not suitable for us." Fred said regretfully.

George hugged Avro, "I didn't expect you to skip class secretly early and didn't tell us."

"Then you know it now, the first one and the second one know it." Avro narrowed her eyes and smiled.

"I am first."

"not me."

The two quarreled, and Avro crossed her arms and stared at them.

"Okay, you can fight again later. Why did you just ask me if I contradicted Umbridge? Is there anything else in her class besides being useless?" Aphra stopped them and asked.

"Hmm...hard to say," Fred snapped his fingers.

"She says every day that someone contradicts her. As for the reason... maybe it's because you fell asleep in class, or maybe it's because you didn't read loud enough."

"Is she mentally ill?" Avro was dumbfounded, and she even felt that it was the right choice for her to ask someone to teach her.

"A bit, she may have blown up the crucible when she was a child, which caused problems here...you know." George said with a smile and pointed to his head.

Avro nodded, "I agree, okay, if nothing happens, I'll go practice the magic spell."

"Are you going to have no classes later?" Fred asked.

"Yes, it's Umbridge's, but someone will take care of it for me." Aphra raised her eyebrows and said easily.

While the three of them were talking, a Hufflepuff girl ran towards them. She gasped and told Avro: "Aphro, Olivia can't come. She's sick and needs to go to the hospital." Wing, do you think you can find one temporarily?"

"I...temporarily?" Avro frowned, "Where can I find...Fred?"

Fred was named and pointed to himself, "Me? Okay!"

"Then... I'm leaving now? Goodbye, Avro!" The girl ran away in a flash.

"Goodbye, Cathy." Avro waved goodbye to Hufflepuff's Cathy.

George patted Avro on the shoulder.

"I'll do it," George said eagerly, "let me do it! I can act better than him."

"I'm more settled than you!"

As soon as these words came out of Fred's mouth, both Aphra and George looked at him with contempt.

Does he understand how to write the word "anfen"?

Fred blinked, "I swear on Percy's prefect, no, chairman's badge, I'm doing a better job than George."

"Don't make trouble." Avro patted Fred's back gently, "Okay, then it's you."

Avro took out a bottle of Polyjuice Potion from her pocket and handed it to Fred, "It's already been added to my hair."

Fred rolled his eyes and said, "Okay." He took the polyjuice potion and drank it in one gulp.

After two seconds, the tall boy in front of him became shorter and thinner, and his hair gradually changed from short fiery red hair to long light blonde curly hair. Aphra stared at the other person in front of her and blinked.

Fred followed her example and blinked his bright blue eyes.

"Wow..." George reached out and pinched his cheek, and then pinched Avro's, "They all feel the same."

"Don't mess around." The two Aphras pushed George away at the same time. George's mouth curved and he held back.

Fred transformed into Aphra and went to class, while Aphra got into the empty classroom and locked the door.

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After finishing a lesson, Fred's appearance had not changed back, but Aphra was immersed in her own world and completely forgot about it.

Fred ran towards the auditorium, and everyone saw Aphra wearing Gryffindor's school robe, rushing to sit at the Gryffindor table, hugging George, "What's for dinner?"

Someone at the Hufflepuff table:?

Someone at the Slytherin table:!

'Aphro' glanced around and saw with satisfaction Harry and Ron's jaw dropped across from them.

He blinked, "Harry, Ron, what's wrong with you?"

George twitched the corners of his mouth and took off the hand on his shoulder.

He lowered his voice and leaned into 'Aphro''s ear, "You kid, just pretend."

"Well... I'm here to help you." Fred grinned brightly, "Hi, nice to meet you."

In the eyes of others, the conversation between the two seemed particularly intimate and ambiguous.

Harry pursed his lips, with a serious expression and a heavy heart.

Why can George and Avro hook up so naturally?

Harry's heart was shattered. One, two, three, four, five, what do you mean? It happens to be the same as what he likes? ?

Ron was also dumbfounded. He had never seen Avro like this...

'Aphro' ducked in and lay down in George's arms, "Oh, I want to eat that."

"..." George had goosebumps all over his body and almost ejected, but he still held it back.

"Pinch it for me~" 'Aphro' hugged his arm and rubbed it.

Draco on the Slytherin table couldn't help it any longer, jumped up, ran over, and pulled Avro over, "Did you drink a love potion?"

This certainly sounds like something Weasley could do.

"Aphrodite, come with me!" Draco shouted angrily, holding Aphra's tender hand, and walked back to Slytherin's territory.

'Aphro' sat down with his shoulders pressed on her, with Draco on the left and Blaise on the right.

F. Avro Red rolled his eyes, "What's wrong? Are you angry?"

"Well..." Draco was a little annoyed and poked at the plate depressedly, "Don't be like that to others, I can't stand it."

"What's it like?" 'Aphro' was in a great mood and asked evilly.

Draco puffed up his face, "You didn't hug me, why did you hug that bastard Weasley?"

"? What kind of bastard Weasley? Keep your mouth shut, or be careful about me throwing dung eggs on your bed!" 'Aphro' said cursingly, what a coward Malfoy, ugh!

Blaise lazily echoed, "Well, keep your mouth shut, my girlfriend is not yours and I can't hug you."

"Girlfriend...?" 'Aphro' was speechless, her expression hard to describe.

Blaise frowned, "You want to deny it?"

"Yes," 'Aphro' said simply, "Now let's break up."

"..." Blaise was silent.

Draco grinned, "Haha."

'Aphro' held her chin, her eyes still staring at the Gryffindor table. George met Fred's gaze. Fred could see that he was helpless, so Fred made a face.