HP: I was doing all sorts of things at Hogwarts

Digression: The author ran away with his sister-in-law! Our KouKou group has changed places (blame some of my fantastic operations) (Babies who saw the news, remember to run away together!)

One day, Avro received a letter signed "Idiot Shuangmu", which read: "New skirt number: 9289, 03700"

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Harry listened to her words, a little frightened, he blinked, "Who are you trying to punish?"

"You won't stop me, will you?" Avro asked.

Harry shook his head without thinking, "No, how could I stop you?"

"Be good." Aphra rubbed his head, "See you at the door of the Gryffindor lounge at twelve o'clock in the evening."

"Okay," Harry nodded obediently, "Then I'll wait for you."

Avro returned to the auditorium and sat next to Blaise. Only then did she have time to look at him, "Brace, do you recognize me?"

"Of course. Who was that before, Fred Weasley or George Weasley?" Blaise asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Fred Weasley," Avro whispered, "By the way, don't tell Draco this, or he will die of shame."

"What a shame," Blaise said with disappointment. "I thought this would be a memory he would never forget."

"You...why can you recognize it so quickly?" Avro asked hesitantly.

"Because I'm very familiar with you," Blaise said matter-of-factly. "I only need one glance to recognize your appearance, no matter who becomes you or who you become."

"I believe it," Avro was silent, then nodded, "You don't take it seriously, do you?"

"Seriously? Our relationship?"

Avro nodded again. In her impression, it was impossible for Blaise, a playboy, to really like anyone. The terms boyfriend and girlfriend were just a thin layer of paper.

"It's more real than Galleons," Blaise rolled his eyes, "Okay, you're not allowed to ask anymore."

"Ah."

Avro vaguely felt that Blaise was beginning to take the lead in this relationship, and she had a bad feeling.

"By the way, have you heard?" Blaise suddenly mentioned another topic, "Today in Umbridge's class, the Iron Triangle of Gryffindor and Umbridge had a dispute."

"Dispute?" Avro frowned, "I didn't hear about it."

"Maybe it's because you don't go to the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, so you don't know much about it." Braist held his chin and said with a smile.

"How do you know..." Avro was shocked again, that Blaise paid so much attention to her?

"I said it." Blaise smiled proudly, "To get back to the point, the general reason is that they believe that students need to practice, learn spells, and face the mysterious man. And Umbridge believes that the mysterious man has not been resurrected. They Just need to learn theoretical knowledge.”

Avro nodded, not surprised by this, "I know that brave little lions like them will have trouble with Umbridge sooner or later."

"Brave? Isn't this reckless?" Blaise was surprised by her evaluation of them.

Avro smiled slightly and said, "No, they understand clearly and know what the real dangers are, and they dare to expose them so that everyone knows the importance of this matter."

"You also know the importance of practice, but you only do it secretly." Brace stated.

Avro said "Yes", "But it's not good if everyone is like me. If no one stands up, everyone will not be willing to use their efforts in one place."

"So, you support them in using their strength in one place?" Blaise asked following her words.

"..." Avro stared into his deep eyes, and then admitted simply, "Of course."

"I understand," Blaise received her affirmative answer and stopped asking further questions. He rubbed Avro's head, "Hurry up and eat as soon as possible. The time will pass later."

……

Back in the Slytherin common room, Draco stared at Aphra with a shy yet passionate look, looking over her whole body.

Avro rubbed her brows and sat next to him, "Don't look at me like that, it makes me scared."

"Are you feeling better?" Draco asked shyly.

"...Much better, but I should ask you if you are feeling better." Avro complained.

Draco grabbed her bare hand and said, "I see that Kane's girlfriends have knitted scarves for him. Can you knit one for me?"

"Who is Kane?" How come Avro has never heard of this name? Is Draco just talking nonsense?

"It's not important." Draco shook his head, his eyes bright.

"It's only October now, isn't it a bit early to knit a scarf?" Avro asked hesitantly.

"Knit a little bit every day and it's not too early." Draco said solemnly.

"Also, his girlfriend knits a scarf for him. What does that have to do with you and me? Am I your girlfriend?"

Avro continued to complain, it's over, the only heir to the Malfoy family is crazy, it has nothing to do with her, don't rely on her!

"You can be, if you want to be."

"Thank you, I don't want to." Avro answered him seriously.

Normally, Draco would be stunned, but now, he acted as if he hadn't heard.

"You have so many scarves. You wear one every day and don't wear the same scarf for a month. Do you still need a new one?" Avro asked back.

"I just want it knitted by you." Draco shook her arm.

Avro felt a little chilly for no reason.

Fred's words hit a nerve in him, making him so excited!

"You knit it for me, I want to wear it..."

"I don't." Avro pursed her lips. She didn't have that spare time. She wanted to make Draco forget everything.

Why don't you just tell him the truth? Tell him that Fred called him the good brother just now.

Avro looked at his happy expression and felt a little unbearable.

"Okay, I'll knit it for you." Avro said impatiently, "Stop pestering me, and don't act like this every day, I can't stand it."

"Okay." Draco got her promise and added, "Then you will knit it yourself?"

Avro ignored him, got up and left.

Knitted by hand? Just kidding him.

She doesn't have time. Don't delay her study. She will be a minister in the future.

Damn man, she will learn a magic spell when she gets back and use magic to quickly knit a scarf.

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At twelve o'clock at midnight, Aphra stood at the door of the Gryffindor common room.