HP: I was doing all sorts of things at Hogwarts

"Blending blood, sensing each other's emotions..." Avro sighed and lay on the bed.

Call Tom to come out and play.

Avro twirled the ring and Tom appeared in the room.

He looked at the layout of the room and turned his head to look at Aphra, "Where is this?"

"Do you like your sister's room?" Avro asked teasingly.

"If you like it, let me live." Tom said with a cold face.

"Okay, but my dear brother, we have to settle the account. You have done so many good things behind my back, how can I pretend that it didn't happen?"

Avro sat up with a sullen face, "Little Barty didn't catch him, so it has to be blamed on you, right? After all, you two have communicated so much, you finish his unfinished work for him, you are not allowed to bear it for him What are the consequences?"

"Dumbledore won't kill you because..." Because he didn't find a way.

Avro cleared her throat, "That's because he is a saint."

"It's strange to hear praise for Dumbledore from a pure-blood family." Tom mocked, "Isn't it stupid to take refuge in Dumbledore? Voldemort is the greatest wizard."

"I'm not taking refuge in Dumbledore." Avro said seriously, "I don't want to see the people I care about die miserably, and I don't want the people I know to turn into cold corpses."

"The poor Slytherin girl Aria Worley who died at the hands of Crouch was a wake-up call. It reminded me that people like you must be eliminated, otherwise the wizarding world will not be peaceful."

Avro stood up and walked towards Tom, gradually approaching him, the wand already appearing in her hand.

"I'm really not good at using the Unforgivable Curse," Avro thought for a while, "I don't have the chance. But I am kind-hearted, well-behaved and innocent, so I won't use this kind of spell."

"...?" Tom was speechless. He was now just like a Muggle. He might as well just die. He felt the hatred in Aphra's heart and smiled slightly.

Learn to hate, don't love others, hate is the most powerful and useful emotion.

While Avro was making gestures, Yoyo, who had been left at home for several months, flew in from the window.

It dropped a letter and flew out again. It seemed that it was still angry and didn't want to talk to Aphrodite.

Avro glanced at Tom, then looked at the letter on the table. The writing was very unfamiliar.

She was silent and put away her wand. She picked up the letter and quickly opened it.

It was Ayburn, a friend of Oliver Wood.

She frowned subconsciously.

The name Oliver had not appeared in her mind for a long time, and now that she thought of it, she couldn't help but regret it.

In the letter, Eborn simply stated the reason for writing to her.

Oliver has lost seven games in a row and is in danger of being fired from the team. He is now suspended from playing and his career is at a low point.

Avro trembled her eyelashes, feeling mixed emotions in her heart.

"My friends have tried all they can to persuade him, but there is really no way to cheer him up. After thinking about it, the only one who can persuade him is you, Avro Greengrass."

Avro was silent for a moment.

she?

"He still has your letter in his pocket."

Tom watched Aphra's expression change from doubt to shock to emotion with cold eyes, and he began to empathize with her. He could not help but feel sadness in his heart, and there was also a strange joy...?

What's this feeling? He obviously sympathized with her, but he didn't feel the same way.

Tom pushed Avro, "What are you thinking about?"

"?" Avro frowned as soon as she saw him, and rolled her eyes at Tom in an extremely ungraceful manner.

Tom was not satisfied either, "Why can I feel your emotions? I don't want it, please get it out of the way."

"What's not emotional?" Avro pretended to be dumbfounded and showed disdain, and Tom also felt a sense of disdain.

Are you kidding, is he looking down on himself?

"I don't know what you're talking about." Avro cut off the empathy between the two of them, with a puzzled look on her face, "I have something to do and I'm going out for a while."

She twirled the ring, Tom disappeared without being able to say a word, and Aphra threw the ring into the drawer and locked it up with magic.

Avro walked downstairs, and her father sat on the sofa and read the newspaper. "Father, I have to go out for something - that thing is in the drawer of my room. Remember to keep an eye on it."

My father had an indescribable feeling. He always felt that he was being ordered... Is this an illusion?

Avro had cleared her thoughts.

Ayburn wasn't supposed to have her address, the only one of Oliver's friends who knew Aphra's address was Percy.

Ayburn and Percy are also friends, so it's hard not to think that it's Percy's help.

Moreover, Ayburn forgot to mention where Oliver was in his letter. He could not have been careful enough to discover Aphra's address on his own.

The Knight Bus appeared and Avro got on the bus, "The Burrow."

……

Knocking on the door of the Burrow, no one opened the door for a long time.

"Here it comes..." A lazy voice sounded, and it sounded like the owner of the voice had not yet woken up.

The person who opened the door was Ron. Ron was wearing pajamas, with his collar tilted to expose his shoulders.

He was drowsily rubbing his eyes. Ron fluttered his eyelashes. After seeing the person clearly, his eyes suddenly widened.

"Good morning, Ronald." Avro raised an eyebrow.

"W-why are you here?" Ron asked stutteringly, showing no interest in his casual attire.

"It's not like I haven't been here before," Avro pouted, lifting Ron's collar up to cover his shoulders, "Boys should keep their moral integrity and protect themselves when going out."

"...?" Ron was surprised, he didn't guard anything...

"Where is your dear brother?" Avro looked around. It was quiet in the Burrow. "Isn't it right? It's just a holiday and you are sleeping in? This is not very diligent."

"Which brother?" Ron followed her reluctantly. Although he was impatient with every sentence, he always answered every question and responded to every sentence.

"Your cutest third brother." Avro explained with a smile.

"Is he cute?" Ron rubbed his arms and got goosebumps.

"Then who is the cutest in your family?" Avro asked, "You? You're not bad, the second cutest. Are you satisfied?"

"I didn't mean to say I was cute..." Ron suppressed his blush and stamped his feet.

"My mother and my little sister went out to buy things, and my father was at work. My eldest and second brothers were not at home. The third brother worked overtime yesterday and has the day off today, so he is still sleeping. The fourth brother and the fifth brother almost blew up the third brother's room yesterday. It took me one night to recover, so I didn’t get up!”

"Okay...then it seems that everyone has a legitimate reason to stay in bed, but you are a pure slacker." Avro snickered, if Fred and George had a legitimate reason...

The two of them went up the stairs one after another, and Ron could only see the fluttering corners of Avro's robe.

"...I didn't." Ron replied without confidence.

"Okay, I declare you the cutest, Ronald." Avro was in a happy mood, "Then I will call you brother myself."

"Won't he kill you?" Ron asked in a horrified tone, sounding extremely scared.

"Him?" Avro laughed out loud. The two of them were still talking when Percy's door opened.

"Who is the cutest?" Percy raised his eyebrows. He was already dressed and came out to meet people.

He could almost hear it in the room, and he could hear Aphra praising Ron for being cute.

"You." Avro immediately switched sides.

Ron was stunned for a moment.

"Am I the kind of person who kills people?" Percy looked at Ron dissatisfied, "You kid, I'll deal with you later and let you see what I'm like."

Ron quietly left their sight and ran back to his room. Was it his imagination? He felt that his third brother... had a sense of humor in him.

he's changed.

Ron was speechless, is this a good thing? He wasn't sure.

……

Avro looked at Percy, who stared at her calmly and hugged her gently.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

"Just a few months." Avro lowered his head and smiled.

"You and Digory are back together?" Percy saw it at a glance and confirmed again.

"Yeah." Avro nodded, "If you can't accept it..."

"Don't talk about him." Percy shook his head, turned around and entered the room, holding his hands on the table.

"Then let me tell you something else?" Avro asked tentatively, "I'm here today because of Oliver."

"I had expected it." Percy smiled bitterly, "I know he is in a bad situation now, so I told Eborn your address."

"I know it's you," Avro nodded, "Thank you."

"That's not the way to say thank you, right?" Percy pursed his lips, it was really heartbreaking that she had to say this.

"Because that fool Ayburn didn't give me Oliver's address." Avro said speechlessly.

"..." Percy was speechless.

(I will write something small here in the future, but first draw a pie)

……

After leaving the Burrow, Aphra felt relaxed all over.

She returned home and snapped her fingers, "Mia, help me pack some clothes. I'm going to France."

"Okay, little master Avro!" Mia had no right to interfere, she just obeyed Avro's instructions unconditionally.

Avro thought carefully before reporting to her father, "Father, I want to go to France for something, is that okay?"

"How long will it take?" Dad just asked.

"I don't know." Avro shook his head.

"You can use Muggle transportation. After all, you can't learn to Apparate." Her father readily agreed, not worrying about what bad things she would do.

Daphne was coming down the stairs and was unhappy when she heard this, "I also want to go out and play alone, home is boring."

"Why are you joining in the fun? You can't even protect yourself. Are you half as good as your sister? You are still making trouble." Her father scolded Daphne, who flattened her mouth.

She complained a few words, but in reality she was acting coquettishly, "I won't talk to you anymore, I'm going back to the room."

Avro looked at Daphne and smiled, saying nothing.

Daphne hasn't been very happy recently, and she has to find a chance to calm her down.

However, let’s comfort some frustrated wood first.