HP: I was doing all sorts of things at Hogwarts

Avro really hated herself for not saying no to a man.

But who can be willing to refuse?

She then thought, she could study at night anyway, it would probably take longer.

So she happily agreed, "Okay, I agree."

Flowers bloomed in Harry's heart, and he nodded vigorously, "That's great!"

He said goodbye to Aphra and walked happily to the Gryffindor common room. He had to ask Hermione how to have a smooth and perfect date.

Hermione knew everything, and although Aphra knew everything too, it was impossible for him to ask Aphra herself.

Avro returned to the lounge and after cleaning up, got into the ring to visit Tom.

Tom was painting when he saw Aphra coming. He happily threw away his paintbrush, stood up, and pestered Aphra, "Sister, you haven't come to see me for several days."

"Tom, what are you drawing?" Avro looked at the drawing board. On it was a black-haired boy with a bright smile.

"Who is this?" Avro asked puzzledly.

"Me." Tom replied naturally, "Don't you think so?"

"It's quite similar. The painting is really good."

Avro nodded, as if he looked very similar, but how could he be so sunny and cheerful?

Avro compared it carefully for a long time, and the current Tom's expression is indeed the same as the one in the painting, eh...?

Avro didn't look away for a long time.

"I'll draw a sister next to me later." Tom gestured, and Aphra smiled at him and rubbed his head.

"It's so late, why don't you go to bed?" Avro asked him.

Tom nodded, "Then sister will sleep with me."

"..." Avro was speechless for a while. He was sixteen, not six. "Sister, I can't stay here for a long time. You can sleep by yourself, okay?"

"Okay... then when can I go out to be with my sister?" Tom asked seriously.

Avro blinked her innocent eyes, "Sister doesn't know either."

"Then I'm going to bed." Tom dropped his pen and lay down on the bed.

"Good night." Avro had to say, "I will find a solution as soon as possible, okay?"

Tom didn't say a word. When Aphra disappeared, he got up again and came to the drawing board.

He looked at the painting for a moment, then picked up the brush and dipped it in black paint, and then without hesitation drew a big cross on the boy's face.

"What's the point of pretending to be naive and pretending to make me want to vomit?" Tom said coldly.

Avro lay back on her bed, thinking of Tom, the corners of her mouth raised.

She didn't believe that Tom's soul could be washed and purified. He was originally black, and erasing the blackness would only dissipate, not turn it into pure white.

Just pretend it, see how long you can pretend it, aren't you just more disgusting than anyone else?

Avro closed her eyes and fell asleep peacefully.

……

Harry asked Hermione for advice, and the two of them stomped their feet in the cold beside the black lake.

Hermione frowned, Harry really knew how to ask, couldn't he ask someone who had been in love?

"Going on a date with a girl? Plan the route in advance, think of a few topics, and you should be fine - ah, prepare some small gifts, either with something new or with memories, that's about it."

Hermione talked some nonsense, she was a know-it-all, but what she hadn't talked about was a no-brainer.

In the distance, Klum leaned against the tree and looked at the two people who were dating from a distance - he thought they were dating.

Harry nodded, "Let me think about it... Then I'll prepare both, how about it?"

"It's okay. You go and get ready. I'm going to read a book." Hermione waved her hand and called Harry again, "How are you doing with your practice?"

Harry assured her that he had prepared a lot, but Hermione still had no idea what he was busy with.

"I think it's okay...Aphro has always been helping me." Harry whispered, his eyes inadvertently showing pride.

Hermione was surprised, so Avro was helping Harry deal with his ex-boyfriend, right?

What a wonderful triangle.

"Come on." Hermione said meaningfully.

"I will definitely cheer for the game." Harry didn't understand what she meant at all.

……

On February 14th,

Avro just got off the carriage and found Harry already waiting beside the carriage.

She rolled her eyes, took Harry's hand and jumped out of the carriage.

"You're not the first one to set off, are you?" Avro asked with a smile, "You're up so early?"

Harry nodded, slightly embarrassed, "Yes, I got up early, I usually do."

He is obsessed with establishing a diligent persona for himself.

Avro was doubtful about this, but she nodded anyway, "Then you are so diligent. What I like most is a self-disciplined and diligent person like you."

Harry believed it, and he thought, will he have to get up earlier in the future?

"Where are we going?" Avro was not interested in simply wandering around Hogsmeade, nor was she interested in sitting stupidly in Paddy's Teahouse exchanging saliva.

She felt a little tired. It would be great if she could have something fresh.

Harry suddenly came closer to her and pinned a hairpin on her head.

Aphra was confused and conjured up a mirror. She looked at herself and saw a green hairpin. To be honest, it was a bit ugly. Is this the straight male aesthetic?

"Handpin?" Avro looked at Harry curiously.

Harry clutched his sleeves, rubbing the material because of nervousness, "Well, you gave it to me when we first met."

Avro is dull, her hairpin? Is this ugly hairpin hers? ?

She twitched her lips and doubted her life.

Do not believe.

She coughed, "It's rare that you keep this until now..."

Avro was a little touched. If this hairpin was in her hand, she must have thrown it away a few years ago. Harry has been able to stay until now?

"I want to put it away properly. This is so worth remembering." Avro naturally took off the hairpin, put it in her pocket, and threw it away when she got back. She couldn't admit that this was her own aesthetic.

"There is another gift." Harry encouraged himself secretly, and he moved closer to Aphra. Aphra held her breath, and her thin breath sprayed on her neck.

Harry awkwardly placed a necklace around her neck, but his hands were too shaking to fasten it.

Avro laughed inwardly. Although she had too many necklaces to put down, she accepted it for the time being when faced with such an innocent Harry.

In fact, he might as well come up and give him a sip.

Avro lifted her hair and turned her back to him. Harry shook his hands and clasped them, and he breathed a sigh of relief, his face already flushed.

"Thank you, it's very beautiful. I like it very much." Avro asked with a smile, "Then where should we go next?"

Harry nodded seriously, "Mrs. Puddieff's Teahouse."

Avro's smile froze.