HP: I was doing all sorts of things at Hogwarts

"All O's?" Draco crossed his legs, buried his body in the sofa chair, and opened his mouth slightly, but still acted nonchalantly.

"Have you finished reading? Give it back to me." The corners of Avro's mouth turned up, showing her pleasure.

She stretched out her hand and took her first grade report card.

"I'll give it back to you...Aphro, you missed my eleventh birthday." Draco deliberately made fun of Joe and used it as a pretext.

"..." Another one comes.

When she faced Draco, she could not help but think of Daphne, who was just as clingy and childish, and had a thorn in her mouth.

Every time I say something harsh, I have completely opposite thoughts in my heart. And they were similar in age, so Avro directly regarded Draco as her younger brother.

"So?" She just wanted to hear what Draco wanted to do.

"When it's time to go to Diagon Alley to buy supplies for school, you accompany me and make it up to me." Draco said.

Avro nodded understandingly, "I've been there with you more than once."

"It's different this time. The most solemn days for a British wizard are the eleventh and seventeenth birthdays, and when you go to Diagon Alley to buy your first wand. You've already missed one day, and you can't miss the rest. .”

"Follow your orders." Avro shook her head, her tone full of helplessness and doting.

……

Draco set a date for going to Diagon Alley, July 31st.

Avro blinked, as if he had forgotten what day it was.

"I'll give you pocket money on the 31st. Then I can buy more food and fun." Draco made a small calculation as the two of them walked in Diagon Alley.

Avro was holding the Hogwarts list, and Draco was walking in front with his hands behind his back. The two of them wandered from the street to the end of the alley and bought many things.

"Okay, now it's time to buy robes." Draco pushed open the door of Madam Malkin's robe shop, and Madam Malkin welcomed them warmly.

"Buy him Hogwarts robes, here's the list." Avro pointed at Draco, who had already consciously stood on the low stool, and the tape measure automatically attached to his body to measure.

"OK, dear."

He nodded proudly.

Avro went around to the back, wanting to buy herself some new clothes.

"Dingle bell." The wind chime rang at the door, and another guest came in.

Avro thought, there were so many people coming to Diagon Alley today, and Draco had not chosen a good day.

"Are you a new student at Hogwarts? Don't be nervous, just stand here. We have a young man here trying on clothes."

"Are you a freshman too?" Draco said in a long tone, turning his head to look around. Where are the Aphras? Digging into the pile of clothes again... He can give her something she likes later.

"Yes."

A young and tender voice sounded, and Avro paused, showing a puzzled look, which sounded slightly familiar.

"I came here with my good friend. She was picking out clothes in the back. I've finished shopping. I'm going to drag her to the Quidditch shop later. I really want a broom. It's so funny. I don’t understand why first graders can’t have their own brooms, so I had to sneak one in.”

"Oh." Harry thought of Dudley.

"Have you ever played Quidditch?"

"No." Harry had no idea what it was. He had only heard Aphra talk about a few things in the wizarding world a year ago, and Hagrid also told him some things today, but he still didn't know a lot about it. of.

Can I still see Afro on her birthday this year? Harry thought that he had come to the territory of the wizarding world and was getting closer to her.

"I played, and my dad said it would be a shame if I couldn't be selected for the hospital team, and I totally agree."

"..." Harry still didn't know what he was talking about.

"What house do you want to be sorted into? My whole family is Slytherin, and my friends are also Slytherins. I think I am the same. Slytherin is the best house." Draco said proudly.

"I don't know." Harry was speechless. Hagrid had said that his parents were both Gryffindors. He didn't know what house Aphra was from. If possible, he wanted to be with Aphra.

"Oh -" Draco blinked. He didn't know anything. He couldn't be a mudblood, could he? "With all due respect, your parents are the same as us, right? Didn't your parents come with you?"

"Wizards? If that's what you mean, they are." Harry felt a little uncomfortable. "My parents have passed away."

"Oh, sorry." There was no hint of apology in Draco's tone.

Avro's foot that was about to step out retracted again, for no other reason than she finally heard whose voice it was.

A year ago, she had a double fate, Harry Potter. Memories were awakened one after another, and she remembered that today was his birthday.

Avro immediately thought clearly, she couldn't go out, Draco would definitely be angry if Harry still remembered her and wanted to say hello to her.

Angry that she didn't tell her that she knew Harry Potter, angry that she had a secret of her own.

"I do think they shouldn't let other people in, they're different, they don't understand our world. Hogwarts should only admit students from old wizarding families."

Harry was a little unhappy. The obvious prejudice and arrogance in this boy's words had already leaked out.

"By the way, what's your last name?" Draco then remembered to ask the most important question.

"..."

"Dear, you've tried it, go to the front to pay and customize your name tag."

"Thank you." Harry jumped off the stool and walked away immediately.

Avro then walked out slowly, holding two pieces of clothing in her hands, "Help me pack them, thank you."

She looked at Draco, "Draco, you can't say everything outside the house."

It was unwise for him to confide his family's pro-pure-blood views to a complete stranger.

If those words came out of her mouth, her father would give her a scolding.

"It doesn't matter." Draco shrugged, "Anyone knows..."

"Shh, Draco, shut up and try on the clothes. I'm going to pay first." She stopped him quickly.

"Then I'll choose a few more." Draco jumped off the stool and wandered around.

Avro walked forward and Harry was gone. She blinked, feeling a little regretful.

……

Harry was holding the ice cream bought by Hagrid. He was already feeling happy again, but after seeing the back of Hagrid thinking about it day and night, he suddenly felt that the ice cream was not very delicious.

The two light golden heads were gathered together, that of Aphra and the arrogant boy just now.

So it turns out that the friend he said accompanied him was Aphra? Harry frowned unconsciously, feeling sad in his heart.

In his opinion, her friend could even be called a bad person.