HP: I was doing all sorts of things at Hogwarts

"Does he look like the one in the legend?" Pansy laughed.

"If he is a person more powerful than..., maybe I will be willing to be friends with him?" Draco smiled and said, "Let's go, Aphra, come with me to find him, I'm very I wonder what kind of person he is."

"..." Avro pursed her lips. Draco had already met Harry a long time ago, and was even dancing around his minefield. "Ah... ok, let's go."

If she didn't agree to him, he would be in trouble.

"Who else is going?" Although Draco asked, he had already squeezed out between Goyle and Zabini, "Let's go."

Aphra had no choice but to let Draco hold her arm and look for Harry Potter in one compartment after another.

"Knock on the door!" Draco held his head high and proudly, and Aphra knocked on the door helplessly.

He also knows how to knock on the door, which is really good.

As soon as the door opened, Harry stared directly at the two of them, and Aphra smiled but said nothing.

Ron tilted his head, wondering what they were going to do.

Harry then looked at Draco and recognized him as the man who spoke arrogantly in Diagon Alley that day, and who was also...Aphrodite's friend.

He pushed up his glasses, feeling depressed.

"I heard that Harry Potter is in this cubicle. It seems that it's you?" Draco thought for a moment, as if he was the little boy who knew nothing in Diagon Alley, and he felt a bit contemptuous.

"..." Harry didn't speak. He really didn't want to talk to him... He looked at Aphra again. Avro had no intention of speaking at all, as if she didn't want to show that she knew him.

He was depressed to death.

"I'm Draco Malfoy."

Ron wanted to laugh out loud, but held it back, but still choked himself and coughed twice.

Draco stared at him with displeasure, and Ron stared back stubbornly.

Avro frowned and looked at Ron, dissatisfied with his actions.

"em... red hair, old robes, and freckles on your face. You must be Weasley, right? Potter, I don't think you want to make friends with some shady people, right? You will know who treats you better. It’s helpful.”

Mr. Malfoy has never liked the Weasley family, and Draco has naturally heard him say a lot of disparaging words about the Weasley family, and now he can easily pick them up.

Draco held out his hand, confidently.

No one rejected him, and all the pure-blood children loved to fawn over him. Even Avro Greengrass always played with him.

Avro stood silently behind Draco. Harry stared at Aphra with eyes full of disappointment. Draco kept looking at the two of them for no apparent reason. Why did he use such affectionate eyes... So he He took a step forward to block the communication between the two of them.

Harry replied with cold words, "Thank you, I think I can tell right from wrong. It's a pity that some people don't know people well and choose friends that are not suitable for them, but I can't."

Avro pursed her lips and frowned even more. Was this a sign of connotation to her? Please, they have only met a few times. Does Mr. Harry Potter need to dictate her choices?

Besides, the choice of friends she makes is not a decision she can make at the drop of a hat.

Avro wanted to say something sarcastic to him, but then she thought about what her father had said to her, and she quickly suppressed her anger.

She let out a faint breath, showed a slightly aggrieved look, just a look of resentment, and then turned her head slightly angrily.

Harry immediately began to regret it. He began to reflect on whether his words were too absolute.

"I……"

"Let's go, Draco." Avro took Draco's wrist and walked out immediately. As soon as she went out, she put away her aggrieved expression.

"I just don't understand. Why are there such stupid people? Can't he see who is better between Weasley and me? Avro, who do you think is better as a friend, Weasley or me?"

Draco asked angrily.

Avro glanced at him, "You actually want to compete with him?"

"That's right." Draco was coaxed by a simple sentence, "You're right, I don't want to compete with him. If I want to compete with him, just compete with Potter. Just wait, he will make school life easier in the future. He'd better not be separated from Slytherin, otherwise..."

"Go back." Avro was in a pretty good mood, but she caught Potter's tangled expression, so she just let him think about it.

……

In the following time, Draco didn't have time to stir up trouble. He played games with his friends and kept chatting.

Avro was reading alone, listening to what they were saying with half her attention, occasionally interjecting a few words.

The sky darkened and the train slowed down, arriving at Hogwarts.

They were all chattering and full of expectations. At this time, Aphra became the only experienced person. She pretended to be mysterious, "Then I'll leave first. See you in the auditorium then!"

"Wait for me in Slytherin." Draco raised his chin.

"I know, I know." Avro waved her hand, "Let's go."

……

When everyone sat down one after another, Avro left two seats.

It turned out that the old students were so bored while waiting for the new students to be sorted into different departments. She held her chin in a daze.

"Hannah Abbott."

Feeling hungry, Avro took out a snack from his pocket and ate it while covering his mouth. Oliver tilted his head and stared at Aphra through the crowd.

"Draco Malfoy."

"Slytherin!"

Draco walked down with his head raised and sat next to Aphra, who handed him a snack.

Soon Daphne also sat over and spoke quietly to Aphra.

"Harry Potter."

Avro wiped her hands with a napkin and finally raised her head.

The entire auditorium fell silent, giving the young savior the highest honor.

Finally, the Sorting Hat shouted, "Gryffindor!"

Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief.

Draco squeaked and muttered, "Gryffindor."

The people in Slytherin were obviously a little disdainful and a little dissatisfied.

Avro felt that this was just what she expected. She was reckless and said things without considering the consequences.

She looked away calmly and continued to be in a daze, waiting for the sorting to end.

Draco was looking at the people in Slytherin, and many senior purebloods came to make friends with him. Except for one freshman sitting at the end of the long table.

Avro originally thought he was a mixed race, but Draco recognized him at a glance, "This is Theodore Nott, um... he doesn't seem to be easy to talk to."

"Really? It doesn't look like it." Avro looked away. Although he looked cold and unapproachable, he didn't seem to be difficult to deal with.

"He is a pure blood, but he doesn't like to talk to me." Draco flattened his mouth, "It's okay, he can join in or not."

Aphra nodded, Dumbledore finished his speech, food immediately appeared on the long table, and Draco put the topic behind him.