HP: I was doing all sorts of things at Hogwarts

Avro made a "cut" sound and quickly got off the ladder after hanging the stars. Ron leaned the ladder against the wall with lingering fear.

"Peeves is really annoying," Ron muttered.

Avro tilted her head, "Huh? It's okay. Anyway, I have a way to cure it - look, does it look like a Christmas tree?"

"It's beautiful." Ron stared at the Christmas tree and had to admit that Aphra's vision was much better than his.

"Give you a little bell," Avro raised a small bell and shook it. The bell made a crisp sound, "Merry Christmas!"

"Merry Christmas," Ron said solemnly.

This was the first time in so many years that he wished her a formal and face-to-face blessing.

Ron opened his hand, and Avro put the bell on his hand. The two of them were still smiling.

"You... went home for Christmas?" Ron was at a loss for words. As soon as this question came out of his mouth, he had the urge to use a time turner to turn back time.

"Yes, we spent time with my family." Avro picked up the basket, looking so silly and cute. "You will go home tomorrow, don't miss me too much."

"Who would miss you..." Ron muttered in a low voice, obviously duplicity.

Avro raised an eyebrow and patted his shoulder, "Okay, I'll leave first."

Ron stared at Aphra's back, blinked very slowly, then held the bell and returned to the Gryffindor lounge happily.

As soon as he entered the door, he happily walked up to Hermione and Harry. He sat down and rang the bell in his hand, attracting the attention of Hermione and Harry.

Hermione was writing a letter. When she heard the movement, she raised her head and said, "Hey, where did it come from?"

"Help Hagrid decorate the Christmas tree in the auditorium, and the rest... you can see when we go out to dinner later." Ron stared at the little bell and smiled foolishly.

Hermione shook her head. She knew what was going on at a glance, but...she was a little curious about which girl Ron had a crush on. As smart as she was, she didn't seem to find out which girl he liked...

"Are you in love?" Hermione asked simply.

Ron's eyes widened and he shook his head wildly, "No!"

"It's not that you're really in love, it's just that feeling of falling in love," Hermione added, "It's just that silly feeling, so nice Ron, I thought you were an emotional idiot."

"How could I feel this way? I don't have anyone I like." Ron lowered his head and threw the bell into his pocket as if frightened.

Hermione: ...

"Okay, you are an emotional idiot." Hermione was furious, lowered her head and continued writing.

"What class are you writing a paper for? Do we have any homework today?" Ron asked, changing the subject.

"Written to Viktor," Hermione smiled and rolled her eyes at Ron, "No wonder you can't fall in love."

"...Can you help me?" Ron choked back, "Then you are very capable."

"You should at least say who it is first." Hermione snorted and glanced at Harry. These two people must have only a teaspoon of affection for each other.

"Who gave it to her then?" Harry was confused. He didn't know when Ron had a girl he liked. This sounded weird.

"No one -" Ron replied vaguely, "I took it myself. It's quite nice, isn't it?"

"It's okay," Harry fell on the sofa, "I have a holiday tomorrow, and there is another training tonight. To be honest, I can't wait to train all the time."

……

At the end of the evening training, Harry said goodbye to each of his friends and sent each other Christmas wishes.

"Merry Christmas, see you next year." Harry said one by one.

"Merry Christmas, Harry." Ron hugged him.

The Weasley children left together, and Ron and Ginny were still scolding each other. To be precise, Ginny was unilaterally scolding Ron.

"Didn't I accidentally knock your bell on the ground? As for that? I held your broken bell all night..."

"That's not a broken bell, that's a gift!" Ron shouted dissatisfied.

Harry looked at their leaving figures and shook his head helplessly.

Hermione and Qiu discussed the training situation just now, and passed Harry while laughing.

"Merry Christmas..." the two girls said happily.

"Merry Christmas." Harry sent them away and went in the opposite direction to the Gryffindor lounge alone.

"I solemnly swear that I will do no evil!" He turned out the Marauder's Map and searched for the name skillfully.

Avro Greengrass.

On the third floor.

Harry's pace quickened, he smiled, and then patted his face to stop himself from being so stiff.

He just wanted to say Merry Christmas to her.

"Hey...Aphrodite, what a coincidence." Harry appeared behind Aphra. He tugged at the corner of his clothes and tried to appear calm.

"Good evening." Afro had a bright smile on her face, and Harry's heart jumped into his throat.

"Merry Christmas." Harry swallowed. It was easy to say this to others, but it made him uneasy to say it to her.

Avro's fingers caressed the spine of the book unconsciously, "You too, Merry Christmas."

After she finished speaking, she turned around and prepared to go downstairs. Harry stared at her back stupidly, but unexpectedly she turned back and added:

"Wish you sweet dreams and good night."

"good night!"

……

Harry lay on the bed contentedly, Ron on the other side of the bed was not sleeping either, and the two of them tossed and turned in unison.

Ron placed the bell under his pillow, remembering Hermione's words.

"You're in love, that feeling of falling in love."

He closed his eyes, and the image of Aphra wearing a bow appeared in his mind. She was beautiful and agile.

And when she threw herself into his arms... although he was only focusing on the pain in his head and didn't notice her at all...

After thinking about it, Ron sat up suddenly as if he was frightened. He said in a panic:

"Harry, wear that dreamless ring of yours for me -"

Harry sat up in confusion, "Huh? What do you want this for?"

"I...I haven't been able to sleep well lately." Ron took a deep breath.

He felt weird about himself. This feeling... wasn't sure if it was wonderful or not.

Ron stared at Harry through the curtains, and vaguely remembered that Harry seemed to like Aphra too.

But didn't he already say that he doesn't like her...

real or fake?

Ron was puzzled and his consciousness became hazy again. He put on the ring and fell asleep.