HP: I was doing all sorts of things at Hogwarts

Avro smiled at Theodore, her eyes sparkling. Theodore pulled the quilt closer, closed his eyes, and frowned slightly.

It seems like he is recalling something unpleasant.

Avro looked at him slightly worriedly. He suddenly opened his eyes, and their eyes met. Both of them were stunned.

Avro smiled sweetly, comfortingly, "Good night."

"Yes." Theodore turned over, facing away from her.

Aphra also moved further away, leaning towards Astoria on the other side.

Sirius broke into Hogwarts? Are you here to kill Harry?

I always feel that this person is very alienating in the eyes of the elders...

Nothing happened all night.

……

It was winter, and it was rare that it didn't snow. Avro got out of the lounge, found a bench, and sat lazily.

In her arms lay Oliver's Lucky, holding the book in both hands. Lucky nestled obediently on her body, his white claws occasionally scratching the ends of her hair and turning it over from time to time.

The years are quiet.

If something doesn't happen suddenly.

'Lucky' reacts very quickly and jumps out as soon as his legs kick off.

The book in Avro's hand was knocked to the ground. She reacted quickly and trapped 'Lucky' with a circle of her hand.

She exclaimed, "'Lucky'! What are you doing?"

'Lucky' struggled restlessly, opened his mouth, licked his fangs with his tongue, and made a whining sound, as if he was impatient.

There was a sound of hurried footsteps, and Ron Weasley stopped in front of Aphra, bending over and holding his knees with his hands, and asked breathlessly.

"Excuse me! Did you see a mouse?"

He took a closer look and saw that it was the girl he disliked the most—Aphro Greengrass. He was immediately at a loss, his eyes became strange, and he didn't know where to look.

"What kind?" Avro followed the cat's hair and "Lucky" let out a contented cry.

Ron gestured, "A poor looking rat with a broken toe."

He looked at the white cat in Avro's hand, feeling quite unhappy. Ron muttered something, but Avro didn't hear it clearly.

Only then did Avro remember a thing that had just jumped over. No wonder 'Lucky' suddenly wanted to jump out, "That dusty, ugly thing?"

"How could you say that about Scabbers?" Ron exploded immediately, his cheeks turning redder than his hair, probably out of anger.

"Oh, I'm sorry." Avro replied with a smile, but there was no guilt in her tone.

"I hate these cats the most." Ron scratched his hair in distress, no matter who the other person was, he complained without any scruple, "I don't know why Hermione insists on raising that cat, which makes Scabbers nervous every day. If it doesn’t work, I can’t eat or sleep, and it makes me skinnier than a spider’s legs.”

He talked about the spider and winced.

Avro smiled and adjusted her sitting position, "Isn't it easy for you to find Banban's mouse? I'll let Lucky catch it for you."

"Don't bother!" Ron became nervous, as if she was going to let go and let the cat jump out in the next second.

"It's just a joke." Avro shrugged.

'Lucky' started to be restless again, its eyes were shining, and it tried its best to drill to the right. Aphro increased its strength and struggled to tighten it.

Ron also looked over, and sure enough he saw Banban cowering on the ground. He took two big steps forward, grabbed Banban quickly and firmly, stuffed it into his pocket, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

"Excuse me, help me pick up the books." Avro didn't dare to let go, lest Lucky run away.

Ron covered his pocket with one hand and picked up the book that Avro had dropped on the ground with the other hand. He handed it out carefully, but his body was far away from her.

"?"

Aphra took the book with her left hand and blew the dust off the cover, "Thank you, the little brother of the Weasley family."

Ron was embarrassed for a while, as if he should not have anything to say at this time, but should say goodbye and leave, but he looked at the hard-cover book in Avro's hand curiously, "What are you reading?"

He didn't have much contact with Aphra, and they only saw each other almost every time when they were around Malfoy or Harry.

In Ron's vague impression, she seemed to have read many books.

In first grade, she easily spotted Nico Flamel.

"Books about alchemy." Avro replied casually, looking up at him with a bright smile.

Ron looked away silently, "Oh."

He didn't have anything to ask for a while, so he said goodbye to Avro simply, "Okay, anyway, thank you for today. Goodbye."

Do you have anything to do with her?

Avro shook her head and continued reading.

Ron returned to the lounge and sat down next to Harry.

Harry was holding a book and reading, looking attentive.

When Ron saw that Harry was ignoring him, he put his hand on Harry's shoulder and leaned towards him.

"Dude, what are you doing?"

Harry was startled, his hand shook, and the unfolded pages of the book came into full view of Ron.

There is a photo in the book. In the photo, Avro hooks her arms around Harry's neck and smiles slyly at the camera.

Ron blinked in surprise and looked at Harry.

He opened his mouth, "You..."

Harry reacted and closed the book with great force, making a loud "snap" sound.

"Are you fishing?"

Ron asked dully.

Harry's mind went blank, then he nodded along with his words, "Hmm... yes, daze, fugue."

Ron nodded blankly and swallowed, "Okay."

"You just went out to look for Scabbers, did you find him?" Harry threw the book into his bag guiltily and changed the subject.

"F-found it." Ron's eyes made Harry unable to hide, as if amplifying his inner thoughts.

Harry lowered his head silently, his neck red and his ears burning, "It's good."

"it is good."

Ron stood up staggeringly, rubbed the corners of his clothes, and then smoothed them, without even realizing what he was doing.

"Then I'll go back first."

Harry also breathed a sigh of relief, "Go back."

Ron walked towards the dormitory and heard the exchange between Percy and Oliver.

The two of them were chatting.

Ron heard Percy ask, "Where's your cat?"

"Give Aphra a few days to play with." Oliver answered Percy brightly, his tone rising.

Ron slowed down and turned to look at their dormitory. They didn't close the door. Ron saw Percy's expression of displeasure.

Ron met Percy's gaze and was so frightened that he immediately quickened his pace and ran away.

Percy looked away slightly, not understanding his younger brother. Why was he running? ? ?

He turned to look at Oliver and reminded him kindly, "You can't do anything with cats alone. You might as well be more proactive. There are many men around her."

"Hey, I'm worried too, but thank you for thinking about me."

Percy shook his head, muttering to himself.

Rather than someone else, it’s you.