HP: I was doing all sorts of things at Hogwarts

Astoria stood aside obediently. She believed in her sister very much. Originally, she wanted her sister to teach her, but now it seems that this matter is not simple.

Avro waved her magic wand, and the corner of the wall exploded instantly, revealing a golden box with dirt.

Astoria stepped forward and pulled back the plaster on the surrounding walls and took out the box, "What is this? Treasure?"

Avro poked her head with her finger, spread out her other hand, revealing a key, "Look, the key."

It really feels like someone will hand you a pillow when you want to sleep, and a wand when you want to kill someone - just right.

The key fit the box perfectly, and with a twist, the box opened with a click, revealing a roll of parchment inside.

Avro looked at Astoria, who blinked, "Open it and take a look, sister."

"Okay." Avro spread the parchment on the table, and the two sisters lay down and looked at it together.

"Is it a spell?" Astoria asked.

Avro nodded, "Destroy the virtual soul..." She blinked and became happy. She knew it. It was impossible for the ancestor to trick future generations. How could there be no way to destroy it?

"Leah, I want to learn this." Avro said solemnly, indicating that she wanted to own this roll of parchment.

Astoria nodded, "I believe sister can do it, but do you want to let father see this thing? That will make you feel more at ease."

Avro agreed, "I will ask my father when he comes back in the evening. Now... do you want me to help you practice your magic spells?"

"Yes, I want to be someone like my sister." Leah clenched her fists and said with great fighting spirit.

"Fool," Avro rubbed her head, "Okay, I'll teach you."

After the sisters practiced for a while, there was a sudden knock on the door. Daphne opened the door without waiting for Aphra and Astoria to answer, "What are you doing?"

She pushed the door open completely, and behind Daphne stood the mother of the three sisters. Her mother had a soft smile on her face, "The new fashion magazine has arrived. Daphne said that Aphra will definitely like it, so bring it over and share it with us."

Daphne glanced at her and pursed her lips, "I'm practicing magic spells again. Let's practice in the afternoon, okay? Anyway, you don't have any homework anymore. I have something big to announce."

"Okay." Avro and Astoria looked at each other, and the three sisters followed their mother out of the room.

They were leaning on the sofa, with Daphne sitting in the middle, Avro on the left and Astoria on the right. The three sisters were very eye-catching.

Mother lowered her head and smiled, holding a teacup and sitting there watching them chatter.

"Mom said there was a prom in fourth grade." Daphne turned a page. This magazine was full of dresses for occasions like prom.

"Correction, it's your fourth grade, not us." Avro reached out and turned the page back, causing Daphne to feel dissatisfied.

"Why do we have a ball?" Astoria asked.

"Because there will be a Triwizard Tournament this school year, a three-school alliance between Beauxbatons, Durmstrang and Hogwarts. The host is Hogwarts."

Daphne asked Aphra, "Have you finished reading it? I've read it."

"Look through it." Avro looked at the magazine with interest, feeling that the styles on it were not very impressive, "How do you know? And even if it's a prom... it's not like we don't have formal dresses."

"Mom just got the news. She just came back from the tea party... Where do I have a dress? Why didn't I know?" Daphne said sternly, "I insist, but it was two years ago. I have to have something new this year. Right? You obviously have more formal dresses."

Aphra shrugged and expressed doubts about Daphne's words, "I have a lot, but you also have a lot - this page is too exaggerated and I don't like it."

"I like it." Daphne protected the magazine and blocked Aphra's claws.

"Read it for yourself. I want to read other magazines. The items from this store don't fit my taste." Avro raised her chin and said, "Leah, let's continue in the afternoon."

She walked up the stairs gracefully, and stopped halfway, "Whose owl has nothing to do? Give me some advice, my Yoyo has already gone out."

"Use mine." Astoria pointed in the direction of her room.

Daphne said lazily, "I'm sending a letter to Pansy."

Avro thought of something but didn't speak.

Back in the room, Aphra simply wrote a reply to Oliver, came to Astoria's room, and sent her owl.

Astoria's desk was full of books and it was messy. Aphra wanted to use a magic spell to clean it up for her, but she held it back after thinking that this was not her desk after all.

She took a cursory glance and found that Astoria's notebook was densely packed with writing. Aphra nodded happily and left Astoria's room.

Little did they know, the title page of Astoria's notebook read "On My Sister and Her Boyfriends."

Avro returned to her room and struggled for a long time. In the end, she chose to go downstairs and make a cup of tea between practicing her spells and flipping through magazines.

As for why not let Mia do this?

Because Afro wants to fish.

After lingering downstairs for a long time, Aphra shuffled past Daphne, Astoria and her mother.

After a while, Aphra went downstairs again carrying an empty tea cup.

Daphne was puzzled, "Can't you bring the teapot up? Are you very free?"

"I can't." Avro said confidently. She was not idle, but she suddenly thought, "I forgot to mention it. I received a letter from Hogwarts this morning..."

"We collect it every year."

"I became the prefect of girls in Slytherin." Aphra toasted Daphne from a distance and said proudly.

"So what, I will definitely be the same next year." Daphne answered her angrily.

"Every year, candidates for prefect are chosen among the fifth, sixth, and seventh grade students. If you want to be a prefect next year, I'm afraid you will have to compete with me first." Avro said with a sigh, "I was last school year. It’s all O’s again.”

"I don't care about being a prefect." Daphne immediately lowered her head, holding the book and reading.

Astoria made some calculations. She was three years younger than Avro. When it was her turn to be in fifth grade, Avro would have graduated early and there would be no need to compete with her.

"I'm going upstairs to study." Avro turned around and poured a cup of tea. She finished it while she was standing talking.

It’s time to say it or not, I don’t want to drink tea at any other time, I only want to drink it when I’m studying.