HP: I was doing all sorts of things at Hogwarts

There are many clubs in Hogwarts, organized by students, such as the Wizarding Chess Club, which became popular at some time. There are also those organized by professors, such as Professor Flitwick’s choir.

Some clubs have house boundaries. In addition to the Quidditch team, there are many strange clubs in Slytherin - in fact, they are just gatherings for purebloods in their free time.

Some clubs welcome all Hogwarts students to join, such as a study club that Cedric joins.

Avro saw a group of them in the library more than once, mostly Hufflepuffs, Ravenclaws, and Gryffindors, but there seemed to be no Slytherins.

Slytherins are naturally exclusive, and they prefer to interact with people from the same house.

But Avro had no such idea. After she flipped through the history of magic textbook for a long time but still couldn't find the life of the weird Ulric, she decisively handed a small note to Cedric who was nearby.

Cedric blinked slowly, then turned around and handed the note to another classmate.

After a long while, a small note filled with writing was handed back to Aphra.

There are two kinds of handwriting on it. One of them says, "I'm a little unsure about the content of the first grade. I asked Annie, who is also a first grader. I hope it can help you."

Another kind of handwriting clearly marked the page where the weirdo Yurick was.

Thanks. Avro thought for a while and then wrote again, are there any conditions for joining your club?

Cedric was not impatient to be disturbed. He quickly replied: Of course not, you are welcome to join. There is no problem in joining our study at any time.

So Afro joined this study club. After a whole afternoon of studying, after leaving the library, the friends in the study club began to communicate.

Avro was zipping up her schoolbag, and Cedric slowed down and walked to her side.

"Our club usually gathers on weekends and studies in the library. When the weather is nice, we also communicate with each other on the grass... By the end of the semester, our minister will arrange review, and the senior students will also give their previous notes to the junior students. It depends on the grade.”

Cedric explained slowly.

Avro nodded understandingly, "Then who is your minister?"

"The Ravenclaw at the front is...these are our little friends. I can introduce them to you one by one."

When the members in front heard this, they turned around to look at the two of them.

There are about a dozen members, and Avro quickly got along with them. With her cute face and sweet smile, everyone was friendly to her.

……

Avro pinched her cheeks that were a little sore from smiling, stretched her muscles, and then slowly walked towards the Slytherin lounge.

A white figure suddenly rushed to Aphra's feet. Avro was startled, but when she saw it clearly, Aphra picked it up.

"Why are you here?" Avro narrowed his eyes and combed his hair with a smile.

The kitten was as clean and beautiful as when she was separated from her a month ago. Aphra was surprised, "It seems that someone has taken good care of you."

There was the sound of hurried footsteps, followed by the intrusion of a red figure. Oliver saw Aphra and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank you Merlin, it didn't get lost." Oliver stretched out his hand, the kitten leaned towards him, and Aphra returned the kitten to him.

"You still have it?" Aphra stared at Oliver in surprise, as if he didn't get along well with the kitten.

"Well... I like it very much and decided to keep it forever. It's called Lucky."

The kitten meowed twice, sounding very satisfied.

Avro laughed dumbly, "It doesn't sound like a cat's name...but it fits it very well."

Avro scratched its chin again, and it rolled twice in Oliver's arms.

"Where do cats usually live?" she asked.

"Like owls, they have a house," Oliver answered, "but usually they can go wherever they want."

"Can I hold it while doing homework?" Avro was a little excited.

I really want to keep one... Why don't she send her own owl home... Anyway, she can still use the school's owl.

But thinking of her own Youyou's jewel-like red eyes, she put the idea aside.

Why Hogwarts only allows one pet.

Avro was a little dissatisfied, but she was a very philanthropic person.

"If you like it, you can always play with it. It seems like it likes you too." Oliver said generously.

"Thank you," Avro smiled sweetly at him, "Then you're welcome. I'll play with it often in the future. It's too late today, I'll leave first."

"OK, bye."

"Goodbye."

It took a moment for Oliver to look away, as if she was the cutest little girl he had ever seen.

If Afro knew what he was thinking in his heart, he would probably complain hard. cute? It's just her usual disguise when dealing with her elders and older peers.

Sexiness is what she pursues.

She lay on the bed and read the books she brought from home.

……

Thinking of Yoyo, Avro hadn't seen it for a long time. It was a big gray owl with red eyes.

Aphra arrives at the Owlery.

At this time, it was pecking its own feathers and tilted its head when it saw its owner whom it had not seen for a long time.

"Yo yo." Avro called out affectionately, but it remained unmoved.

"Are you losing your temper?" Avro sat on the chair, "Don't worry, I'll write a letter right now to ask you to go out and do some activities."

Avro picked up the public quill and parchment on the table and thought carefully about who to send the letter to.

At this time, a tall Gryffindor walked in, and Aphra observed him with her peripheral vision.

His robes were neat and spotless, and some of his old leather shoes had been polished clean and shiny, showing his master's strictness.

Avro raised her head, "Ah, Senior Weasley, what a coincidence."

Percy Weasley was a little surprised at her proactive greeting, and felt a little uncomfortable. He had no experience in dealing with Slytherin purebloods, but he was very good at greeting low-level students, that is, he was cold and serious.

"Morning." He nodded, and walked to a great gray owl, which was a somewhat old owl.

Percy blocked Aphra's gaze so that she wouldn't see his owl. He whispered to his owl, "Send it home to mother."

There was a rustling sound, it must be that he was tying letters to the owl's feet.

There was another sound of owls circling with spread wings, and the sound of hurried footsteps.

Percy's hurried movement brought up a gust of wind, and Aphra quickly lowered her head and wrote a string of words randomly on the parchment, pretending that she was concentrating on writing a letter.