People in Hogwarts, holding scripts and systems

Chapter 116 Unlucky Noah

Before getting off the bus, Harry wrote three numbers on a piece of paper and gave them to Afro and the others, telling them that they could call him during the holidays, but not too often.

Before getting out of the car, Fred and George put their hands on their heads and made bunny gestures to Afro, reminding her not to forget their agreement.

Afro waved goodbye to her friends and stood up to get her suitcase. An arm stretched out from her ear and held the handle of the suitcase for her.

"Draco?"

Draco helped Avro take the suitcase and handed it to Goyle and Crabbe standing at the door. With his hands in his pockets, he looked at Avro, trying to get a hint from Goyle and Crabbe's expressions.

However, Draco placed his hands on her face and turned her around forcefully so that she could only look at him.

"Is something wrong?"

"You haven't forgotten, have you? You promised me." Draco's face was pale and his eyes were full of grievance.

Afro was panicking. Things had been a lot going on lately and she needed to think things over.

"2333, you know..."

23 didn't reply and threw a video recording in her face. It was a video recording of Avro promising Draco that she would stay at Malfoy Manor often during the holidays.

"Did you remember?" Draco pinched the tip of her nose and shook it slightly left and right.

Afro heard the threat in Draco's tone and quickly smiled and nodded.

"I remember!" Her voice seemed a little muffled because her nose was pinched. Afro saved her nose from Draco's hand with a wry smile and put her little hand into his.

In case Draco hears what she says next, he might hit her!

Draco pulled Avro out of the box in a good mood. Malfoy Manor had already made all preparations.

Just waiting for the little girl to go home with him.

"But..." Afro stopped, and Draco, who was holding her hand, also stopped. He looked at the girl in confusion.

"Today is the first day of the holiday, and I need to talk to Mom and Dad." Afro raised her hand in front of her eyes, touched her index finger and thumb, and winked at him ingratiatingly.

When he heard that Afuluo would not go back with him, all the grievances came to his mind at once. But when he saw Afuluo's cautious look, he could not express any grievances.

But we can't just let it go like this.

"But you promised me~"

Aphrodite caressed his soft and fluffy hair tenderly. She and Draco had mentioned several times that he should not spray hairspray frequently, as it would be bad for the hair.

I didn't expect that Draco actually stopped using hairspray to style his hair.

He always took to heart what she said casually.

This made her even more reluctant to leave here and leave this world.

"I didn't say I wouldn't go, dear~"

Draco looked out the window and saw Mr. Campbell standing on tiptoe and craning his neck to look for Afro on the platform. There were no parents or students on the platform, so Mr. Campbell, standing out from the crowd, was easy to spot.

He turned sideways, standing between Afro and the car window, reluctantly holding her hand and rubbing it in his palm, "When will you come?"

"A week from now?"

Draco said nothing, just stared at her, accusing her of her ruthlessness with his eyes.

"Three days later!" The gray eyes turned around, revealing the owner's ill intentions. Draco began to try to bargain, actually trying to dig a trap for the girl.

"No, five days later!"

"tomorrow!"

"No, three days!"

"today!"

"No, tomorrow!"

"Deal!" The boy clapped his hands happily. He successfully caught a fool!

When Afro saw Draco's happy expression, she realized that she had been tricked. She pouted her lips and counted on her fingers to carefully review how she had been tricked.

23: I want to change the host.

Draco, in a good mood, leaned over, tidied her hair that was messed up by her master, took her hand and gently kissed it.

"I will wait for you."

Until she returned to Campbell Manor, Afro still couldn't figure out when Draco had become so smart and dared to trick her?!

However, the most important thing at the moment was how to propose going to Draco's house without disturbing his father's good mood.

"Is the meal not to your liking?" Mrs. Campbell saw her daughter playing with her fork instead of eating anything. She seemed to be troubled.

"Why would she do that? It's just those little boys." Noah would not miss any opportunity to mock Afro. He made faces and grinned at her.

Afro didn't indulge him and kicked him on the knee. Noah fell to the ground with the chair. As luck would have it, he sat a little too far back today, and his buttocks were stuck in the gap between the back of the chair and the cushion.

"What's the matter with you two?" Mrs. Campbell quickly put down the cutlery in her hands and went to rescue her brother.

Mr. Campbell's focus was strange. He cleverly caught the point, "What boy?"

"What--" Afro didn't want to listen to her old father's long speech at the dinner table, not to mention that she had a small request yet.

"It's Noah! He met a lot of boys at Hogwarts!"

"There are girls too!" Afro quickly added in a low voice while Noah looked as if he wanted to stab her to death.

Mr. Campbell narrowed his eyes and looked around at the guilty Afro and Noah who was covering his butt, and turned his radar, which was unique to an old father, to the maximum.

"Noah, come with me to the study later."

Until the end of the dinner, Afro didn't find a chance to speak. She was afraid that if she opened her mouth, Noah would start arguing with her again.

Sometimes I really wonder if Noah worked at ETC in his previous life!

"Is there anything you want to tell your father?" Mrs. Campbell brought two cups of hot tea and placed them on the coffee table. She picked up the magazine spread on the sofa and sat next to Afro.

Afro rested her head on Xiangxiang's mother's shoulder, her hand passed through Mrs. Campbell's arm on her legs, and her face rubbed against her shoulder.

"I promised my classmate that I would go play with him tomorrow. But..."

"I'm afraid your father won't agree." Mrs. Campbell took over Afro's words. As a mother, she naturally understood the troubles of her own child.

"Is it a male classmate?"

Under her mother's "caring" gaze, Afro slowly nodded twice.

"It's Malfoy!"

"Oh, my dear mother, you are so smart!" Afro pretended to be shocked and praised Mrs. Campbell exaggeratedly.

"Go ahead, I'll talk to your father."

"Wuhu! My dearest mother!" Afro threw herself into Mrs. Campbell's arms and gave her a big kiss on her perfectly maintained cheek.

The force was so strong that the "smacking" sound could be heard throughout the entire living room.

After getting the approval, Afro put aside her worries, skipped back to her bedroom, and wrote a letter to tell Draco the good news.

"The leaky little cotton jacket only remembers her mother and forgets her poor father."

Mr. Campbell stood at the stairs and witnessed the entire interaction between Afro and his wife. He felt sad and could only complain to Noah.