People in Hogwarts, holding scripts and systems

Chapter 141: Motivational Teacher Afro

The opening ceremony ended with Dumbledore introducing Hagrid and Lupin. Afro keenly noticed that when Dumbledore introduced Lupin, Snape's face was almost as black as coal.

At this time, I have to sigh that it's a good thing that Snape did not successfully apply for the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts class, otherwise he might have only appeared once.

"I knew who would let us buy books that bite people!" On the way back, Ron slapped Harry's arm hard as he walked beside him. Harry's out-of-control expression showed how much strength he had.

A day's walking had already made these young wizards tired. They climbed up the tower with difficulty and came to the hidden entrance of Gryffindor, which was a portrait of a fat lady in a pink dress.

"Password?"

Neville, who was standing at the front of the team, scratched his head embarrassedly. He could never remember the commands.

"Hurry up!" Percy, who was maintaining order in the back, noticed that the team was no longer moving, and shouted at Neville at the top of his voice: "The new password is Lucky Stars!"

Neville repeated with a sad look on his face that it was because of him that everyone was crowded at the door of the lounge.

Familiar room, familiar bed. After a busy day, the girls did not discuss the first day of school too much. Afro was wrapped in the soft bed and fell asleep.

The early morning sun shines through the morning mist onto the castle, and the early birds chirp to start the new day.

Harry took Afro, who had half-closed her eyes and was not fully awake yet, to the auditorium. As soon as they reached the door, they saw a group of Slytherin students gathered together and telling a funny story.

"Hey, Potter!" Parkinson called out to Harry and the others who were about to leave, with a hood covering her head and her arms stretched out towards Harry, "The Dementors are coming, Potter~"

Then, there was another burst of thunderous laughter.

Draco, who used to be the leader of Slytherin, stood at a distance, watching everything coldly, which was uncharacteristically the case.

He just wanted to leave a good impression in Afro's mind, so he would no longer actively target Harry like before.

But he also wouldn't stop the other Slytherins from laughing at Harry.

"Ignore him!" Afro, who was disturbed, pulled Harry over and used her body to block the taunts. "It's not worth it!"

She glared at Parkinson, and Parkinson felt inexplicably frightened when he looked at Afro's face.

Because of the existence of the laws of the world, Parkinson did not remember what happened to her in the second grade. She only knew that she opened the secret room and almost killed her classmates.

The third grade curriculum is different from that of the first and second grades, so not many students eat breakfast in the auditorium.

Afro, who was sleepy again, found a seat at random, sat down and started lying on the table.

George, who happened to be sitting next to her, lifted the girl up from the cold table and let her lean on his shoulder.

Fred took the opportunity to cover her with his cloak to isolate her from the slightly cool air.

As soon as Ron came in, he recounted what happened at the door with his hands gesticulating and his voice full of emotion.

"Those Dementors are horrible creatures. Even I can't feel happy anymore."

Fred and George are famous students at Hogwarts because wherever they are, there is joy.

"But you didn't faint..." Harry took the schedule handed over by Hermione, and his low voice concealed his grievance.

"Harry, everyone has something they are afraid of. You don't have to be ashamed of it. You just happened to encounter it that day."

Although she didn't open her eyes, Afro had been paying attention to their conversation. She felt that Harry was carrying too much baggage and couldn't help but worry about his mental health.

With her eyes closed, Afro missed the look Harry gave her, which was full of restrained yet passionate emotions.

He was not afraid of being embarrassed in front of others, he was just afraid that she would think he was a coward.

"Forget it, Harry." Hermione held the schedule excitedly, with unstoppable stars in her eyes.

"They must have made a mistake with your schedule. How can you have two classes at the same time?"

When Ron turned his head to look at Avro, he accidentally glanced at Hermione's schedule and was instantly attracted by the strange parchment.

"No problem, Professor McGonagall has already corrected it for me." Hermione didn't seem to want them to find out anything, so she quickened her breakfast and left the hall first.

“It’s really weird!”

"Ron, you should think about yourself." Afro, who had recovered her spirit, sat up straight and began to eat the food Harry brought her, while covering for her good sister. "Without Hermione, you can't copy the homework."

Ron then remembered that he still had homework to do. He turned his head sadly and his eyes fell on Afro who was eating breakfast. "You are still here."

"And Harry!"

Although Afro was not the top student in the grade like Hermione, her top grades still left her far behind.

"Do you dare to believe me?" Harry widened his eyes in disbelief and pointed at himself.

It's like the second to last student in the class is giving a lecture to the last to last student.

One dares to teach and the other dares to believe!

"Forget it, I'll just figure it out on my own."

Ron turned his head and met the eyes of his two brothers again. Fred and George were hugging their chests with frightened expressions on their faces.

"We can't do that, brother!"

Ron didn't want to ask them for help, for fear that if he asked them, his mother would come to school with a feather duster!

Afro's breakfast ended with Fred and George's instructions, and it was almost time for class.

Harry naturally took Afro's bag, held her with his free hand, and ran towards the North Tower.

Afro has become immune to these boys' occasional hand holding and hugging.

After all, it has been like this since they met.

The journey from the castle to the North Tower was very long. It was a completely new road that they had never walked in the previous two years.

They gasped for breath as they climbed the tight spiral staircase, feeling increasingly dizzy.

Just as Ron was about to vomit, they finally reached a platform.

There is nothing here except a small stairwell.

Obviously Divination would not be held in the stairwell, and Harry took out the timetable to double-check that they were in the right place.

"Divination classes are so mysterious." Ron, feeling dizzy, held onto the wall and tried to focus his vision, but failed.

Afro looked up at the ceiling and nudged Harry with her elbow, pointing upwards when he looked over.

"Are you asking us to fly up?"

Ron looked at the round brass lid and estimated the distance between them. It seemed that only Hagrid could climb up there.

Afro held his chin and looked at the ceiling, lost in thought. Time passed by minute by minute, and if they couldn't think of a solution, they would be late.

"I see!"