People in Hogwarts, holding scripts and systems

Chapter 204 Who do you like?

After walking for about twenty minutes, a stone house appeared in front of him. Behind the house were hundreds of tents, each with its own unique features.

Standing at the door was a young man, the only real Muggle here.

While Roberts was verifying the information with Weasley and others, he was also curious about the grand occasion here with the only two adults here.

"Oblige!" A wizard in bloomers suddenly descended from the sky. He used a spell to erase Roberts' memory and accompanied them to the camp.

On the way, he did not forget to complain to Mr. Weasley that Bagman was only concerned with discussing Quidditch and forgot to beware of Muggles. His workload has been increasing day by day these days.

"Doesn't Bagman know that you can't talk about this around Muggles?" Ginny was holding a map in her hand, pointing the way while whispering to Aphrodite and Hermione.

Afro leaned over and whispered, "I guess this must give him a strange sense of satisfaction and showing off."

Hermione nodded in agreement.

When they reached the tent, Hermione suddenly grabbed Aphrodite, and she and Ginny looked at her mysteriously.

They stared at each other for almost a minute, and then Afro raised her hands in surrender.

"Well, what do you two ladies want to ask?"

"You..." Hermione opened her mouth, but she, who was always eloquent, was at a loss for words. She stammered for a moment without uttering a single word.

Afro raised an eyebrow and looked at Miss Know-It-All, waiting patiently for the second half of her sentence, but the cleaning came first.

Mr. Weasley's reservation of the tent cannot be said to have everything, it can only be said to have nothing.

The girls were sent out to pick up branches, and this interruption made it even more difficult for Hermione, who was already finding it difficult to speak.

"Can we have a sisterly chat tonight?" Hermione didn't dare look into Afro's eyes. When her gaze wandered around the camp, a boy caught her attention.

"Of course, Ginny?" Afro readily agreed to the girl's exclusive time.

Ginny agreed, keeping in mind the gossip that she had been curious about for a long time.

In the evening, Mr. Weasley performed his cooking skills for everyone, and finally Harry and Bill who arrived later took over the kitchen.

After dinner, Afro refused the twins' request to go for a walk together and went into Hermione and Ginny's room.

"Brother, the little darling is hiding something from us." Fred crossed his arms, staring at Afro's movements with a slightly gloomy look, and a playful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

George stroked his chin and whispered something into Fred's ear with a wicked smile.

Then the two looked at each other, turned and left the tent.

These tents look ordinary from the outside, but they are a world of their own inside.

Ginny and Hermione's room looked no different from a normal bedroom, and was even bigger than Ginny's own room.

The three girls dragged pillows to the fireplace and placed some cookies and teacups on the carpet, as if they were having a tea party.

Hermione sat on the floor hugging a floral pillow. She thought for a long time before she spoke slowly, "I have a pen pal... He invited me to visit Germany at the end of this semester."

Ginny's eyes sparkled as she stared at Hermione, not even eating the biscuit in her hand.

"Wow, what's your answer?"

Hermione smiled sheepishly, "I don't know..."

Aunt Afro, who knew this man's true intentions, smiled at the blushing Hermione.

She didn't know when it started, but she, who was once a staunch supporter of the official match, secretly hoped that Hermione could be with Cream instead of choosing Ron.

"What's there to not know? Is he handsome? What kind of person is he?" Ginny, her gossip radar ringing, moved closer, trying to get some clues from Hermione's expression.

Hermione, who was very thin-skinned, pushed Ginny away with a red face, and adopted the method of "diverting the blame" to Ginny who insisted on getting to the bottom of the matter.

"What about you?"

Afro, who was suddenly pointed at, almost choked on the cookie, "What me?"

Hermione and Ginny sat in the same direction, looking at her in the same posture, even with the same expressions.

"What do you think? Who do you like best among them?"

The boys who were listening outside the door happened to hear these words. They held their breath and their hearts were pounding.

They also want to know the answer.

Afro, who was eating melons at home, tactically took a sip of water with a guilty conscience, "What do you mean by like? I don't understand."

I won’t admit it if I play the main role, what can you do about it!