People in Hogwarts, holding scripts and systems

Chapter 206: Showdown? Confession?

The firewood in the fireplace was burning, making a crackling sound.

There was silence both inside and outside the door.

The thoughtful Cedric had long discovered that the girl seemed to be hiding a lot of things in her heart, and Harry and Draco both thought of what happened in the Chamber of Secrets in their second year.

Afro and Tom's skilled tones, strange props...

The house was deathly silent.

Afro leaned against the bed as if she had finally relaxed, and drank the tea in the cup.

She finally spoke out.

These psychological contradictions always tormented her in the lonely nights, because she pretended to know nothing for fear of losing warmth.

"Xiao Afu..." 23, who had been online the whole time, called her out with heartache, but didn't know what to say.

The boys outside the door left silently. Amos and Arthur saw a group of older boys walking through the living room with their heads down and listless looks.

They seemed determined on what they wanted to do.

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"It's my fault." As soon as he returned to the room, Harry immediately admitted his mistake, but there was no apology in his tone.

Everyone looked at Harry, who was leaning on the sofa, confused.

"I asked Hermione to test Afro's feelings."

The night before, before Hermione was about to visit the Burrow, Harry wrote a letter to Hermione, asking her to subtly probe Afro's feelings.

"This day will come sooner or later." Cedric rolled up his sleeves calmly, but he had already made plans in his mind.

Surprisingly, no one blamed Harry for taking the initiative.

Because they all had this idea in mind to a certain extent, everyone wanted to monopolize Afulo, and the decision they made before was only out of necessity and was just the worst-case scenario.

Now that everything is clear, it's time to figure out what to do next.

"Fred, George." Cedric called out to the two people who were trying to sneak away, and looked at them with his eyes slightly moving, "Go and call the others over."

"We need a showdown."

The room was silent, as if time had stopped, broken only by the sound of breathing and the ticking of the clock.

"This is not a good time." Percy suddenly arrived and interrupted the discussion. He had a cold face, serious and low, "Let's talk about this later. Bagman is here. Everyone get out now."

With that, Percy turned and left the room.

When Aphrodite reached the foyer, she saw Mr. Weasley jump up and stride towards the door with a grin, "The man of the hour now, Ludo!"

She walked a few steps forward and saw a middle-aged man with a big belly standing at the door. His long Quidditch robe was decorated with many yellow and black stripes, and there was a big bumblebee printed on the chest.

"Oh! Old fellow Arthur!" Bagman looked very excited. He jumped in front of Mr. Weasley as if he had springs installed on his feet.

A string of haggard-looking Ministry officials followed behind him, and Percy hastily stepped forward and held out his hand.

Although he did not agree with Bagman's management style, he still wanted to leave a good impression on him in his future work.

"This is my son, Percy." Mr. Weasley smiled as he gave up his seat and introduced Bagman with a smile, "He also works at the Ministry of Magic now."

Clearly Bagman wasn't interested in Percy, as he nodded perfunctorily and cast his gaze on Avro and Harry, who were moving away from them.

"Those are my son Ron's friends, Afro Campbell and Harry Potter."

Bagman's eyes widened slightly in surprise when he heard their names, and he glanced at Harry's forehead and Aphrodite's golden hair in a way he thought was very subtle.

Mr. Weasley thanked Bagman loudly for getting them the tickets, but Bagman hurriedly lifted up his robes and whispered in Weasley's ear, "Bets?"

Arthur looked down at his pocket full of gold coins and said with difficulty: "Well, I bet on the Irish team to win. One gold galleon."

"One Galleon?" Bagman was extremely disappointed. He continued to tempt her, "You really won't give me more?"

After seeing Arthur's determination, he turned to look at the group of children, "What about you?"

Fred and George were eager to try, but were stopped by Afro.

"If you don't want to pawn your pants, don't go and participate."

Mr. Weasley looked a little angry, and his tone was not as friendly as it was at the beginning. "They are still young. Molly will not allow it."

Finally, Bagman, who was unable to be persuaded, put away a gold galleon and left their tent.

Just as Aphrodite was about to say goodbye, Percy quickly called her.

"Wait, little Afu, can we talk?"