People in Hogwarts, holding scripts and systems

Chapter 260 Crouch is ill

Afro cried out in pain, and George's restless hands were punished by Fred.

"I will celebrate your birthday every year from now on." Afro put his face against Fred's face and rubbed it up and down.

George turned his head away in dissatisfaction and looked at her jealously, "What about me?"

"I like you too!" Afro raised her chin slightly and kissed the corner of his mouth gently.

George leaned down, deepening it, and finally held her for a long moment, contentedly rubbing his nose against the side of her neck.

"I like you too sweetheart. You have to be there for my birthdays from now on."

The cold white moonlight shone on the corridor, and three black figures huddled together flashed past behind Filch.

Afro came out of the classroom with his legs feeling weak.

He needed the help of Fred and George to move.

But these two culprits were still smiling smugly.

They sneaked into the kitchen and found the gifts Afro had prepared for them.

It is a cake with orange as the main color and decorated with two small golden lions.

The two lions that were supposed to be majestic seemed to be designed as Q-version round-eyed puppies.

If you look closely, you will see a bunch of red roses between the two little lions.

The cake had Fred and George's names written on the side.

"Do you want to make a wish?" Afro lit the candle with a burning match.

Fred and George did not close their eyes, but pulled Avro over and told her their wishes.

"I hope Afro will always be with us."

After making the wish, Afro took out the real gift - two defensive props disguised as pendants.

She exchanged it in the system mall with a player who was doing a quest in the world of cultivation.

It is said that the effect is great!

"Don't take it off no matter what happens, okay?" She put it on them personally and carefully put it into their collars.

"Why?" Fred asked puzzled.

"It can protect you from any harm."

"How amazing!" George looked at the pendant with the letter "G" over and over again. "Sweetheart, can we study it?"

"Sure!" As long as you can figure it out.

Fred and George happily accepted the gifts, and each of them asked Afro for a kiss before they began to share the cake.

The next day, Ron came to the auditorium for breakfast, yawning sleepily, and found that Afro was wearing a turtleneck sweater again.

"Aphrodite, why did you think of wearing this dress again?"

"Doesn't it look good?" Afro pulled her collar unnaturally. It was all because of those two bad guys yesterday who left many marks on her neck.

She had to find a high-necked dress to cover up those suggestive traces. She couldn't let her wear a scarf in the spring.

“It looks very nice—” Just a little strange.

Ron glanced at the young wizards in single clothes and wisely did not say the second half of the sentence.

"Where did you go yesterday?" Hermione moved to Afro's side and lowered her voice while pretending to eat.

"Kitchen." Afro glanced guiltily at Fred and George who were sitting opposite him as if nothing had happened.

But this little action was not caught by Hermione. She now had a lot of troubles waiting to be told to her good sister.

Fred and George noticed the girl's gaze and looked up and smiled at her.

Afro rolled her eyes at them.

"Viktor invited me to go to Bulgaria during the summer vacation..." Hermione blushed and poked the sausages on the plate intermittently.

"He likes you very much." Afro said to Hermione seriously.

Hermione's face turned even redder, and she shyly used her hair to block the curious gazes of others, "But he always calls my name wrong, and he has so many excellent fans..."

"But he only likes you, and Hermione is great too, and don't you think he's great?"

Hermione didn't know what to think, but maybe all she needed was the affirmation and courage from others.

At this time, Neville and Seamus came in with a new edition of the newspaper.

It was the latest report from the newspaper run by Avro and the Daily Prophet.

"…Mr. Crouch fell ill and left many things to his assistant. It is understood that Mr. Crouch worked at the Ministry of Magic for several consecutive days before he became seriously ill…"

Ron was chewing a large piece of fruit pie and spoke unclearly, "Crouch is sick? So he won't come to participate in the championship?"

Afro tapped the table thoughtfully as he looked at the newspaper.