People in Hogwarts, holding scripts and systems

Chapter 333 Attacked

An hour later, Afro and Harry returned to the lounge.

"Did you hit the wall again?" Hermione looked at the wounds on the corners of their mouths suspiciously, thinking carefully about which wall caused them to hit each other so frequently.

Fred and George, who were sitting nearby, laughed knowingly.

"Yeah, maybe the wall was too disobedient and insisted on hitting it." Afro touched the small wound at the corner of his mouth that was still bleeding and glared at Harry fiercely.

Harry smiled at her contentedly, and Afro shook her hair, snorted, and left.

Hermione looked at the strange people in confusion and decided not to dwell on these issues anymore.

After the girls left, Fred and George squeezed onto Harry's couch, looking at him with smirks on their faces.

"Harry, your kissing skills are terrible."

Harry really didn't want to discuss the matter of kissing skills with his girlfriend's other boyfriends.

"Some people haven't had a chance yet." He looked meaningfully at Ron, who was watching the fun.

Ron:…

In the girls' dormitory, Parvati and Lavender had already gone to bed. Hermione was still writing a very long letter, which had already filled up half a roll of parchment.

"Are you writing a novel?" Afro, who had changed into pajamas, helped Hermione roll up the parchment that was dragging on the ground.

"I'm writing to Viktor."

"Krum?"

"Which other Viktor do you know?"

Hermione didn't hear Afro's answer for a long time. She took the time to look up at her while dipping the ink.

The gossip on Afro's face was about to overflow.

"I'm asking about the Dark Arts for you." Hermione seemed to have used a lot of effort to resist rolling her eyes.

"Oh ~ Dark magic ~"

"Campbell!"

Hearing Hermione's angry voice, Afro surrendered immediately.

"Dark magic, black magic. Who can write so much about black magic?" She couldn't help but mutter.

Hermione: ...

"We're dating."

Hermione dropped a thunderbolt.

Afro jumped up from the bed and said, "Come on, what are we doing? Holding hands? Kissing?"

"No, if it was that fast, you should be able to tell that I and..."

Under Hermione's death-threatening gaze, Afro's voice became lower and lower.

"We just expressed our feelings to each other."

"Just, that's all?" Afro pointed at the parchment dragging on the ground in shock.

They wrote such a long letter to express their affection. If they were in love, wouldn't they have written a book? !

"Okay, I don't understand the love of a top student."

Hermione rolled up the written parchment with a smile and placed it carefully in her bag.

"Although Krum may seem a little grumpy, he is the best in my eyes."

"Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder." Afro suddenly said something in Chinese, "Sister, I support you!"

The girls' night talk ended quickly. In the boys' dormitory, Ron was still brooding over Harry's ridicule and didn't even say goodnight to Harry.

Harry wasn't angry either, because his mind was full of thoughts about what had happened in the room earlier.

He dreamed that Afro was angry with him for not saving the best chicken drumstick for her.

In the dream, Afro yelled to him, “Ron gave me a lot of chicken legs.

Afro then began pulling numerous chicken legs out of his robe until they overwhelmed him.

The chicken legs kept squeezing his body. Harry wanted to call out Afro's name, but he couldn't open his mouth.

Slowly his body grew limp, sliding against the cold stone, and he saw a man sitting at the end of the corridor.

Then he opened his mouth and bit the man...

"Afro! Afro!"

Ron stood on the stairs leading to the girls' dormitory and shouted Afro's name.

Harry sat on the stairs in a cold sweat, leaning against the railing trembling.

The portraits in the lounge were awakened, and they cursed and condemned Ron for his shouting.

Until a portrait of a lady ran into the dormitory and woke Afro up.

"What's going on?" Afro ran out hurriedly wearing a coat.

She saw Ron was so anxious that he was about to cry, and Harry was pale and trembling as he looked at her.

"It killed people, it killed people..."

Avro immediately helped Harry up, "We need to find Professor McGonagall and Professor Dumbledore."

At this moment, there was a sound of hurried footsteps behind the doorway, and they heard Neville's voice.

"This way, Professor."

Professor McGonagall hurried in in her tweed dressing gown, her glasses hanging crookedly on her nose.

"What's wrong, Harry? Where does it hurt?"

Harry was trembling and unable to speak, he could only helplessly grasp Afro's wrist.

"Ron's dad... I saw it. Ron's dad was bitten by a snake..."

Professor McGonagall frowned in worry. She seemed to be trying to determine whether Harry was talking in his sleep or...

"Professor, we need to see Dumbledore."

Professor McGonagall looked at Avro and Harry through her glasses. After a few seconds of silence, she said simply, "Let's go see the headmaster. Campbell and Weasley should come with us."

They walked slowly down the corridor, and Harry was very tempted to run, for Mr. Weasley was probably bleeding.

"Beeze bees." McGonagall said to the stone beast in front of Dumbledore's office.

Although it was well past midnight, Dumbledore's office seemed to be entertaining some guests.

Dumbledore sat in a high-backed chair, wearing snow-white pajamas, reading documents in the candlelight.

"Professor Dumbledore, Harry had a nightmare." Professor McGonagall said to him while holding Harry.

"Not really." Harry interrupted McGonagall. He was eager to tell Dumbledore about this. He was even more angry that Dumbledore did not look up at him.

Harry took a deep breath and told everything in his dream.

"How did you see it?" Dumbledore's tone was calm, as if it was a small and ordinary thing.

Harry was a little annoyed and shouted loudly, "I am the snake! I bit it!"

"Harry." Afro stepped forward and patted Harry's back, trying to calm his impatient mood.

Harry took her hand, as if this could bring him some peace of mind.

"Is Arthur seriously injured?"

"Yes, it's all blood."

Dumbledore stood up suddenly and spoke something to the portrait nearest to him.

The portraits can move around freely in their own portraits and tell them the current news of the Ministry of Magic.

After a while, a witch with long silver curls came back.

"Arthur didn't look well, covered in blood. They carried him up, apparently to St. Gaumont..."

After listening to this, Dumbledore turned around and told Professor McGonagall to call the other Weasley children.

Ron looked at Dumbledore palely and in shock. After a while, Fred, George, and Ginny ran in in pajamas with messy hair and panicked looks.

"Aphrodite—what's going on?" George asked fearfully.

"Uncle Weasley..."

Before she could finish her words, another portrait of a male wizard returned to the frame.

"I got the latest news!"