People in Hogwarts, holding scripts and systems

Chapter 205 Light in the Dark

Hermione picked up the teacup calmly, her eyes full of helplessness.

Ginny returned to her seat dejectedly, with her head down, not knowing what she was thinking.

Seeing the disappointed expressions on their faces, Afro sighed silently, his eyes drifting to the ceramic teapot.

"actually……"

Before she could finish her words, Ginny spoke first, "Anyway, I hope you don't like my brothers."

Her serious expression made Aphrodite and Hermione laugh.

"Why?" Afro tilted her head and looked at Ginny, who was as beautiful as a fairy tale princess, her heart full of doubts.

Hermione also looked over in confusion. She didn't understand why Ginny said that.

Ginny spread her hands and continued in a low voice helplessly, "I don't think they are worthy of Aphrodite."

The Weasley boys who were eavesdropping outside the door felt their hearts break into pieces when they heard their sister say this.

Harry and Cedric covered their mouths and laughed happily. They thought Ginny was so handsome tonight.

Percy frowned, not wanting to admit that the person sitting inside was his own sister.

Fred and George pressed their ears against the door and continued to listen carefully to the sounds inside, unaffected.

Deep down, they felt that even if Ginny didn't think highly of them, she was the only one who was disappointed.

Anyway, Afro will become a member of their family sooner or later.

Ron's eyes widened in disbelief, as if he was meeting Ginny for the first time.

And the actions outside the door did not affect the topic in the room.

"Ron and the others must be very grateful to have a sister like you." Hermione rubbed her cheeks which were sore from laughing and gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.

After laughing enough, Hermione and Ginny once again directed the question to the protagonist, "What about you? What do you think?"

Afro's smile suddenly stopped. She coughed twice uncomfortably and clasped her hands together unconsciously.

The hearts of the people outside the door were in their throats again. Harry swallowed nervously and Cedric reached out and tugged at his collar.

Then, they heard the heavenly sound that saved them from the water and fire.

"I have no idea……"

Afro could feel the tips of her ears getting hot, and the scorching temperature spread through her blood to her cheeks.

She didn't need to look in the mirror to know that her face must be red.

Hermione and Ginny didn't say anything. They could see that Aphrodite was very conflicted, which was why they wanted to talk to her.

The evening breeze blew into the room through the window that was not closed tightly, and the flames in the fireplace flickered twice. Hermione quickly glanced at the door, her slightly narrowed eyes hiding her thoughts.

Afro lowered her head in thought when she saw a cup of steaming black tea suddenly appear in front of her. She looked along her arm to see the owner of the cup.

Ginny handed the cup towards her again. "It may not be nice to say this, but Afu, if you like it, try it. If you don't like it, then..."

"I know. But..." Afro took the teacup but did not take a sip. She placed her hands on the wall of the cup, and the heat of the black tea was transferred to her palms, warming her heart all the way.

"It's not that simple." Afro sighed heavily, and his upright body sank with the sigh.

"We have known each other for so long, and we know they have these little thoughts, but we dare not refuse or admit it, for fear that we will not even be friends, and we are even more afraid of losing them."

Hermione walked over, sat next to Afro, and hugged her gently. Her arms around Afro patted her shoulders.

"We thought you didn't know."

Afro smiled bitterly, "They acted so obviously, I'm not a fool."

She is not a real child, so how could she not understand the passionate and immature feelings of these boys?

Come to think of it, even she herself couldn't believe that after living for another lifetime, she would be attracted to more than one young man.

I can only say, who doesn’t like a sunny and clean boy?

"Then you can try to talk to them. I think they will not bear to see you so entangled." Hermione stroked her soft curly hair up and down, soothing the girl's uneasy mood.

Afro lowered his head and played with the cup in his hand. His voice was so soft that it was hard to hear. "Am I really bad? I know their feelings, but I still pretend to be stupid. I just...can't bear to part with...any of them."

In this world that is both familiar and unfamiliar to her, these boys are Afro's longest-known and closest friends.

The strange world, the endless tasks, the profit hanging over his head, made the real Afro far from being as relaxed and happy as usual.

Harry always told her that he was his light. But how could they not be her light?

For her, who has an infinite fear of loss and separation, it is so difficult to hold on to everything around her.

Afro, who originally thought she was just here to complete the mission and then start over, was attracted by the warmth that broke into her life one after another unexpectedly.

Just like the sunshine before dawn that tears apart the darkness in the night, it is dazzling and warm, impossible to refuse or ignore.

"They are so nice, I am afraid they will be disappointed..."