People in Hogwarts, holding scripts and systems

Chapter 196 Whose invitation should I accept?

Outside the window, leaves were swaying, birds and insects were chirping. Afro was sitting at the table, writing furiously on her holiday homework.

The more crazy you play during the holidays, the more miserable you will be when you have to make up your homework before school starts.

"Tom, Tom, what book is this passage from?"

Tom in the crystal bottle rubbed his brows helplessly, but his tone was very gentle, "I just said it the day before yesterday, in..."

"Thanks! Love you!"

The blunt words came out suddenly, and Tom blushed and raised the book in his hand to continue reading, without turning a page for a long time.

Of course he knew that this was just a catchphrase from the girl, but his heart still beat fast for it.

boom!

Afro looked in the direction of the sound and exclaimed softly.

"Where are you from, little guy?"

An owl with gray feathers and the size of a small tennis ball slammed into the window glass.

The owl was tiny, small enough that she could hold it in her hand.

The little owl was very excited. It flew around the room and picked up many small objects.

It dropped a letter at Avro's feet. She bent down, saw Ron's handwriting, and tore open the envelope.

Inside was a short text message.

"Dad got the tickets for the Quidditch match on Monday night. Let's go together! Dad is already writing a letter to Mr. Campbell, and Harry and the others will be here too. However, I don't think Dad's letter will be as fast as the piglet."

When Afro saw the name "Piggy", she was stunned for a moment, then quickly realized that it was the name of the little owl.

The name fits its chubby shape very well.

The small owl looked like a small ball of fur. Afro was not afraid at all. She even bravely reached out and touched its feathers.

Just as I was about to write a reply, another nimble brown owl threw a letter in from the window.

The familiar handwriting allowed Afro to recognize that this was a letter written by Cedric.

The content of the letter was similar to Ron's, and he also invited Afro to go to the competition with him.

Afro picked up the pen again to write a reply, and a letter with the Malfoy family emblem fell from the sky.

In the next few minutes, letters came from all over, first from Blaise, then from Theodore, and even from Neville.

A mountain of letters covered Afro's desk, and she didn't know what to do with it.

The content of these letters was the same, inviting her to attend the competition.

So much so that the game numbers they bought were all the same.

"Hmph, someone is very popular." Tom muttered through gritted teeth as he looked at the letters floating in like snowflakes.

Jealousy transformed him beyond recognition.

Afro, who happened to hear it, felt that these words were full of sarcasm.

"Brother-in-law Otet told me to tell you that we are going to watch a Quidditch match next Monday, Ireland versus Bulgaria."

Noah walked in with a few tickets. He waved the paper in his hand at Afro and looked over the girl's shoulder to the table full of envelopes.

"Tsk, it looks like some people get news faster than me."

Afro looked at Noah, who was frowning, with her chin in her hand with a sad face. She was obviously the one who was distressed, so why did Noah look even more irritable than her?

"I suddenly don't really want to watch the game."

"No, little Afu, you still have a mission to complete, you must go!" Upon hearing this, 23 jumped up and down anxiously in the system space, fearing that Afuro would quit!

Noah turned his head to look at her, unable to hide the smile on his face, "But they are all looking forward to it."

Hearing this, Afro smiled at him with curved eyes, as if seeing through his little thoughts, "It sounds like you don't want me to go?"

Noah's smile suddenly froze, he was so happy that he got carried away.

He was upset in his heart that he had said the wrong thing, but there was no trace of flaw on his face.

"I certainly hope you will."

I hope to go with you only.

Afro was just pretending to scare him and soon put the matter behind him.

"I'd better think about how to reply to these letters." She slumped in the chair, looking at the ceiling with a bitter expression.

Noah stared at her back with burning eyes. He smiled, walked over, leaned over from behind Afro and looked at her, his eyes focused and affectionate.

Afro just stared at the handsome face that suddenly came close to him, and for a moment she forgot to breathe.

"I'll help you, huh?"

She didn't remember how she answered, but when she came to her senses again, Noah was already sitting at the table and starting to reply.

And arrange for the owls to be sent away one by one.

What Aphrodite didn't know was that Noah's reply consisted of only one sentence.

"She has been informed of your letter - Noah DeVinghi"