Chapter 22 Night Talk
"Because Draco doesn't like it." Avro replied slowly.
Harry felt even more bitter, "That's it?"
"Yes...he doesn't want to side with the savior, but I..." Avro touched her forehead, it was so hot.
"What about you?" Harry took a step forward and noticed a mirror behind her.
"I...I want both," Avro pouted and said with a smile, "I want to be friends with Draco, and I also want to be friends with Harry."
Harry suddenly felt much relieved. He naturally convinced himself that Malfoy had been her friend for a long time and she would certainly not abandon him. He... he had not been abandoned by her either.
He raised his lips and said, "You want me to be your friend?"
"Yeah." Avro nodded affirmatively.
"Then no one else knows we are friends."
"That's our secret... don't tell anyone~"
"Okay, I promise you." Although Harry felt regretful, he still relied on her.
Avro turned around, walked a few steps, turned her back to him, and showed a sober and sly smile. There is no such thing as being drunk. A girl should never get drunk when she is alone.
After all, things are difficult to handle when you are drunk.
Harry blinked, and the mirror in front of him was completely displayed in front of him. The scene in the mirror also changed. His eyes widened and he said in disbelief, "Aphro, look! It's me and my parents in the mirror!"
Aphra hurriedly walked over, but she didn't see what Harry said, "It's just you and me."
"Watch alone." Harry stepped aside and stared at Aphra expectantly.
Avro blinked, and in the mirror, she saw herself as an adult, wearing a gorgeous dress and a crown, holding a small mirror inlaid with diamonds in her left hand, and holding a wand in her right hand, standing on a high platform, looking down at all living beings.
Aphra turned around in the mirror and easily caught Aphra's shocked gaze. She curled her lips, smiled slightly, and flipped up her long hair.
"I... didn't see your parents." Avro was surprised, what did this mean...
prophecy?
"Am I the only one who can see it?" Harry stood over eagerly, his young face showing a bit of grievance, "They are right there, smiling at me and hugging me."
Avro grew up under the love of her mother and the supervision of her father. She could not imagine how she would grow up strong without the blessing of her parents.
"I can hug you." Aphra's mind was clear and she opened her hands. Harry held back tears and hid fragilely in her arms.
Just like comforting her young sister when she was a child, Aphra patted his back gently and coaxed, "We can first understand the function of this mirror so that we can tell whether it is an illusion, okay?"
"Okay." Harry nodded slightly.
"Then today, let's go back and rest first, okay?" Avro said in a persuasive manner, "You will feel uncomfortable if you drink too much today. Go back and take a hot bath and have a good rest."
"Okay." Harry used some force, and he could always capture the sense of security lingering around her.
The next day, Aphra crawled out of bed with difficulty and sat listlessly at the long table.
The Gryffindors were also weak and wilted.
Avro held her head up and drank pumpkin juice quietly.
Hogwarts, which was already sparsely populated, is now even quieter without the chatter of the living treasures.
Harry was whispering to Ron, and Aphra saw Ron nodding his head. Then Harry looked up at Aphra, who also nodded.
Then, they stood up in tacit agreement and walked out of the auditorium.
Arriving at the library, Aphra walked to the corresponding section in a familiar manner, with Ron and Harry following behind her.
She whispered, "We can start with books introducing Hogwarts, or look for some magic items..."
Harry picked up a book casually, and Aphra held his hand, "I've read this book, and it definitely didn't mention the mirror."
"Oh..." Harry put down his book, "We don't come to the library very often."
Ron was also a little embarrassed, "Well... this is usually within Hermione's ruling area."
"Hermione?" Aphra continued to rummage, pulled out two books and handed them to Harry to hold.
"Hermione Granger, a friend we met at Halloween, a Muggle-born witch." Harry pointed to a book, and Aphra nodded.
"Halloween?" Avro thought thoughtfully, seeming to be speculating on something.
"A hemp witch?"
"You don't discriminate against other people's origins..." Ron looked at her warily.
Hemp witch? Anyway, he is not her friend and has nothing to do with her.
Avro made a "cut" sound, "I'm not in a hurry, what's going on with your Halloween?"
"Something happened on Halloween, by the way...Aphrodite, do you know Nico Flamel?" Harry asked, maybe Aphra knew.
Avro curled her lips, took two steps, and walked around behind the shelf. When she came back, she hugged a thick book, "I know."
Harry and Ron looked at each other and became happy. Harry praised sincerely, "Aphro, you are so awesome!"
"Yes, I am very powerful." Avro naturally accepted the compliment.
The three of them found a corner and sat down with a pile of books. Avro turned out the page where Nico Flamel was and showed it to them, while she began to look for information about the magical mirror.
Is it a prophecy? Aphra was eager to know that it would be cool if she looked like that in the future...
At this time, Harry and Ron were whispering, as if they were discussing something. Avro glanced up at them, and after thinking about it, she propped her chin up and stared directly at Harry, "What are you talking about?"
"We... do you know that Gringotts was broken into? Someone wanted to take something from Gringotts, but they failed because the thing was taken away in advance."
Harry didn't want to hide it from her, so he had to explain.
Avro nodded casually, guessing the relationship from his words, "Is it Nico Flamel's?"
"Yes." Harry blinked.
"Is it the Philosopher's Stone?" she asked again.
He and Ron looked at each other, and Harry handed the book to Aphra to read.
"That's it." Avro smiled.
"You are so smart." Harry praised, "If you could join us, we would get twice the result with half the effort."
"Sorry, I really don't have that much free time." Avro said happily while flipping through the book.
If you like to hear it, praise it more.