Rebirth: I am the strongest second generation of Harry Potter

Time flies by. The last time they went to Hagrid's hut was almost a month ago. After Hagrid accidentally leaked what he called"top secret", he never invited Hector and his friends again. Hagrid seemed to be avoiding them, Harry said.

But Hector thought it would be better not to let Harry go to Hagrid's hut so often.

With Hagrid's big mouth, Harry might be able to get the Philosopher's Stone and the methods to deal with the levels of the restricted area on the fourth floor from him in no time.

Of course, Harry didn't have much time to care about the things that Dumbledore hid in Hogwarts recently.

During this period, all courses began to increase their homework load at the same time, and the training maniac Wood would pull the Gryffindor Quidditch team members to the stadium for winter training every now and then.

In this way, even if he had Hermione or Hector's papers, it would still take time to copy them.

Speaking of Ron, Hector didn't know what he was busy with, but every time Harry was busy with his homework, there would definitely be the red-haired boy working hard beside him.

One morning in mid-December, it was not only Seamus's sometimes-unresponsive alarm clock that woke Hector up, but also the heavy snow outside the window. Hogwarts was wrapped in white snow. Looking out the window, the Black Lake seemed frozen solid, and the mountains in the distance were invisible. The heavy snow blocked Hector's vision, and at the same time reminded him that Christmas was not far away.

The last class was Professor Flitwick's class. He could naturally understand the desire to play in the snow that was almost written on the faces of the first-year students in front of him. Professor Flitwick dismissed them early, allowing these little wizards to rush out of the campus early, running on the snow, and being the first to enjoy the neatly laid white snow on the ground.

There are many ways to enjoy the snow, but for these energetic little guys, making snowmen seems a little boring. Snowball fights are a great way for them to release their energy.

The snow was quiet at first. A snowball came from nowhere and passed through the crowd and hit a Hufflepuff who was bowing his head. The little wizard let out a low cry. The little Hufflepuff wizard quickly made a snowball. He shouted loudly and threw it at the little wizards around him. From then on, there was no more neat snow in Hogwarts. Every corner was filled with joyful figures. Soon, senior students joined the battle, and the scene became more chaotic.

In the snow, you can see several Gryffindor lions and Hufflepuff badgers throwing the Ravenclaw eagles, who usually hold the shelf, into the snow pile. Of course, you can also see the clever Ravenclaw eagles successfully instigated several Gryffindor lions to turn around and throw their previous accomplices into the snow pile.

Everyone had a great time, including the Ravenclaw eagles, Hufflepuff badgers, Gryffindor lions, and of course the Slytherin snakes.

However, the little snakes were targeted more than the little lions who provoked others.

Except for a few who had a good reputation, basically all the little snakes were attacked secretly or even openly by the other three houses.

Of course, the little lions from Gryffindor were the main targets.

They had no psychological burden when they attacked the little snakes.

Of course, the little snakes were not as measured in their counterattacks as they were against the other two.

The two groups often escalated from snowball fights to wars, and in the end Hufflepuff had to mediate.

Hector naturally joined the army of snowball fights.

After all, he was still a child at heart.

Hector met many acquaintances in the afternoon.

Hermione was dragged by Harry and Ron to join the Gryffindor lion's blitzkrieg against Ravenclaw.

The explosive genius Seamus occasionally randomly mixed a few strange spells into a few snowballs, but the snowballs always ended with a bang.

Fred and George controlled the snowballs with their wands and remotely controlled them to launch a surprise attack on Professor Quirrell who was passing by.

Several of the snowballs hit Quirrell's wrapped back of the head hard, which made Hector take a deep breath.

These two guys were probably the first warriors to wash the face of the noble Lord Voldemort with snowballs.

However, Professor Quirrell didn't care about them. The way he covered the back of his head and hurriedly ran away attracted a burst of laughter from the surrounding little wizards.

Hector even saw Percy and a tall girl in the crowd. Hector vaguely remembered that she was Penelope, the prefect of Ravenclaw. She and Percy stood side by side in the snow. Hector swore that he had never seen Percy smile so brightly.

Everyone had a great time. No matter the school or age, no matter close or distant, they were all enjoying the charm of nature in the snow, and also enjoying their unfettered and carefree youth.

This afternoon was not an important day, but Hector buried it deep in his memory.

After the snowball fight, Madam Pomfrey of the school hospital became hurried all of a sudden.

The stimulant for treating colds in the storage room was soon used up.

Hogwarts was full of little wizards with steam coming out of their ears.

It is said that Madam Pomfrey asked Snape for help and asked him to help prepare some stimulants.

Hector was lucky enough to taste both.

The stimulant prepared by Snape was extremely bitter.

He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth and drank it in one gulp, but the bitter taste stayed on the tip of his tongue for a whole day.

Even the chocolate frog could not relieve the bitterness in his mouth.

Since then, the number of people with colds has obviously dropped a lot, and people have become less wanton in snowball fights. The little wizards who have tasted Snape's potion have reluctantly given up the entertainment of snowball fights.

Frege and George keenly smelled the business opportunity, but their potion level was not enough to prepare a stimulant while ensuring its taste.

The little white mouse Hector tried it, and the taste was even more excessive than Snape's.

It was bitter, but Hector couldn't accept the damn graininess.

Hector's own preparation was much better, but his magic power and proficiency were not enough to support mass production.

The brothers had to give up this business that they could say was making a lot of money, but they turned around and started exploring heating equipment, thinking that they would make some money, but it seemed that there would be no progress before Christmas.

The heating magic of Hogwarts was not that effective.

There were fireplaces in the hall and the lounge to provide a little warmth, but it was much worse in the underground classroom of the Potions class.

Snape seemed to be unable to feel the cold.

His fireplace was covered with dust and looked like it had not been used for a long time.

Whenever he taught, the young wizards could only squeeze next to the red-hot cauldron and feel the little heat.

"I really feel sorry for those people," Draco Malfoy said during a Potions lesson.

"They had to stay at Hogwarts for Christmas because his family didn't want him."

Hector rolled his eyes. Malfoy's sarcasm was really childish, but his life hadn't been so good recently. He was indignant about Slytherin's defeat, and even slandered Harry's flying skills in front of everyone more than once - obviously it didn't work, everyone admired Harry for being able to stay on the broom in that situation.

In addition, during the snowball fight, Malfoy was knocked down from behind by three masked men, and then carried and thrown into the snow pile, which made him seriously ill. He had a good time tasting the stimulant carefully prepared by Snape for a few days. He naturally attributed all this to Hector and the others. After all, the number of people matched, and Malfoy also saw the conspicuous red hair.

Now Malfoy was jealous and angry, and could only laugh at Harry for not having a decent family.

Harry really didn't want to go back to Privet Drive for Christmas. When Professor McGonagall registered the detention record last week, he signed his name on it almost without hesitation.

But Harry didn't feel difficult about it. However, Ron will stay with him this Christmas. The Weasleys are going to Rome to visit their brother, Charlie Weasley, who is studying dragons in Rome.

In addition, Hector invited them to his house. It is said that Hogsmeade is next to Hogwarts. Only third-year wizards can go to Hogsmeade, but Professor McGonagall still agreed to their request, which made Harry look forward to the arrival of Christmas.

Of course, Harry would not tell Malfoy. He rarely maintained his clear mind and did not entangle with Malfoy, which made Malfoy feel very boring.

Of course, the persistent Malfoy would not give up.

The potion class ended soon. The four people climbed to the ground from the underground classroom, talking and laughing. The sharp-eyed Harry first saw a fir tree that had left the ground. There was a pair of big feet at the roots of the tree. They also heard a wheezing sound coming from behind the tree.

It must be Hagrid, they thought to themselves, and it was true. Hagrid greeted them politely from behind the tree.

"Do you need help?���Ron asked kindly, poking his head out from between the branches of the fir tree and looking in the direction of Hagrid's voice.

"No, I can do it."Hagrid's voice was unclear.

"Thank you, Ron."

""Can you please get out of the way? Please move away, Ron?" This gave Malfoy, who was behind him, an opportunity. He dragged out a long and cold voice and mocked Ron.

""Are you trying to earn some pocket money? I think your dream after graduation is to guard a game farm - after all, compared to your home, Hagrid's hut is like a castle."

Ron's face flushed, he turned around and ran towards Malfoy. Hector was blocking the road and it took a lot of effort to stop him.

"Why don't you let me beat him up?" Ron's eyes widened, but he soon knew why - a figure in a black robe soon appeared in his field of vision, and Snape seemed to have discussed it with Malfoy. Ron lowered his head and charged for less than two seconds, and Snape walked out of the basement office in time.

"Weasley!" Snape's voice was cold and emotionless, which calmed down Ron, who was very excited just now.

"What do you want to do? Beat up your classmates?"

"No, Professor," Hector answered for Ron.

"He just wanted to shake hands with Malfoy in a friendly manner. After all, Christmas is coming, and it is better to have more friends than more enemies. Right, Ron?"

"Yes, Professor Snape."Ron lowered his head, and his red face suddenly returned to its original state.

Snape sneered, and he glanced at Hector, obviously he didn't believe this set of words at all. But Ron did not do anything further bad to Malfoy, and he couldn't directly deduct a few points from the hateful Gryffindor.

"In that case," Snape's cold voice sounded,

"I don't think I'm interrupting you - the so-called friendly handshake?"

He glanced at the smirking Malfoy.

"Malfoy, there are still some people who know etiquette."

Ron felt as disgusted as if he had swallowed a slug, and Malfoy was not much better. He really didn't want to shake hands with the red-haired Weasley who exuded a poor atmosphere in his eyes, but Snape's aura was too strong. The two little wizards could only frown and reluctantly extend their hands to each other.

The two of them just shook their hands symbolically twice, and then quickly retracted them as if they had been electrocuted.

Snape nodded, his eyes swept over the little wizards in front of him,

""Well, let's go now. Are you waiting for me to treat you? Or do you want to help me out at Christmas?"

Hermione walked in front, and Harry and Hector carried Ron on each side, leaving this place of trouble and following Hagrid. As for Malfoy, he and his two followers pushed past the fir tree recklessly, knocking the pine needles all over the tree.

"This is right in front of Snape's office, right under his nose. He couldn't have been unaware of your actions there, and he couldn't have failed to deduct points from you." When they were some distance away from the underground classroom, Hector and Ron explained, and he nodded, but he was still very angry.

"I'm going to find an opportunity to teach him a lesson," Ron said through gritted teeth as he watched Malfoy and the others walk away.

"One day, I will teach them a lesson."

"I really hate these two people, Malfoy and Snape."Harry also said

""Well, be cheerful, there's no need to fight with them, it's almost Christmas," Hagrid said in a gentle tone.

"Let's go to the Great Hall. You'll never guess it. It's really amazing."

So Hector, Harry, Ron and Hermione followed Hagrid, who was holding the fir tree, to the Great Hall. Professor Flitwick and Professor McGonagall were there, busy putting up Christmas decorations.

"Ah, Hagrid, I think this is the last tree, thanks for bringing it in. Just put it in the corner over there, okay?"

"It's amazing!" Ron exclaimed as he looked at the beautiful and magnificent auditorium.

""Oh, thank you, Mr.

Weasley.

" Professor McGonagall looked very kind.

She waved her wand, and bunches of ribbons flew up and hung on the fir tree that Hagrid had just placed.

Hector looked around.

There were fir trees arranged in an orderly manner beside the walls around the hall.

There were about twelve of them.

The one in the front was the largest, and the treetop with a big red star almost touched the towering ceiling of the hall.

Many trees were hung with small sparkling icicles.

Professor Flitwick cast a spell on them, so that all parts of these trees would remain the same in the days to come.

Next to the flags of the colleges were ribbons of their main colors, and on the ribbons were golden bells.

Everything foreshadowed the upcoming festival, and it looked very festive.

"Oh, Hector," Professor Flitwick drew Hector over to him, and Professor McGonagall stood beside him.

"Have you ever heard of such a thing as a light strip?" Professor Flitwick asked.

"I have heard several students in our college mention it, but the descriptions were not very clear, and the results were always a little off."

"Oh, the light strip?"Hector tried his best to recall the appearance of the light strip he had seen in the convenience store in his previous life, and took out his magic wand.

"let me try"

"No, Hector, you just need to describe it."Professor McGonagall didn't have a clear idea of Hector's Transfiguration ability. Professor Flitwick motioned her to wait. He had confidence in Hector - Hector had used amazing and mature Transfiguration in duels with him more than once, and Flitwick had a deep impression of Hector's Transfiguration level.

Hector pointed the spell at the plate in front of him, and Professor McGonagall was surprised to see that the snow-white plate gradually stretched out and turned into long and thin lines. Several fruit-like things grew on the lines, emitting different colors of light, which looked very beautiful.

Professor McGonagall's eyes were filled with the same light as Professor Flitwick's. She felt that she had received a Christmas gift in advance, and she was very satisfied with it.