Rebirth of the Harry Potter

Harry's cabin.

Helena stayed alone in this deserted room.

Since she moved here, she has never felt lonely, even if she is often alone in the house sitting by the window, looking at the sky, and no one talks to her.

But today she felt that the room was extremely cold.

She turned her head and glanced at the fireplace, the wood hadn't been burned nearly halfway, and the flame was burning.

There is some melancholy and loneliness in my heart for no reason.

She thought about it, maybe it was because Harry was leaving today, even if it was only for more than two weeks.

"I have survived the chaos for a thousand years, and I have never felt that the time is long, but now, it is just a short vacation... Sigh..."

"It's such a strange feeling... What's so good about Harry? He's a little pervert... and he bullies himself all day long..." Helena stared blankly.

She bent over and stood beside Harry's bed, packing his things and suitcases.

The skirt is dragged to the ground along the hips, and the posture is intriguing.

A few strands of transparent curly hair hung down, and Helena combed them behind her ears naturally.

Her hand froze suddenly, she stared at the hair in her hand, she didn't know what it was like in her heart: "I almost forgot that I was a ghost."

Helena went to Harry's bedroom window and picked up a photo of Harry and Astoria making faces, her hand on the glass of the frame, looking out.

In the yard, at the bulletin board, a group of students braved the heavy snow and gathered around there, who didn't know who posted what.

"We're back, Sister Helena." Just as Helena was distracted, Astoria's voice sounded from outside.

Helena quickly put the photo back in place and walked out of Harry's bedroom.

"You..." Helena looked at the suitcase floating behind Harry.

"Isn't there the Hogwarts Express train at night?" Helena suddenly thought that Harry would Apparate, and he didn't need to take the train. He could leave at any time: "Are you leaving now?"

"I haven't packed your luggage yet."

"Wait..." Harry suddenly stopped Helena who wanted to go into his room and continue packing.

Harry asked puzzled, "Who told you I'm leaving?"

"Aren't you going? Isn't it Christmas holiday? Then you are..." Helena's heart jumped, and she was suddenly happy, but when she thought of her decision just now, she felt sad again.

"Of course not. The only places I can live are here and the Leaky Cauldron. I still have work to do at school, so naturally I have to stay at school."

Harry said, "Or do you really want me to go away?"

"No." Helena said quickly.

"Let me find out again that you have this kind of thought, hmph, I'll... beat your ass into eight petals."

Unexpectedly, this time Helena didn't hold her buttocks shyly, but tilted her head slightly, she didn't know what she was thinking, and said unconvinced: "If you have the ability, hit me."

Harry: "..."

Zhang Qiu and Hermione looked at Harry with dangerous eyes.

"... Cough... You put Zhang Qiu's things in another bedroom first, she will live with us in the future. Zhang Qiu, don't you really think about it again? My bed is really big And soft."

Astoria nodded: "Yes, especially brother's arms are the most comfortable."

Zhang Qiu blushed and said, "You haven't even turned fourteen yet."

For some reason, Hermione's eyes suddenly wandered, and no one noticed.

...

Harry used Helena as a servant, not politely.

Poor ghost.

Unexpectedly, after death, he would be exploited by Zhou Papi.

How heartbreaking it would be for Rowena Ravenclaw to see her daughter being pushed around.

Helena heard Harry's words, but did not obediently go to work.

She bit her lip lightly and said, "I have something to say."

"What's the matter?" Harry asked.

"I, I'm leaving."

"Where are you going?" Someone frowned slightly.

"I'm a ghost, I shouldn't have too much contact with strangers." Helena turned her face away, leaving Harry with a beautiful profile, her eyebrows drooping: "I'm going to move out of here."

Harry looked cold, he took two steps forward, and Helena was forced to take two steps back.

"You...what are you going to do!" Helena stopped by the sofa. When she got nervous, she even forgot that she was a ghost and could penetrate objects.

"Wait a moment." Harry said to Zhang Qiu and Hermione.

With a cold face, Harry pulled Helena, who had tried her best to resist but had no effect, into her room, and the door was shut heavily.

Hermione and Zhang Qiu looked at each other.

After a while, a woman's crying and loud crackling sounded in the room.

The voice turned sad, twists and turns, and choked from time to time.

"Don't... woo... I was wrong, it hurts..."

"I'll never go again... please forgive me... woo woo..."

Hermione, Qiu Zhang is fidgeting, Harry won't put her...

long time……

The door was opened again.

Helena followed closely behind Harry. She looked at Harry in fear and covered her hips with her hands.

She was sobbing, and her long eyelashes were covered with teardrops, which were as clear as a lotus emerging from water. The teardrops lingered on her white skin, reluctantly shed, and then merged into her body.

Seeing Zhang Qiu and Hermione, Helena looked a little embarrassed and flustered.

It's like a little maid who was favored by the master just now, and saw two real wives.

Zhang Qiu couldn't help laughing suddenly.

Helena is the ghost of Ravenclaw House, and she never thought that the proud ghost would become like this.

...

There were many snowflakes.

Hogwarts bulletin board.

There were many footprints scattered around, and the snow was trampled away.

The old, dirty bulletin board had been replaced by a new, larger wooden sign.

The reason why the students are still gathered here at this time is because a new piece of parchment has been nailed to it.

It wasn't Helena's notice of school holidays.

It was written by a student.

Three big words are at the top: [Challenge Letter]

"To Professor Sybill Trelawney:"

"I will use the knowledge I learned in the arithmetic and divination class to challenge your ability and your proud Celestial Eye."

"If you lose, it will prove that you are just a liar, please leave Hogwarts immediately."

"If you win, I will offer you ten thousand Galleons as an apology."

"Time: Christmas noon."

"Location: Great Hall - all Hogwarts professors will be witnesses."

"Waiting for your arrival."

"—Hermione Granger."

The words on the parchment rotated on the paper every once in a while, forming two cartoon characters, Hermione and Trelawney. They held wands and struck each other, and the words burst like sparks. Then rearrange them into sentences.

After the surrounding students finished reading the contents of the parchment, they couldn't help but gasp.

"It's terrifying, it's terrifying."

"It's so exciting, students challenge the professor."

A certain Quidditch fanatic began to convert the Galleons into something he could understand: "Ten thousand Galleons! It's too scary. I read the "Quidditch Weekly" a few days ago, and it was still talking about magic. The Department of Sports is arguing over whether to pay for seven Firebolts for the national team. This ten thousand Galleons is enough to buy more than twenty Firebolts!"

A wizard swallowed: "If I have so many Galleons, I must deposit them in the goblin's Gringotts bank immediately!"

"You're thinking of peaches."

"This liar should have been kicked out a long time ago." A senior girl said angrily: "I was told by her that I would die unknown for three years. Because of her nonsense, my family brought me all over the world. Find a way to undo the curse of fate."

"In the end, when the time she predicted for my death came, I was still fine."

"Guess what she said? She said 'I don't expect your gratitude - because you have no idea how much I've tried to save your poor life.' f~k~, shameless!"

"However, is it possible for Granger to win? Although Trelawney babbled all day long, she hardly learned anything from her. But she was also recruited by Professor Dumbledore and stayed in the school for ten years. A few years. It’s impossible not to have some real strength, right?”

"Hermione Granger is only in the third grade. Although everyone says she is very smart, she should have only studied arithmetic and divination for half a year. How good is she?" Some people thought this competition was a joke, so he sneered: "Ten thousand Galleons, really rich."

From what he said, it seemed that Hermione had lost the challenge.

"Anyway, I hope I can teach Trelawney a lesson. I've had enough of her pretending to know everything all day long."

"I didn't expect to have such an interesting thing when I was on vacation."

"It's a pity that it's Christmas Day, I'm going home, and I can't eat such a big melon."

"Hey, anyway, I don't have anything to do when I go home this year, I want to stay here and watch the show."

More and more people are being attracted.

Everyone speaks their own opinion.

There are those who support, those who ridicule, those who are angry, and those who eat melons...

...

Trelawney actually really bluffed many people with her mysterious performance.

On the bulletin board, the few wizards who are devoted to her have already started to quarrel with the wizards who don't like her.

It will soon develop into a wand pointing to each other.

Here comes Lavender and Parvati, two of Trelawney's loyal fans (dun).

The crazy kind.

They had already obeyed Trelawney, and Trelawney believed everything she said.

They squeezed into the innermost layer and waited until they saw what was written on the parchment.

His face changed.

"How dare she!"

"Unforgivable!"

The two were very angry, as if the god in their hearts had been slandered by others.

But Parvati suddenly exclaimed: "I remembered, the professor once predicted that she would receive a gift from the Goddess of Wealth."

"Is this what you mean?"

The two looked excited: "It must be so!"

"Hey, why did you tear it off..." Suddenly Parvati reached out and tore off the piece of paper nailed to the bulletin board.

Parvati glanced at them with disdain: "I tell you, we are going to send this to Professor Trelawney, and the professor will definitely show up on Christmas Day."

"Granger, just wait to become the laughing stock of the school." The two walked away confidently.

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