Rebirth of the Harry Potter

the next day.

As soon as the students of Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin woke up, they couldn't help sniffing their noses twice, because there was a faint burnt smell in the air.

They got up and ran outside, and saw that all that remained of Hufflepuff's good dormitory towers was the charred ruins of the fire.

Professor Sprout was busy climbing up and down the tree. The potion bottle in her hand contained a light green liquid, and she dumped it on the most severely injured part of the tree.

The pitch-black charred wood peeled away slowly, revealing the intact trunk underneath, but the color was still relatively fresh, like patches of blotches compared with the weather-beaten bark in other areas.

In addition, dozens of wizards wearing some kind of uniform robes kept using the floating spell to pull out the broken walls and wood in the tower and throw them aside.

A few wizards were flipping through the old blueprints. This is the architectural drawing of the tower. They wanted to make the new tower exactly the same as before.

"What's the matter?"

"What happened yesterday?"

These students looked at the scene in bewilderment.

It was at breakfast that they learned what had happened from the Hufflepuff students.

"It's nothing serious." A Gryffindor boy patted a Hufflepuff student with a good relationship: "I know those people. They are the post-disaster reconstruction offices of the Ministry of Magic. They are all professional construction talents. Repair the tower, and then you can live in it again."

"Look at you, why are you all so downcast. Isn't the dormitory building burned? I've always had a dream, that is to set Hogwarts on fire..."

"You know a hammer." The Hufflepuff student said with a sad face: "Are we sad because the room was burned? Of course not. We went into the dormitory to pack things in the morning, and the clothes and books were all wet." Water dehumidification" "Cleaning up" can easily restore them to the original. But those who do homework, half sketches of Fantastic Beasts, and so many papers, ink written on parchment soaked in water , all turned into a mass of stains, stains are no good!"

"Who used that water magic at the end! Let me know, I must... thank his eight generations of ancestors."

Just then, Professor McGonagall walked to the front of the auditorium.

She said: "Just now the prefect of Hufflepuff explained to me some situations. I know that the homework is very heavy and it is impossible to finish it again in one day, so after discussing with other professors, I decided to go to Hufflepuff College. Assignments are allowed to be deferred until next weekend."

"Wow!"

"Great."

"Long live understanding."

The long table of Hufflepuffs who were still lifeless just now cheered up.

...

Professor McGonagall called some people away, not knowing what the investigation turned up.

At night, Helena posted a notice on the bulletin board.

The text is simple: Due to the poor conduct of three students, Ariel Mena, Valia Almeida, and Haisa Buller, Hogwarts will expel them.

No one knows how bad this behavior is.

However, Hogwarts has not expelled a student for many years. The last time Hagrid was involved in the Chamber of Secrets more than 50 years ago and was mistakenly thought that he caused the death of a Muggle girl, he was expelled.

This time, I didn't expect that because of some inexplicable reasons, people would be expelled, or three at once.

How could the students not speak out.

However, except for a very few students who knew about the misdeeds of the three girls, no one knew exactly what was going on.

A Slytherin boy said mysteriously: "As far as I know, one of them is the niece of a Hogwarts school manager. She does not agree to expel her niece."

"Then how?" Someone asked curiously.

The Slytherin student said: "Of course the minority obeys the majority. The other eleven school managers all voted for it. What can she do?"

"What about the three girls who were expelled? Will they be transferred to Beauxbaton School of Witchcraft and Wizardry?"

"Impossible,

Hogwarts judged that their virtues were bad, so how could Beauxbatons accept them. They can only enter some low-end magic schools. ’ said the Slytherin boy emphatically.

"How do you know this so clearly?" Some people didn't believe it, thinking that he was just grandstanding.

The Slytherin boy said in surprise: "Didn't I tell you that my dad is also one of the school trustees?"

"Big brother, you are my big brother now, I want to hang out with you."

"Low-key, low-key." The Slytherin boy's nostrils were up to the sky.

"Brother, can you do me a little favor?"

"What's up?"

"It's like this. I recently fell in love with Pansy Parkinson, but Malfoy has been pestering her facelessly. Can you warn Malfoy for me?"

"Fuck you, Malfoy is my big brother!"

...

On Wednesday next week, the dormitory building of Hufflepuff College will be repaired, and it will be exactly the same as it was before the fire.

No one in the school talked about it anymore, it was just a trivial matter, and there was no need to remember it.

Every day is a rough day for fifth graders.

In the Transfiguration class, Professor McGonagall crazily stuffed magic into the students' minds. Some people who didn't practice spells had to mutter spells while eating during lunch.

The sketches of animals and plants that Hagrid requested were never finished.

Not to mention, Professor McGonagall, Graplan and Sinistra assigned them a lot of homework. Even Hermione was complaining that it was impossible to finish the homework that night. Others could imagine.

After a period of time since the start of school, the teaching is on the right track, and the professors become more and more strict.

Harry and Hermione's homework was now in a state of disarray, and when they returned to the cabin, Hermione opened her book and began working on Snape's essay, although she was exhausted in class.

Zhang Qiu was helping Harry and Hermione with their homework, otherwise they would have to write until two o'clock in the middle of the night before going to bed.

"Last week, Professor Snape put eight students into confinement because they didn't turn in their homework. Zhang Qiu, how did you manage to be so relaxed last year? It feels like you haven't been bothered by your homework." Hermione Said.

While flipping through the books, Zhang Qiu kept writing on the parchment paper: "Make plans early, study in advance, keep the key knowledge in mind, and you will be able to do homework with ease. And I asked the professors what the homework of the course they are going to study is What, they didn't hesitate to tell me."

Harry finally finished his homework. He threw away the quill and let out a long sigh of relief: "I suspect I'm sick."

"Obviously copying Hermione's homework is enough, why do I have to use my own brain? Isn't this just making myself suffer?"

Harry took copying homework as a matter of course and showed no sense of shame.

"Indeed, this is what I've always wondered about." Hermione said curiously, "I simply don't believe that Harry would become so studious. I even suspect that you have been under the Imperius Curse."

Harry hehe said: "If you are under the Imperius Curse, you won't know your favorite seven poses."

Even though Hermione already had a wealth of "battle" experience with Harry, she couldn't stand Harry's words being so explicit.

She blushed and scolded, "Rogue."

"Then you're a rascal," said Harry.

Zhang Qiu said helplessly at the side: "I'm helping you guys, please don't disturb me."

Harry said, "Of course I thank you, but Hermione insulted my character."

"Is it wrong to tell the truth?" Hermione said.

"But I'm telling the truth." Harry said in shock, "Could it be that you fell in love with the eighth one again?"

"Ah!" Zhang Qiu went crazy.

"Why is the topic so biased! Don't write, let's rest first." Zhang Qiu walked towards the bedroom.

Harry followed and said, "Today I'm going to check carefully whether your body has changed."

Hermione ran between the two and held Zhang Qiu firmly: "I will protect Zhang Qiu's chastity tonight."

Zhang Qiu: "..."

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