Rebirth of the Harry Potter

May.

The wind is very gentle.

Inside Harry's cabin.

There was a bottle of potion on the table. The bottle was so small that it could be called a pocket. It can be pinched with the thumb and index finger. If someone drinks it, I am afraid that normal people will drink it clean in one gulp.

The transparent glass bottle contained a golden juice-like liquid, and a very strange and alluring smell wafted around the house.

Fuling potion, also called lucky potion.

However, the so-called "good luck" that can be brought can't directly make the user's wishes come true. In fact, it mainly combines the wizard's abilities in various aspects, such as social skills, perception skills, magic skills, and reaction skills. It has been greatly improved, so it will make people feel very satisfied no matter what they do, as if they are protected by the goddess of luck.

As one of several top potions with the most powerful magical effects, the preparation process of Fu Ling Potion is extremely complicated, and it takes half a year.

Harry naturally didn't have the time, energy and mood to allocate, so this bottle of incomparably precious Felicia was prostituted from Professor Snape for nothing.

Whores make him happy.

"Is this the legendary weapon of karma?" Harry looked at the small bottle of potion with great interest.

A standard bottle can keep a wizard in the "lucky time" for twelve hours.

In the original plot, everyone in Harry’s camp drank a drop or two, but the effect was very powerful. When the enemy’s spell hit them, they always flew past their bodies. They were real masters of body strokes. .

Harry gently unscrewed the cap of the small bottle, and a few bubbles came out of the mouth of the bottle.

Harry took a small sip, and nearly one-third of the whole bottle went down. He smashed his mouth to savor the taste: "It's a bit like orange juice soda, but the taste part gets high marks."

Harry turned his head, looked at the ceiling, at the glass of the window.

The room was quiet, nothing changed.

The potion that was rumored to be almost magical, is this the reaction?

Suspiciously, Harry picked up Felicia Potion, turned it around in his hand and observed it again and again: "What Severus won't give me is an expired product?"

Not getting any results, Harry decided to stand up and walk around to see if he could trigger the magical effect of the Potion of Felicia.

Harry went to the bedroom and opened the door.

Zhang Qiuzheng straightened his arms and put white underwear on his body, showing his graceful figure at a glance.

After she lowered her arms, she sat on the bed and looked at Harry quietly.

"Hahaha, I really didn't mean to peek..." Harry smiled awkwardly, closed the door and backed out.

Harry was about to go to the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth, when the door opened nonchalantly.

It was steaming inside, and the two girls in the bathtub were laughing and playing.

Seeing Harry standing at the door with a dazed face, the brunette girl shouted angrily, "Didn't you say you would never barge in when we were not prepared? Get out!"

The white water mist in the air, because of the magic fluctuations generated by Hermione, condensed into a wall, made of countless small water droplets, and smashed towards the door.

Harry dodged out of the bathroom, and the water droplets hit the glass door behind him with a dull sound.

In the bathroom, Hermione ran her finger through Astoria's dripping blond hair, while looking puzzled, she muttered to herself: "What's going on? The magic I set up still exists, why is it useless. "

Since they first lived together, Harry often "accidentally" went to the wrong door.

Several times down, persuasion to no avail.

Hermione and Zhang Qiu casually set a simple magic spell on the bathroom door every time they took a bath.

It would be easy to break the spell, but wouldn't that seem deliberate, contradicting what Harry said was unintentional.

After all, Harry wanted to save face, and there will be no more incidents of breaking into the door by mistake after that.

But today, the spell was still hanging on the door, but it failed to stop it.

The spell was successful, but the magic was a failure.

The probability of this happening is pitifully small, and Hermione is thinking about whether to buy a Chinese sports lottery.

This luck, what if it hits?

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Harry sat on the sofa full of thoughts, looking solemnly at the small bottle of golden liquid on the table.

He suddenly took a deep breath.

Why do you see a beautiful view when you open the door inexplicably? Couldn't it be the effect of the elixir of blessing?

so scary? So... understand me?

cough cough......

Harry couldn't sit still, and he called out, "Helena, Helena..."

A ghostly figure swishes out from the kitchen out of the door of the Room of Requirement.

Helena's panicked and angry voice came: "I'm just a ghost, don't you want to see me naked?"

It turned out that Harry drank the Felicity Potion, and under the guidance of some mysterious force, opened the door and saw Zhang Qiu, Hermione Astoria, and Helena saw it clearly.

Even though the dress on her body was transformed by the soul, it is impossible to be taken off inexplicably according to magic principles.

But Helena still didn't want to confront this force majeure head-on, who knew what strange things would happen.

So the clever Helena slipped away first.

As long as I run fast enough, Harry's shameless thoughts can't catch up with me.

"Hey..." Harry stretched out his hand and scratched lonely.

"I just want to ask you what you have for breakfast, are you thinking too much?" Harry said lonely.

After a while, Hermione came out wiping her wet hair on one side of her shoulder with her head tilted.

She saw Harry brooding over a bottle of potions immediately.

Hermione grabbed the glass bottle curiously, opened it and asked, "What is this?"

After sniffing lightly, Hermione said, "It has a sweet scent mixed with apple juice and passion fruit."

After shaking the bottle twice, I watched the liquid inside slowly tilt and rotate in the bottle, with pink stardust-like sediment floating up.

Hermione, who had a huge reserve of knowledge, quickly remembered that there was a corresponding description of a potion in a certain magic book.

"Felix Elixir?" Hermione asked, but she was very convinced when she thought of the strange useless situation in her magic just now.

Hermione smiled and said, "It's okay, what are you drinking this for? What do you want to do?"

Harry laughed: "Don't get me wrong, I never thought of visiting the girls' dormitory."

"Oh." Hermione replied flatly.

She looked at the remaining potion in the bottle: "You drank about one-third of it, well, the effect lasts for four hours, so you should be at home this morning."

"Ah, oh, um..." Harry went through a psychological journey of bewilderment, doubt, disappointment and resignation.

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People who have taken Felicia Potion, if they do something, they will feel that the sun is shining in the sky, the flowers are smiling at me, and the birds are saying good morning... Doing anything is like a divine help.

What if you stay quietly?

Then the world has been spinning around him invisibly, but he himself doesn't know it.

Depressed Harry stood in front of the window, opened the window, the sun was not glaring, the sky was blue, there were many clouds, and the world didn't change at all.

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