Rebirth of the Harry Potter

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Dean thought for a moment and said uncertainly: "If you include reading at the dining table during meals, it would probably last ten hours?"

"Oh..." Ernie MacMillan sighed inexplicably, looking very...

"Why do you ask?" Dean asked doubtfully.

"Haha, it's nothing." Ernie McMillan sneered. ,

He asked Ron unwillingly: "Ron, what about you, how many hours do you review a day?"

"I don't know." Ron's nose suddenly seemed uncomfortable. He touched it and said in an unclear tone, "It's probably a few hours."

"How many hours?" Ernie MacMillan asked, looking expectant and nervous at the same time.

Ron raised his voice a little higher, as if Ernie MacMillan asked this, violating everyone's privacy and he bravely stood up to him: "Gee, why do you always ask us this question?"

"Besides, who would count the time while reviewing?" Ron muttered, showing some appropriate impatience.

But Ernie McMillan refused to give up without asking. "You guessed it...more or less than eight hours?" he said.

Ron glanced at Dean beside him calmly, his eyes rolled, as if he was thinking in distress: "Well... it should be less, but, ahem, it's indispensable..."

He breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, the question was 'eight hours', not 'four hours' or 'two hours'."

"Oh, haha, that's it, haha." But Ernie McMillan didn't wait for Ron to finish speaking, and started laughing to himself.

His expression became relaxed and lively, and he puffed up his chest: "I can review for eight hours."

It seems that this is a competition where as long as you review longer, you can pass the O.W.LS exam.

Ernie MacMillan boasted endlessly: "It's eight to nine hours. I review for an hour before breakfast every day, and the average is eight hours. If things go well, I can study for ten hours on the weekend. I studied for nine hours on Monday Half, Tuesday is not so good - only seven hours and a quarter, and then Wednesday..."

But Ron had already dragged Dean away.

Ernie McMillan didn't care. He continued to move through the crowd, asking questions.

However, when he reached the back of the line and was almost in front of Harry and Hermione, his expression changed and he was about to turn around and return to the front.

Harry had been staring at Ernie MacMillan with a smile, and saw that Ernie MacMillan wanted to leave before he asked him, so he spoke.

"Dear classmate Ernie McMillan, it seems that you are very concerned about the review situation of your classmates, so why don't you come and ask me?"

Ernie MacMillan smiled stiffly.

Many students in the front who had just been upset by Ernie McMillan's questions felt much more relaxed.

It's not like they didn't know what Ernie McMillan was thinking. They could just compare his review time with that of others, and then they could consciously see where their own grades were.

Those students who didn't have as much review time as Ernie McMillan are so disgusting. You think you can pass them all if you have more review time, hey, bah.

Now ask Harry and Hermione to see if he can still laugh.

That was the eldest son who had ranked first and second in the school for five years. Ernie McMillan was simply bringing shame on himself.

Ernie Macmillan was looked at by Harry and he didn't dare not ask, so he forced a smile and said, "Potter, how are you and Granger doing in your review?"

"Me." Harry said very distressedly, "I review twenty-four hours a day."

"In order not to sleep, I force myself to drink uplifting potions every day." Harry's eyes shone, "I have been doing this for more than a month."

"Tell me, why are there not twenty-five hours a day?" Harry's eyes were filled with bloodthirsty light.

Hum, I'll let you roll, I'll roll you to death.

Ernie MacMillan swallowed, Harry is so perverted, he is really not a human being.

He compared the gap between himself and Potter, and found that there was not even half of it.

He was greatly shocked, dragged his heavy steps, and left happily.

As for what Harry said, no one suspected that it was false.

They had already guessed that Harry must not study during class, letting everyone relax, and secretly study when no one was around, and then shock everyone.

Otherwise, how can we always be at the top?

All depends on talent?

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

Now, I finally heard Harry admit it himself.

But, how cruel.

Seeing that everyone in the team was in a state of anxiety and restlessness, Hermione pinched Harry's side hard and said, "What are you talking nonsense about?"

"What are you doing, hey boy..." Harry was startled.

"You're going to die." Hermione blushed at Harry's weird attitude.

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Professor Sprout opened the greenhouse door and took a strange look at the Gryffindor and Slytherin students. They all looked listless and wilted, which could be compared to the firefox flower she had forgotten to water for half a year. .

"Come in, everyone."

So everyone quickly walked into the greenhouse and stayed away from the pervert in the back.

during the class.

Gryffindors stood on one side of the long table, and Slytherins stood on the other.

Where Harry was facing the two people, there was a person who kept saying something strange.

He seemed to have a high status in Slytherin. When he spoke, the people around him would listen, and he looked very proud.

"Don't worry too much." He combed his hair, looked at Harry with a sneer, and said confidently: "The O.W.LS exam is not a problem that can be solved by studying well."

Hearing what he said, more people suddenly raised their ears.

Da Beitou mysteriously sent out his message: "The door, do you understand? This thing is not just talk. Do you know the Wizarding Examination Office? It is in charge of our O.W.LS exam. Office Director, Old Gsilda March Ban, my father has known her for many years, and that friendship... my father just invited her to dinner last week, and I was also there... I wanted to do something..."

That’s all.

The corners of his mouth raised, giving rise to a Dragon King smile, and he received a crowd of astonished glances.

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"Is this true?" Hermione asked Harry in a panicked whisper.

She is obviously a smart woman, but in some places, she has a sense of stupidity.

"I don't think so." Neville, who was on Harry's left, answered Hermione's question.

He said softly: "Gsilda Marchban is my grandmother's friend. They have known each other for sixty years."

"She is not the type to do such a thing. She is as strict and... loving as my grandma."

Harry trimmed the devil's ivy in the flower pot with scissors and said without raising his head, "Who is this guy over there? Malfoy Two?"

Malfoy was shot while lying down.

Hermione said: "Craig Gomez, his father is one of the school directors, and his rank is much lower than that of old Malfoy."

"However, his father took advantage of his relevant position in the Ministry of Magic's Education Department to open a printing shop for his eldest son in Diagon Alley. He required all twenty-four departments of the Ministry of Magic to print through this shop. Unified standards. In a short period of time, he earned 1.74 million gold galleons. On the surface, his wealth surpassed that of the Malfoy family, so Craig Gomez wanted to build his own circle." Hermione gritted her teeth. Because she is a reporter from the Propaganda Department, she has to go through this store when submitting the manuscript.

Harry paused his hand and said, "Oh, that's it."

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