Harry Potter Reborn

October has arrived, and the damp cold air permeates the grounds and penetrates into the castle.

A cold suddenly broke out among professors and students, leaving the school nurse Madam Pomfrey in a hurry. Her refreshing potion had an immediate effect, but those who drank the potion would have smoke coming from their ears for several hours.

Astoria has been feeling ill recently, and Harry forced her to drink some refreshing potion.

"The situation was like this, we were in the Gryffindor common room."

"I said drink it quickly."

"She said, no, I don't want it."

"I said, drink it and you will be healthy. Just be good."

"She said, no, no, it's so bitter, these things taste so bad, brother, I don't want them."

"Then I held her in my arms and fed her. She struggled, and then you came in..."

"You must believe me, uncle policeman, bah, 'Miss Policeman'." Harry looked at Hermione as if he was being interrogated.

Hermione looked at Harry in disbelief: "Really? Are you really not doing anything weird?"

Hermione pulled Astoria behind her, looked at Harry warily, and asked, "Astoria, is everything he said true?"

Astoria straightened her magic robe that was messed up by Harry, and said with a smile, "It's true, my brother didn't do anything except open my mouth and let me drink some strange liquid."

Harry: "⊙▽⊙"

Hermione: "Σ⊙▃⊙川"

"Help." Harry was chased by Hermione in the huge common room.

The lovely Astoria clapped her hands happily at the side: "Sister Hermione, come on, we're catching up soon."

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Raindrops as big as bullets pattered on the windows of the castle and did not stop for several days.

The water in the lake in front of the castle rose, and there was a flow of mud in the flower bed. Due to magic, the pumpkins planted by Hagrid continued to expand, and each one was as big as a flower shed.

However, the enthusiasm of various colleges to carry out Quidditch training did not weaken. Therefore, a few days before Halloween, on a stormy Saturday evening, Harry saw Malfoy returning from training and returning to the auditorium.

His whole body was wet and covered with mud.

"Hey, Malfoy, how do you feel?" Harry greeted with a smile.

Malfoy's beautiful hair stuck to his face, and he looked at Harry fiercely: "You are really annoying."

Harry rolled his eyes: "To add insult to injury and add salt to the wound, isn't that your specialty?"

Malfoy took a breath. What he said was so right that he couldn't refute it.

Malfoy still had time to be in a daze, completely forgetting what he was like now, and Harry couldn't stand it anymore.

“Cleaned and new.”

A breeze blew, and Malfoy became dry.

"I don't need your help."

"Well, who are you talking to, you stinky brother?" Harry pinched Malfoy's face hard.

…

"Malfoy, what's wrong with your face?" While eating, Gaobu looked at Malfoy's cheeks, which had many red marks.

Malfoy took two mouthfuls of rice and said, "I accidentally fell it during Quidditch practice today..."

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The next day is Sunday.

It's drizzling outside the window.

Harry and Astoria arrived at the stadium early in the morning.

Ever since she learned about the sport of Quidditch, she immediately fell in love with it.

Maybe she likes the feeling of freedom in flying in the sky, so she likes flying lessons the most.

She also often goes to the stadium to watch the team practice and never tires of it.

So, even if it rains today, she is still in high spirits.

Harry cast the "Rain Protection Charm", "Wind Protection Charm", and "Warm Yourself Charm" on himself and Astoria.

Don't ask why there are these curses. In the magic world, unscientificness is the main theme.

Astoria stood in the rain, curiously watching the raindrops falling on her body, but she was separated by an invisible layer.

It's like a halo formed all over the body.

Harry also wanted to use the rain-proof spell on Zhang Qiu, but she refused. She was training, how could she do this?

That's why Harry doesn't like Quidditch so much.

That's all for training, but having to train in heavy rain is totally torture.

In the Muggle world, during basketball and football games, athletes would not train in rain or bad weather.

When they play, the court is in the stadium, where will they see rain?

After Zhang Qiu sat on the broomstick and flew up, he suddenly couldn't feel the rain anymore, but it was still raining.

Looking towards Harry, he was waving his hands happily, and Astoria also waved her hands.

Zhang Qiu was helpless. Fortunately, the team members were flying in the sky and didn't notice so much.

Although Harry and Harry were already immune to the rain, Astoria couldn't help but press close to Harry and hold his arms, which seemed to make her feel even warmer.

"Brother, isn't Quidditch weird?" Astoria simply tilted her head in Harry's arms, which was more comfortable.

"Why do you say that?" Harry rested his chin on Astoria's head.

"The rules say that the Seeker must catch the Golden Snitch before it can end. The longest game recorded in the book lasted for three months before the Seeker caught the Golden Snitch in the desert. Isn't this a problem?

"

"Yes, this is indeed a loophole. The rules are not perfect enough. Compared with the Muggles' perfect sports rules, this is far behind. But it should change in the future."

"What sports do Muggles play?" Astoria became interested.

"There are many of them, table tennis, volleyball, football, javelin, swimming, rowing..."

Astoria opened her mouth, stunned, and felt like a bumpkin coming to town.

As Harry was talking, he thought about the pitiful lack of entertainment culture in the wizarding world. There are no movies, no TV, no comics, and the only things that can be used are Quidditch and wizard chess. The wizarding people live a miserable life.

It must be liberated.

I don’t know if I can’t bring something with me, mahjong? Poker cards? Or something else.

After the training, Zhang Qiu ran away directly.

So that his teammates would not notice that he was not caught in the rain at all.

His teammates were soaked, but he was fine. The kind-hearted Zhang Qiu fell into guilt.

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Night, Gryffindor boys dormitory.

Everyone has gone to bed.

Ron got up secretly, turned on a small light, and looked back to see that everyone else was asleep.

Then spread out a notebook.

This is one of his secrets.

A few days ago, he got lost inexplicably and came to an abandoned classroom.

He found this diary.

By some strange coincidence, he brought it back.

Later, he discovered that the diary could actually talk to him.

He seemed to have found a good friend who he could talk to, and he told all his thoughts to the soul named Reard in the book.

Envy and even jealousy of Harry, jealousy of his brother Percy, distress over the broken wand, dislike of Professor Lockhart, fear of Snape...

A few days ago, Snape punished me by cleaning the silverware in the trophy room... Hey, something seems familiar...

Ron shook his head. He felt that he had not been in good spirits recently and was feeling dizzy. It seemed that he also had a cold. He would ask Madam Pomfrey for a refreshing potion tomorrow.

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