Harry Potter Reborn

Chapter 201 The Confessed Astoria!

Chapter 201 Astoria is confessed!

When I saw the letter.

Harry was just surprised.

Astoria is so cute and innocent, it's only natural that someone would like her.

He didn't intend to interfere with Astoria, so after receiving her letter, he handed it to her again.

How to reject such a letter is something Astoria needs to learn.

Then, he heard Astoria say unintentionally: "She gave it to me carefully when there were only two of us left in the class, and she also emphasized that she must read it when there was no one around. I really don't understand.

Why."

Harry's hand froze.

She, it's her, right? I must have heard it right.

"Hey, brother, why don't you let go."

Harry took the letter over again and said naturally: "Astoria, you don't know what to do with this kind of letter written tomorrow and tomorrow, okay? Then let me answer the letter for you, anyway.

What’s written in it is that I want to be friends with you, so you just know.”

"Yeah, okay." Astoria then immersed herself in her homework.

Harry opened the pink letter and opened the folded letter.

Gee, are all the little girls these days so awesome?

The warm warmth between those words could melt people, but luckily Astoria wasn't allowed to see it.

Hermione only read two or three lines and didn't dare to read any more.

Harry put his hand on the letter, and the handwriting slowly faded.

Just use this piece of paper to reply to that girl.

Harry wrote a few random sentences on the letter, and Hermione was overjoyed when she saw it.

Harry said seriously: "Astoria, just give the letter to your classmate. Don't open it."

"Okay." Astoria was obedient.

(Note: If you want to know what is written in the letter and what Harry replied to, please vote and add it to your favorites (_)...)

The story went off the rails, talking about the card games that boys love to play.

Naturally, Harry will not play this game. The last celebrity added to the card is Harry Potter. The picture is of a little boy shrouded in black mist. The name of the card is Harry Potter, the Destiny Child.

Of course, girls also have their favorite games. Girls will play some small games such as dress-up. I heard that they came from the Muggle world, and they are called Barbie Princess’ Wardrobe.

The demonized version of the doll is definitely different from the Muggle doll. Barbie's clothes purchased in the wizarding world can be changed at will, and Barbie can transform into a child, with the same body proportions, just smaller.

You can let her try on any clothes to see what looks good on her, without having to change them one by one.

So much digression, Harry and Hermione were at the end of Care of Magical Creatures class.

They came to the library.

Hermione brought over a dozen large and thick books, the thinnest of which were as thick as a brick.

Hermione said: "I want to master arithmetic divination in half a year, at least as good as Professor Plowney. Reading these books is just the beginning."

Harry told her that Troplawni was very good and there was no need to work so hard.

Hermione didn't believe it: "She has been a professor at Hogwarts for at least ten years."

However, Hermione ignored her current thinking and approach: she thought that as long as she studied hard for half a year, she could defeat Troplawni in the field of divination.

Doesn't this contradict her regard for Tepuloni?

Hermione really has too much self-confidence in some aspects.

So Harry had to be dragged over to stay with her.

A week later, Goyle and Crabbe dropped out.

It sparked a heated discussion in the little Hogwarts.

For a school with a total population of over 500 students, Hogwarts is indeed a small school.

Students in the school look up without looking down, and parents all know each other.

Therefore, it is impossible for the two to suddenly drop out of school without causing discussion.

A more reliable theory is that their fathers were fired from the Ministry of Magic and they were going to transfer to a small magic school.

They were just two very inconspicuous people, and everyone just said a few words and ignored them, and the matter was soon forgotten.

Pitiful……

Thursday morning, Snape's Potions class.

He made things difficult for Gryffindor as always. When he found out that Harry was so thick-skinned that he ignored any difficulties, and when Hermione became the best student in his magic class and could answer any of his questions perfectly, he didn't bother to talk to them.

.

The artillery fire was mainly focused on Neville.

Although Harry hoped to change Neville's character, it was somewhat effective.

But Neville was still timid when facing Snape, like a mouse meeting a cat, naturally incompatible.

Defense against the Dark Arts is on Thursday afternoon.

When they rushed to Professor Lupine's first Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Professor Lupine hadn't arrived yet.

Hermione sat down and took out her textbook, quill and parchment.

From the first year Professor Quirrell who was suspected of having a relationship with Voldemort, to the second year Professor Lockhart who only boasted and smiled and brought the troublesome elf into class and let him out.

Students have been completely disappointed with Defense Against the Dark Arts classes.

But Hermione had seen him fight off dementors, and she thought that Professor Lupine had some real talent.

Professor Luping finally walked into the classroom.

He had a faint smile on his face, carrying the tattered old box.

He was no longer ragged and put on a brand new light gray wizard robe. He looked much healthier than when he was on the train. It seemed that he had eaten a few good meals at Hogwarts.

"First of all, thank you to one of your classmates for giving me this robe. It fits perfectly." Lu Ping said with a smile.

"You can put away the books spread out on the table, because we are going to have a practical class this time."

After hearing the practical lesson, the students exchanged meaningful glances.

That certain professor who turned Defense Against the Dark Arts into a theater class loved giving them terrible practical lessons.

However, they still cannot lose faith in the Defense Against the Dark Arts course, which teaches powerful magic.

What if, what if Professor Luping is more reliable?

So the students followed Lu Ping out of the classroom with anticipation and apprehension.

He led them through the empty corridor and around a corner.

They passed a room they had previously avoided, Filch's office.

The doorknob is locked now.

"The new administrator hasn't arrived yet."

"But I bet she won't use this room."

Lupine led them through the second corridor and stopped outside the door of the staff lounge.

"Come in," said Professor Lupine, opening the door and taking a step back.

The staff lounge is a long room with wooden panels on the walls and filled with old mismatched chairs.

There was only one teacher in the room now, Professor Snape, sitting in a low armchair.

When the classmates filed into the room, he turned around, his eyes sparkling, and a sarcastic sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

After Professor Lupin came in, he was about to close the door behind him when Snape said: "Don't close the door, Lupin, I don't want to witness the performance of these idiots."

He stood up and strode past his classmates, his black robe fluttering behind him.

After walking outside the door, he turned around and said: "I don't know if anyone has told you, Lupin, that there is a Neville Longbottom in this class. I suggest that you don't leave any complicated things to him."

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"Also, I don't know if you can stand the arrogance of Mr. Potter and Miss Granger, huh."

Snape snorted in displeasure, slammed the door, and left.

(My computer was thrown to the ground by a child at home two days ago and broke. I am stupid and lazy, so the 2 chapters I wrote are gone. I have to rewrite them and can only use my mobile phone to write them, haha...)

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