Harry Potter Reborn

Flint seemed not to hear it and stood there dumbly, motionless.

There was no intention of being panicked by being suddenly exposed.

"It seems I was too careful." Harry said to himself.

"It's really just a coincidence caused by Flint trying to avoid fighting."

Harry picked up his wand, hit Flint on the head, and said, "Now you can go back and forget what just happened."

After saying that, Harry disappeared.

However, Flint still didn't move, standing there like a pillar, staring straight into the air in front of him.

…

Half an hour later, Harry suddenly appeared next to Flint, who hadn't even moved half an inch.

He lifted the invisibility spell.

During the time when he disappeared, he didn't leave at all.

Instead, he entered a state of invisibility, standing at the corner, observing Flint.

Because the real command he gave to Flint in his mind was to stand there.

If Flint moves...

Haha, there is almost no one who can lift Harry's Imperius Curse.

Then Harry really had to wonder if the world was conscious, and in order to return to the original world line, he "created" a powerful wizard to correct it.

"Okay, now go back to the Slytherin common room and regain your senses," Harry ordered.

"Yes." Flint replied mechanically.

…

After Flint left, Harry still felt uneasy.

There is no way, what if this really indicates that Voldemort will be resurrected.

That's really not good.

Harry frowned and decided to make sure one last time.

…

Snape's underground office.

"Dong dong dong."

There was a knock on the door.

"Who?" Snape's usual high-pitched voice neighed like a snake.

"I."

Then the room became quiet, and there was no intention of inviting people outside the room to come in.

"Okay, then I'm coming in."

When Harry came in, it took him a few seconds to adjust to the darkness of Snape's office.

Snape, who was wearing black robes and with greasy curly hair, was seen sitting behind the table, looking at Harry with an angry look on his face.

"I heard that you asked Mrs. Hooch to change the game between Slytherin and Gryffindor to a game against Ravenclaw."

Snape was about to angrily scold Harry Potter for coming in without permission, but when he heard Harry talking about it, he thought he understood Harry's purpose.

He leaned on the chair leisurely and sneered: "Are you here to beg me or let Slytherin and Gryffindor play against each other? After all, your Gryffindor training is all against Slytherin. If the opponent's style changes,

If you don’t, it won’t be easy for you to achieve excellent results.”

The corners of Snape's mouth formed a straight line diagonally upward.

"I'm telling you! Don't even think about it..."

"no."

"Uh..." Snape hesitated.

"But it's almost the same," Harry said.

"……think!"

"I'm here to discuss the feasibility of this matter with you, discuss... understand." Harry said seriously: "Of course you can disagree."

Snape narrowed his eyes and said gloomily: "Then if you don't get out, I will never agree to it."

Harry is not embarrassed.

He just said regretfully: "My mother definitely hopes that someone can help her child achieve this goal..."

Then he looked at Snape with his emerald green eyes.

No need to say anything, just watch.

[Activate the only true god-level skill: the gaze from Lily’s eyes.]

(Skill introduction: When the savior Harry Potter looks at the half-blood prince Severus Snape with his eyes, it is equivalent to Lily coming in person and can kill Snape instantly.)

Snape gritted his teeth and clenched his hands into fists.

How could Lily have such a child?!

Extremely shameless!

After a long time, Snape sat down again.

As if he was appointed, he said without any fluctuation in his tone: "Okay, I will discuss this matter with Mrs. Huo Qi."

Harry said in surprise: "Really?"

Snape raised his head and looked at Harry coldly, saying nothing.

Harry said suspiciously: "Don't lie to me, do you really want Slytherin to fight Gryffindor again?"

Snape gritted his teeth and said, "Yes, you can go."

Harry asked tirelessly: "Are you really sure? You'll go later?"

If looks could kill, Harry would have been killed countless times by Snape.

Snape's face turned red with anger. He suppressed his anger and said word by word: "I said, do, do, do! You disappear immediately!"

"Oh, okay." Harry smiled.

He was sure that this matter could really be changed.

Harry turned and left.

He just took a step and turned around again.

Snape's eyes were so wide that he wanted to eat people.

Harry put on a shy smile and said sheepishly: "Actually, I was just joking with you. The current order of the competition is quite good. You don't have to go..."

"Ahhhhhhh!!!"

Snape finally exploded.

He grabbed the wand on the table, pointed it at Harry, and roared irrationally.

"Avada Kedavra! Avada Kedavra! Kedavra! Kedavra! Kedavra! Kedavra..."

When Harry saw that Snape was offended, he immediately Apparated and fled.

Snape cast more than a dozen life-killing curses in one breath, all his magic power was exhausted, and he collapsed on the chair, panting.

…

Hermione noticed that Harry looked relaxed and whistled cheerfully.

"Why are you so happy again?" Hermione asked.

Harry said: "Because I found that there is nothing wrong with the world, so there is no need for me to save it."

Hermione was confused, and then threw herself into the Arithmancy class again.

…

On Saturday night.

The wind was howling and the rain was falling harder than ever.

The corridors and classrooms were very dark, and there were more torches and lanterns on the walls.

Inside the auditorium, the lights are brightly lit.

The Slytherin Quidditch players didn't look good.

Flint looked at the violent storm outside the window, feeling like he shot himself in the foot.

Compared with playing in such bad weather, Gryffindor's training for them seemed insignificant.

Because on days when it rains heavily and the sky is gloomy, there is no strategy for Quidditch.

Just a simple rampage.

Most of the burden falls on the Seeker.

So when I think about my own house playing against Ravenclaw tomorrow, and Gryffindor House possibly having to play against Hufflepuff in a windless and rainless weather because of my own proposal.

Flint really wanted to slap himself twice.

On Gryffindor's side, Wood and the others couldn't help laughing.

When Flint came to him with a proud face and told him that they would not compete with Slytherin, and then he informed the other players, they were all angry and wanted to argue with Flint.

Now, all they wanted to do was stand in front of Flint, laugh, thank him, and then watch his face turn ugly.

It would be "awesome" to play Quidditch in this weather.

…

Flint returns to the Slytherin common room at the bottom of the lake.

The ceiling is a transparent semicircle carved with crystal, and you can see the sparkling waves above your head, and the raindrops falling on the lake, forming small ripples.

A faint rumble spread into the lounge.

Flint secretly prayed that the game would be cancelled, because playing in this kind of weather would almost mean saying goodbye to the championship.

Their goal scoring is definitely much lower than an average game.

But he knew this was just a wishful thinking.

Quidditch matches won't be canceled because of something as trivial as a lightning storm.

Flint was worried. He could only hope that Ravenclaw's players were not very strong so that they could have an advantage.

He was really worried about Slytherin Quidditch.

…