Harry Potter Reborn

It's still dark.

Harry's bedroom.

Harry opened his eyes as usual, and he immediately noticed something strange.

He touched his lips, which were a little moist.

The little cutie squatted between the two pillows and looked at Harry with her peaceful aqua eyes: "Meow~~"

He ran up to Harry with a look of joy on his face and licked Harry's face.

Harry gently lifted Astoria away, who had slipped into his arms again, and then picked up the little cutie and warned, "No, you know when you turn into a cat-eared girl before you can kiss me?"

The cute little girl drooped her ears: "Meow... meow..." (Level 10 cat language translation: The master is really bad, he hates me, he's crying...)

When Harry stood in front of the mirror and brushed his teeth, the little cutie's petite body stood on Harry's head and shoulders, jumping up and down with light steps.

As for the other person on the bed, Astoria hid under the quilt and quietly showed a proud smile: "Hee hee, I didn't notice this, my brother is too stupid..."

…

Harry's schedule has always been punctual.

So when he got up, he looked at the clock hanging on the wall and saw that it was still ten minutes before six o'clock.

It was pitch dark outside at this time. Originally, it was getting very late this month, and it was also rainy today.

It was almost the same as the darkness at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, with no glimmer at all.

Harry removed the silencing spell from the room.

A chaotic yet soothing sound came: thunder rolling overhead, howling wind, hitting the walls of Hogwarts Castle, and occasionally you could hear the rattling sounds of tall trees in the Forbidden Forest being broken by the wind.

sound.

Rain is like a blender. It drips on the glass, on the walls, and on the ground. All the sounds are integrated into it, playing a beautiful natural music.

Harry began to read, and there was another cup of tea on the table that he could never finish, always warm and fragrant.

After he devoted himself mentally.

He didn't know when a cool breeze woke him up. The wind blew on the back of his neck, as if he had poured a bucket of ice water.

The thought of the glass being blown open by the wind flashed through Harry's mind.

But he immediately dismissed this idea, because the glass was protected by magic.

Harry turned his head and saw Helena, the ghost of Ravenclaw, floating behind him.

She looked at the book in Harry's hand without blinking, her eyes a little distracted, her legs under the classic dress were tightly clamped, twisting around, her two show fists clenched tightly, and then loosened, as if

Nowhere to put it.

This was all done unconsciously by her.

The cool breeze on the back of Harry's neck was caused by Helena losing control of her breathing and exhaling on Harry.

She is a ghost, so of course she has no heat.

As for why Helena looks like this, of course it’s because——

Harry closed a comic book conjured by the Room of Requirement, and saw "The Sky of Destiny" printed on the exquisite cover.

Helena took a long breath and regained her composure.

She finally came back to her senses from the "magic book".

But those images just now were deeply engraved in her mind and she couldn't get rid of them.

She stammered: "How...how can you read this kind of book..."

Harry picked his ears and said nonchalantly: "Even if you are a ghost, you can't walk through walls and break into other people's homes." (Snape: "???")

As expected, Helena was changed the subject, but the words she said were not pleasant.

She lowered her head and fell into sadness.

"I'm...a little...scared, because it was in such weather that I was killed..."

"Oh..." Harry replied nonchalantly: "Would you like me to help you kill Bloody Barrow? I mean make his soul disappear completely."

Helena was startled, waved her hands quickly, and said hurriedly: "No, no, no..."

"So you like him." Harry said without changing his tone.

"Of course not!" Helena reacted a little fiercely, and then felt that she was clarifying something, and said softly: "After all, he is my friend, a friend I have known for many years."

Helena glanced at Harry suspiciously and said, "Just now, were you angry? At least a little bit?"

Harry sneered: "Why am I so angry?"

"Oh..." Helena was a little disappointed.

Helena still remembered something more important, and she said angrily: "You actually read this kind of black magic book, you are still a student."

Harry cracked.

This is no longer pure, okay, this is stupid!

Children, do you have a lot of question marks?

Harry said: "What did you say?"

He pointed at the supreme book that told the story of the love between brother and sister, stared, and asked, "You think this is black magic?"

Helena looked unnatural, but said firmly: "It must be black magic."

"And it's a book that records profound black magic... because I was almost sucked into the book just now. Books that can have an effect on ghosts must have a powerful curse." Helena explained clearly.

Harry wanted to say, 'That's just your pure lust,' but after thinking about explaining it to her, given Helena's character, she might actually commit suicide in shame and anger.'

Harry could only nod: "That's what you say."

"One thing," Harry thought of what he had just said: "Don't stand silently behind me in the future. Do you know it's scary? What if I accidentally purify you?"

What a ghost! What a ghost.

Early in the morning, I actually read a small H book with a female ghost.

This is really... so exciting.

"If it happens again, I... will spank your ass into eight pieces." Harry threatened.

"Hmph..." Helena put her hands on her hips and snorted arrogantly.

Harry asked: "How do you ghosts usually rest? Even if you are scared, there is no need to come to me."

Helena said: "We seldom rest. At night, we will wander around the castle, or get stuck in the wall, or stay in some abandoned classrooms..."

"Stop, stop, stop talking..." Harry quickly stopped Helena from continuing.

Is this the world of ghosts?

It's too miserable.

Harry took Helena's hand and broke into a bedroom.

Sitting her down on the edge of the bed.

"You're going to sleep here from now on, do you hear me?" Harry ordered.

Helena was stunned, she opened her mouth...

Harry said: "Tell you, don't push yourself too far. Don't make demands and think about sleeping in the same bed with me. I don't want to hug an ice pimple every day."

Helena: "..."

Helena sat on the soft quilt and looked at Harry complicatedly: "Did you know that I am a ghost? I don't belong to the earth, and I don't want it in the underworld."

Harry said: "Did you know that I am the president of the Appearance Association? Do you think I just pity you? If you weren't good-looking, the devil would let you live here."

Helena threw away some of the strange emotions she had just felt.

…

Go back to the corner of the study.

Helena struggled for a long time, but couldn't help but ask: "Um...Yu and Qiong...are they together in the end?"

Harry looked at Helena with strange eyes for a long, long time.

"So you've been thinking about this?"

Helena turned her head away: "You...what do you know? This is because I am cursed by books."

"Watch it for yourself."

The book slowly floated towards Helena, but with a sudden move of Harry's hand, the book returned to his hand.

Harry said: "That's inappropriate."

"It's okay for me to watch it myself, but for you to watch it too, this is distributing pornographic content and is illegal." Harry said seriously.

"This way, I will put the book on the bookshelf, and you can read it secretly without my permission, and it will be fine." Harry thought of a "perfect" plan.

So the magic wand was touched on the book, and the book became transparent.

Harry did this, of course, in case Astoria accidentally read the book, which would cause serious trouble.

Of course what Harry is afraid of is not that Astoria is a bad example and applies the plot in the comics to reality.

What Harry was afraid of was...he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to control how much he would send...

Harry put the book somewhere, looked at Helena and said, "As long as you say the name of the book, the invisibility spell will be lifted."

Helena nodded obediently, but felt that she shouldn't do this.

She raised her head and said arrogantly that even if I, Helena, starved to death, died in the Muggle world, and was imprisoned in Azkaban, I would not read a page of your comic book.

Harry looked at her like a child and really wanted to see what this timid and shy lady would look like if she were real and shy.

…

At half past seven, the sky was slightly bright.

Harry started to wake Astoria up.

"It's time to get up, little lazy pig, we are going to watch Sister Zhang Qiu's Quidditch match today." Harry bent down and brushed Astoria's blond hair aside, revealing a cute little face.

Astoria chuckled lightly, stretched her head, pecked Harry on the face, and said with a smile: "Good morning, brother."

Harry kissed Astoria's forehead and said, "Good morning, sister."

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