Harry Potter Reborn

The rain lasted for a whole month from November.

Enter the little tail of 1993.

No matter what time it was, Hermione's desk in the library was always cluttered.

It’s not that she doesn’t like organizing, it’s just that she has too many things to look at and has no time to organize.

Hermione put down the long paper from the Arithmancy class that was still wet with ink, and then began to look through the wizard's book on Muggles, "What Does Electricity Mean to Muggles?"

After a while, Hermione began to delve into the transformation and translation of runes.

Hermione sighed, her tone heavy, as if she was carrying a heavy mountain.

"Are you happy?" Harry said.

"What?" Hermione turned her sore wrist and continued writing on the parchment with her quill, not hearing what Harry just said.

Harry snatched Hermione's quill.

Hermione looked at Harry, wondering what he was doing.

Harry said: "Let me ask you, are you happy with this hard work?"

"Of course..." Hermione couldn't continue.

She originally thought that she would like this kind of fulfilling and busy life, but it seemed that she had not even raised her head to look at the sky for a long time.

Harry said: "You were not like this when you were in first or second grade."

Hermione said: "I don't know what's wrong. I like learning new knowledge, which makes me happy. But after entering the third grade, I rarely seem to smile. I study with the space converter for more than ten hours every day.

The weekly rest time is also used to complete more than a dozen subjects of homework. Isn’t this the life I want?”

Hermione's eyes had faint dark circles, which made people feel distressed.

"Learned and knowledgeable, such words are indeed gratifying, but you have tightened yourself too much. This kind of learning brings not happiness, but pain."

Hermione's eyes were blank. She touched the small funnel hanging around her neck and said, "Maybe you are right."

"But..." Hermione insisted: "I still hope to have a beginning and an end, at least until I finish my third year."

After saying this, Hermione suddenly felt relaxed all over.

"Yeah." Harry nodded.

"Actually, that's not how you use the time turner." Harry didn't know what he thought of and couldn't help but laugh.

The smile is very pure.

Hermione was stunned: "What do you mean?"

"Let me tell you a story first."

"There is a girl named Tokisaki Kurumi. Her ability is similar to a time turner. She can exist different selves in the same time and space..."

…

"But isn't it strictly forbidden to interfere with things that interfere with the original time and space? It seems that all wizards think so. Traveling through time and space is a very scary and dangerous thing, and no one knows what the consequences will be." Hermione listened to what Harry said.

After telling the story, he said in shock.

"Who knows?" Harry said.

"But that's not the point I want to say." Harry showed a harmless smile.

Hermione listened carefully.

"If we were in ****..."

"At this time, you appear here one day later..."

"Then can there be three of us...two of yourselves...what do you think?"

Hermione's face was flushed, her eyes were misty, and she shouted angrily: "I'm going to kill you! Kill you!"

She threw a heavy book with thousands of pages at Harry.

Harry evaded in embarrassment: "Ahem, it's just a bold idea... If you don't want to, just forget it..."

Harry Potter's shamelessness once again exceeded Hermione's imagination.

…

There are still two weeks until the end of last semester.

The sky suddenly cleared up, and the gray sky disappeared, turning into a bright and dazzling white, like the white of a hard-boiled egg.

One morning.

Astoria looked excited and jumped up and down on Harry's belly.

"Brother, look, it's snowing!"

Do children have snow sensors on their heads?

Astoria always wakes up later than Harry, but today she woke up early for no apparent reason.

Harry held Astoria in his arms and opened the curtains, and as expected: a world made of pink and jade, jade carved from ice, and wrapped in silver.

There was white everywhere, snowflakes, fluffy and shiny, floating to the ground with dazzling and fragmentary light. Astoria's eyes shone like stars. She squinted and looked at the magnificent snow scene, giggling.

The ground that was wet and muddy a few days ago was covered with a layer of crystal white frost.

With more than ten days left before Christmas, the castle is already filled with a busy Christmas atmosphere.

Professor Flitwick of the Charms class began to decorate his classroom with colorful lights. Those lights would turn into real little fairies, glowing, with transparent wings, flying in the air.

The students started happily discussing their vacation plans.

…

The last weekend is Hogsmeade Day.

Hermione was very positive this time.

Because Astoria couldn't finish the many candies she bought at Honeydukes last time, so she gave them to Hermione and Qiu Zhang.

Hermione owled some of the snacks back to her parents.

Her mother wrote back and said that there is a kind of mint candy called Fluffy Tooth that they like to eat very much, and she hopes Hermione can take more of it back.

Saturday morning.

Snowflakes were falling outside the window.

The castle was quiet because it was the last week and all the seventh graders had gone out.

If you look down at Hogsmeade from above, you will think that Hogsmeade is like a foldable and unfoldable Christmas card.

The thatched-roof huts and shops were covered with a layer of freshly fallen snow, and holly wreaths hung on the doors.

The tree was dotted with strings of enchanted candles, which kept burning even in the snow.

Harry and the others quickly bought candies from the crowded Honeydukes and then left.

If there is any change compared to the last time I came to Hogsmeade, it is that the Ministry of Magic notices posted in front of all the shops are gone.

Astoria still wants to drink.

So they went into the Three Broomsticks again.

It was bustling inside as usual, because Christmas was coming in a few days, so there were more wizards gathering to drink.

This kind of place is the best way to hear all kinds of news, and the best way to know the thoughts of ordinary wizards - although Harry did not have this idea.

But some words still reached his ears.

"Cornelly Fudge has been in a lot of trouble lately."

In the room near the beautiful Christmas tree, a group of wizards were sitting together. Perhaps they were too drunk. One of the wizards made drunken remarks, and there was no respect for Fudge in his words.

"What happened to him again?" someone asked curiously.

"It's not about Rita Skeeter."

"Ever since the witch broke the news last month that Hogwarts was invaded by dementors sent by Fudge and accused Fudge of being incompetent, she didn't know where she was going. She actually published it in the Daily Prophet every week.

An article rebuking Fudge."

"Since Fudge has not become the Minister of Magic and is just an ordinary member of the Ministry of Magic, Fudge's faults have been listed one by one."

"Oh my god, this woman can even find out the truth about sesame seeds and rotten millet. She's really awesome."

"Hey, I have a friend who works at the Ministry of Magic. He said a few days ago that he saw Fudge was so angry that he smashed his favorite Dragon's Teeth Cup that had been used for twenty years."

"I think he is not far away from stepping down. Not many wizards like him now."

"That's not necessarily the case." A wizard said: "I heard that Fugui seems to be trying to control the Daily Prophet to dominate the direction of public opinion. By then, it will not be him who has the final say in the pressure of public opinion formed by public opinion. He said that everything will be peaceful.

That's peace."

"We, a group of low-level wizards, can just praise him properly." Some wizards sneered.

"Haha... what Rita Skeeter said is really good. This is not the Ministry of Magic that represents the public opinion. This is more powerful than... the Death Eaters led by the mysterious man."

"Shh, no words, do you want to have your water meter checked?"

"Oh, it would be great if Dumbledore could be the Minister of Magic."

"If Dumbledore wanted to be Minister, he would have been thirty years ago."

No one has any objection to this sentence, because the entire British wizarding world is supported by Hogwarts graduates. It can be said that everyone has a respect for Dumbledore.

A drunken wizard picked up the wine glass: "Why do you say this is useless? I dare to say that if Dumbledore becomes the Minister of Magic, I, Benedict Cappuccino Lou, will eat this table on the spot.

Got it!"

"(ˉ▽￣~)Tch~~" All the wizards thought that what he said was even more nonsense.

As the boss's wife, Ms. Rosmerta listened to their conversation and laughter, and occasionally laughed and chimed in.

…

A biting cold wind blew in.

Harry, Zhang Qiu, Hermione, Astoria and others just stood up and were about to go out.

A fat man with an unsightly face came in. The fat man came in wearing a dark yellow-green bowler hat and a pinstriped cloak.

It really means Cao Cao Cao Cao has arrived.

The real owner, Cornelius Fudge, has arrived.

"Still red currant rum, honey." Fudge forced a smile and said to Ms. Rosmerta.

When he saw Harry, Fudge paused for a moment, and then the two of them turned away from each other and did not talk to each other.

He felt that he was really crazy. For a moment, he actually thought that maybe Harry Potter could help him and save him from this pit.

It's so funny. He is just a third-grade student, and there are so many girls around him. It shows that he hasn't put much effort into his studies. If the aura around him is removed, what is left of him? He is just an ordinary person.

Just a student. There was a trace of sarcasm on Fudge's lips.

Harry walked out of the bar and when the door was closed, Fudge passed by the lively place where the wizards were.

I only heard a group of voices like this: "Respect democracy, respect freedom, and Merry Christmas!"

"Cheers to (゜-゜)つロ~"

Wine glasses clinked.

…

In Hogsmeade, a snowstorm is coming.

Harry and the others disappeared into the wind and snow, and in the blink of an eye, the footprints they left behind were buried in the heavy snow.

"Harry..." Zhang Qiu followed Harry and suddenly called his name.

"Um?"

"It's time for a holiday..."

"Um."

"I'm going home..."

"Um."

"Do you still mean what you said?"

"?"

"I... don't want to go back to that 'home'."

Harry looked at Zhang Qiu. Zhang Qiu's eyes were shy and her nose was a little red from the cold.

"I will support you forever." Harry smiled softly and said.

"Giggle..." Zhang Qiu suddenly started running, spinning in circles in the snow, his ponytail flying in the air.

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