Harry Potter Reborn

Harry's cabin.

Helena stayed alone in this deserted room.

Since she moved here, she has never felt lonely, even though she is often the only one in the house sitting by the window, looking at the sky, with no one talking to her.

But today she felt that the room was extremely cold.

She turned her head and glanced at the fireplace. The wood was not nearly half burned, and the flame was burning brightly.

I felt a little melancholy and lonely in my heart for no reason.

She thought for a moment, maybe it was because it was a holiday today and Harry had to leave, even if it was just for more than two weeks.

"I have survived thousands of years in chaos, and I have never felt that time is long, but now, it is just a short vacation...sigh..."

"It's such a strange feeling... What's so good about Harry? He's a little pervert... and he bullies me all day long..." Helena's eyes were blank.

She bent down and stood beside Harry's bed, packing his things into the suitcase.

The skirt trailed down to the floor along her hips, and her posture was very captivating.

A few strands of transparent curly hair were hanging down, and Helena naturally combed them behind her ears.

Her hand suddenly froze, and she stared at the hair in her hand, wondering what she felt in her heart: "I almost forgot that I was a ghost."

Helena walked to Harry's bedroom window, picked up a photo of Harry and Astoria making faces, put her hand on the glass of the photo frame, and looked outside.

In the courtyard, at the bulletin board, a group of students stood around in the heavy snow, wondering who had posted something on it.

"We are back, Sister Helena." Just when Helena was distracted, Astoria's voice sounded from outside.

Helena quickly put the photo back where it belonged and walked out of Harry's bedroom.

"You..." Helena looked at the suitcase floating behind Harry.

"Isn't there the Hogwarts Express only at night?" Helena suddenly thought that Harry could apparate and didn't need to take the train. He could leave at any time: "Are you leaving now?"

"I haven't finished packing your luggage yet."

"Wait..." Harry suddenly stopped Helena who was about to enter his room to continue packing clothes.

Harry asked in confusion: "Who told you I was leaving?"

"Aren't you leaving? Isn't it Christmas vacation? Then you are..." Helena's heart skipped a beat and she was suddenly happy, but thinking of the decision she just made, she felt sad again.

"Of course I won't leave. The only places I can stay are here and the Leaky Cauldron. I have other things to do at school, so of course I have to stay at school."

Harry said: "Or do you just want me to leave as soon as possible?"

"No, no," Helena said quickly.

"If I find out that you have such thoughts again, huh, I'll... spank your ass into eight pieces."

Unexpectedly, this time Helena did not shyly cover her buttocks, but raised her head slightly, not knowing what she was thinking, and said unconvinced: "You can fight if you can."

Harry: "..."

Zhang Qiu and Hermione looked at Harry with dangerous eyes.

"...Ahem... You put Zhang Qiu's things in another bedroom first. She will live with us in the future. Zhang Qiu, don't you really think about it again? My bed is really big.

And soft."

Astoria nodded: "Yes, especially my brother's arms are the most comfortable."

Zhang Qiu blushed and said, "You are not even fourteen years old."

Hermione didn't know why, but her eyes suddenly wandered, and no one noticed.

…

Harry treated Helena as a servant, without any courtesy.

Poor ghost.

I didn't expect that after death, I would be exploited by Zhou Papi.

How heartbreaking it would be for Rowena Ravenclaw to see her daughter come and go at the drop of a hat.

Helena heard Harry's words, but did not obey and went to work.

She bit her lip lightly and said, "I have something to say."

"What's the matter?" Harry asked.

"I, I'm leaving."

"Where are you going?" Someone frowned slightly.

"I'm a ghost, I shouldn't have too much contact with strangers." Helena turned her face, leaving Harry with a beautiful profile, her eyebrows lowered: "I'm moving out of here."

Harry's expression was cold, he took two steps forward, and Helena was forced to take two steps back.

"You...what are you going to do!" Helena stopped by the sofa. She was so nervous that she forgot that she was a ghost and could penetrate objects.

"Wait a moment." Harry said to Zhang Qiu and Hermione.

With a cold face, Harry pulled Helena, who tried her best to resist but to no avail, into her room, and the door was slammed shut.

Hermione and Zhang Qiu looked at each other.

After a while, a woman's cry and loud snapping sounds were heard in the room.

The voice was mournful, meandering, and choked from time to time.

"Don't... ugh... I was wrong, it hurts..."

"I will never leave again...please spare me...wuwu..."

Hermione and Cho Chang were restless, Harry wouldn't let her...

long time……

The door was opened again.

Helena followed closely behind Harry. She looked at Harry in fear and covered her buttocks with her hands.

She was sobbing, and her long eyelashes were covered with teardrops, as beautiful as hibiscus. The teardrops lingered on her white skin, reluctantly flowing down, and then integrated into her body.

When Helena saw Zhang Qiu and Hermione, they looked a little embarrassed and panicked.

She looked very much like the little maid who had been favored by the master just now and saw two real ladies.

Zhang Qiu suddenly couldn't help but laugh.

Helena is the ghost of Ravenclaw Academy. She never thought that the proud ghost would become like this.

…

Snowflakes are falling.

The notice board at Hogwarts.

There were so many footprints scattered around that the snow had been trampled away.

The original dirty and old notice board has been replaced with a new, larger wooden sign.

The reason why the students are still gathered here at this time is because a new piece of parchment has been stapled to it.

This is not Helena’s announcement about the start of school holidays.

It was written by a student.

Three big words at the top: [Challenge]

"To Professor Sybill Trelawney:"

"I will use the knowledge I learned in the arithmetic divination class to challenge your ability revealed in the divination class and your third eye that you are proud of."

"If you lose, it proves that you are just a liar. Please leave Hogwarts immediately."

"If you win, I will offer you 10,000 gold galleons as an apology."

"Time: Noon on Christmas Day."

"Location: Great Hall—all professors at Hogwarts will serve as witnesses."

"Looking forward to your arrival."

"—Hermione Granger."

The words on the parchment would rotate on the paper every once in a while, forming two cartoon characters, Hermione and Trelawney. They were holding wands and fighting each other. The words exploded like sparks. Then they started again.

Arrange into sentences.

When the surrounding students read the contents on the parchment, they couldn't help but take a breath.

"It's so scary, it's so scary."

"This is so exciting, students challenge professors."

A certain Quidditch enthusiast began to convert gold galleons into something he could understand: "Ten thousand gold galleons! It's so scary. I was reading "Quidditch Weekly" a few days ago, and it was still talking about magic.

The Sports Department is debating whether to provide money for the national team to purchase seven Firebolts. These ten thousand gold galleons are enough to buy more than twenty Firebolts!"

A wizard swallowed his saliva: "If I had so many Galleons, I would deposit it in the goblin Gringotts Bank immediately!"

"You're thinking of eating peaches."

"This liar should have been driven out a long time ago." A senior girl said angrily: "She has been telling me that I will die of an unknown death for three years. My family has taken me with them all over the world because of her nonsense.

Find a way to lift the curse of fate."

"As a result, the time for my death that she foretold came and I still had nothing to do."

"Guess what she said? She said, 'I don't expect your gratitude - because you have no idea how hard I worked to save your poor life.' F~k~, shameless!"

"But is it possible for Granger to win? Although Trelawney chatted all day long and learned almost nothing from her. But she was recruited into the school by Professor Dumbledore and stayed in the school for ten years.

How many years? It’s impossible that you don’t have some real power, right?”

"Hermione Granger is only in third grade. Although she is said to be very smart, she must have only studied Arithmetic Divination for half a year. How good can she be?" Some people simply thought that this competition was a joke. He sneered:

"Ten thousand gold galleons is really rich."

Listening to his precise words, it seemed like it was a fact that Hermione had lost the challenge.

"Anyway, I hope I can teach Trelawney a lesson. I'm tired of seeing her pretending to know everything all day long."

"I didn't expect that there would be such interesting things during the holidays."

"It's a pity that it's Christmas Day. I have to go home and can't eat such a big melon."

"Hey, I don't have anything to do when I go home this year. I want to stay here and watch the show."

More and more people are attracted.

Everyone has his or her own opinion.

Some are supportive, some are ridiculing, some are angry, and some are jealous...

…

Trelawney actually frightened many people with her mysterious performance.

On the notice board, the few wizards who are completely devoted to her have begun to quarrel with the wizards who don't like her.

It's about to turn into wand pointing.

Lavender and Parvati are here, they are Trelawney's loyal fans (dun).

The kind of idiot.

They had already obeyed Trelawney's words, to the point where they believed everything Trelawney said.

They squeezed into the innermost layer and waited until they saw what was written on the parchment.

His face changed.

"How dare she!"

"Unforgivable!"

The two of them were very angry, as if the God in their hearts had been slandered.

But Parvati suddenly exclaimed: "I remembered that the professor once predicted that she would receive a gift from the goddess of wealth."

"Is this what you are referring to?"

The two looked excited: "It must be so!"

"Hey, why did you tear it off..." Suddenly Parvati reached out and pulled off the paper nailed to the notice board.

Parvati glanced at them disdainfully: "I'm telling you, we have to send this to Professor Trelawney. The professor will definitely show up on Christmas Day."

"Granger, just wait to become the laughing stock of the school." The two of them walked away confidently.

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