Harry Potter Reborn

Friday, March 25, 1994.

What happened two weeks ago.

Both Hermione and Zhang Qiu seemed to be under a forgetting curse, and their daily interactions remained the same.

At noon.

Helena wrote an announcement on a piece of parchment.

Before going out to post on the bulletin board, she said: "It's Hogsmeade Day again this week, are you ready?"

Harry was resting on the sofa with his eyes closed. Hermione looked at the notes she had taken in various subjects irritably. Zhang Qiu was hiding in the kitchen and was learning to make butter pudding. Astoria said she wanted to help, but the only sound coming from the kitchen was

"Wow, sister Zhang Qiu, it's so delicious", "Let me eat another one", "Let me eat another one".

Harry asked: "Qiu Zhang, do you have any plans for tomorrow Saturday?"

Zhang Qiu said: "I don't care, it doesn't matter whether I go or not."

"Hermione, what do you think?"

Hermione didn't respond for a long time.

Harry shouted louder: "Hermione~"

"Bang." There was a loud noise.

Hermione angrily closed a brick-heavy book and slapped it on the table.

She was distracted by the heavy homework.

She ran to Harry and shouted: "No! No! No!"

Harry sat up and said with a smile: "Why are you so angry? What's wrong?"

Hermione's expression tightened, and she immediately took two steps back and looked at Harry defensively.

Fireproof and anti-theft proof.

Harry's face turned dark.

My next move was actually predicted, which was so annoying.

Hermione said: "You still have the nerve to think about going to Hogsmeade when it's already time."

"You didn't forget that we have Easter vacation next week, did you?"

"So what?"

Hermione looked anxious as if tomorrow was the end of the world, but she was the only one aware of this serious problem, and no one else took it seriously.

She clenched her fists and said, "Merlin, haven't you ever calculated the time?"

"We have a holiday next Friday, and school will start on the following Tuesday, with four days of rest in between. It will already be April 5th!"

"There are less than two months left in May and June. On June 5th, our exam week will probably be over!"

"Why do you still have time to play? If you ask me, even if you start reviewing now, it's already a bit late."

Harry said "deeply": "Hermione, haven't you noticed yet? I am a genius, and what you said is nothing to me."

Hermione took a breath and said jealously: "Why do I almost never see you studying, but you are always the first, and I can only be the second every ten thousand years."

"Huh, no matter what, I get angry when I see you playing carelessly and not focusing on studying."

"A time turner, I wish I could use it in two halves, but it would be better for you to squander the time as you like."

"No, I have to make you take action, make you realize the preciousness of time, and teach you how to manage your time." Hermione turned and ran away.

Harry shouted after her: "I have the Philosopher's Stone, so I can't be extravagant."

Hermione said without looking back: "Wouldn't it be better for you to make your time more meaningful?"

Hermione tapped her toes and reached a large book on the bookshelf.

Twenty inches wide and thirty inches high.

Black cover.

The title of the book "Time Management - The Most Powerful Arrogant in History Will Teach You" was written in gold-plated fonts. There was also a photo of a wizard with a sunny smile on his face. Harry thought it looked familiar.

After taking a second look, I realized that this was none other than Gilderoy Lockhart No. 2.

Harry said blankly: "Hermione, what is this?"

Hermione put the book into Harry's hands and said with admiration: "This is a book written by a very powerful arrogant in the Ministry of Magic. It teaches wizards how to manage their time."

"Really?" Harry raised his eyebrows and spoke in a deep tone.

Harry took a look at the book. There were many eye-catching lines of magical text printed on the front and back covers of the book. This was probably the selling point of the book and the title of the most powerful "Lo" in history.

Those gleaming words suddenly grew larger and smaller:

"Time Management - a required course for high-end wizards."

"I study magic until I go to bed at 4 a.m., and I still have time every day."

"Nine years of hard work, cross-border practice, and a sincere work."

"In-depth training, in-depth practice, and in-depth study tour."

"Late-night sports enthusiast British wizarding secondary athlete."

"Time management expert and senior lecturer."

"Challenge to the extreme during the day and challenge to the limit at night."

"A famous witch leads the way and never takes detours."

"Getting started with zero basics, with nine years of experience and case studies."

"An authoritative lecturer, Auror, with profound professional knowledge."

"Multiple people train to improve the pattern."

Harry casually browsed through the catalog and contents, and as expected, they were all filled with nutritious words.

Can an Auror of the Ministry of Magic now be admitted just because he is a wizard?

Hermione exclaimed: "I think the master known as the Time Assassin has a very good saying: Time is not about how much you have, but how you use it."

Harry said: "I have a question, why is this "Luo" in quotation marks?"

"Uh..." Hermione was stunned for a moment. It seemed that she didn't know. Then she said nonchalantly: "There may be other meanings. This is not the point. The point is..."

"Ah! Harry! What are you doing??" Hermione suddenly screamed.

"Stop it!"

Harry's face turned blue, which was reflected by the flames in his hands.

A wisp of blue flame emerged from his finger and instantly swallowed up this inestimable book. In less than two seconds, not even the ashes could be found.

Harry said: "Hermione, this book is meaningless to you. It's all nonsense."

Hermione said heartbrokenly: "This cost me several copper nuts."

Harry said: "Okay, I did something wrong, now you can hit me on the chest with your little fist."

"Pfft..." A chuckle came from the kitchen.

Hermione rolled her eyes and said, "Let's forget it. I'm afraid you'll lie on top of me and pretend to be dead."

Harry leaned forward, lowered his head slightly, looked at Hermione's somewhat panicked eyes, raised his palm, gently rubbed Hermione's smooth, bright, and delicate cheeks like cooked egg whites, and said affectionately: "Actually, I'm very good at it.

Manage your own time, but you don’t give me a chance to verify it on you.”

Hermione's ears turned red. She saw the smirk on Harry's lips and pushed him away: "Harry, you are really hopeless!"

Then he ran back to her desk and put the book up to cover her hot pretty face.

Harry sat on the sofa and shouted: "Also, who said my idea is to go out to play tomorrow?"

"I just care about your opinions. I don't want to go to Hogsmeade. Going there twice won't be anything new."

"Hmph." Hermione snorted softly.

Harry was lying on the sofa again, his eyes melancholy: What's wrong? My charm can't make Hermione and Zhang Qiu let go of their reserve.

At some point, Astoria stood behind Harry and said simply: "Brother, what is the verification you are talking about? If it doesn't hurt, you can try it on me."

Harry chuckled and said, "It's just that it will be a little painful the first time...but for Astoria, it's still a little early."

Astoria nodded ignorantly and said, "Then I want to grow up quickly."

A large thick book was thrown at Harry and then stopped in the air.

Hermione's frantic voice came: "Harry! Can you please stop teaching Astoria a bad lesson?"

"Ah ha ha ha..." Harry laughed.

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