Harry Potter Reborn

During dinner, Astoria enjoyed the meal and said "it tastes so good".

Diana took out a bottle of red wine worth hundreds of thousands of pounds.

In her eyes, this is something of high value, a treasure that even money cannot buy.

But in the eyes of the guests she entertained...

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Astoria only took a sip before her face scrunched up, as if she had drunk poison.

"Bah, bah, bah... it's too bitter, more bitter than Madam Pomfrey's cold medicine." Then he put the half glass of red wine aside.

The two girls, Zhang Qiu and Hermione, didn't even move.

"This bottle of 52-year-old red wine has a rich and mellow aroma. When a woman drinks it, it even has a beauty effect," said Diana.

Hearing this, Hermione and Zhang Qiu were a little moved.

But they all shook their heads and said in unison: "Because it has been left for too long and is too strong, we are likely to get drunk and worry that Harry will take the opportunity to do some unspeakable things to us."

Harry took a big sip of wine and said with a smile: "You still know me well and know that one of my mottos is to take advantage of others' danger."

Diana was dumbfounded, their combination was so weird.

Diana's original focus was on Harry, and as long as Harry liked the wine, she would be satisfied.

She suddenly noticed that Harry would pour some transparent liquid into the wine, and the air was filled with a sweet and sour smell that made people salivate.

She asked: "What did you add to it?"

Harry looked at her in shock and said contemptuously: "You haven't even drank Sprite, have you?"

What a waste of natural resources!

Diana smiled: "Haha... As long as you are happy."

After a while, Diana began to ask about her affairs.

"Excuse me, can you change the future where I will die in a car accident? Through your magic, I am willing to give up all my property." Diana said.

"What do I need money for?" Harry was not interested at all.

"Some wizards believe that death is the path set by the God of Death, and no one can change it. If I were the God of Death, I could open a back door for you, but unfortunately I am not. Just wait for your death." Harry said casually.

These words appeared in Diana's heart like the twelfth lunar month of winter, freezing her last hope to death.

As soon as Harry spoke, he couldn't help but frown.

What he said is indeed the view of a considerable part of the wizarding world.

Although the theory of death is illusory, no wizard has ever been able to break the death prophecy made by the fortune teller... This refers to the real prophet, not a bastard like Trelawny.

There are wizards who try to change, but the results always end in strange ways.

For example, a wizard was about to die in the lava of a volcano. He escaped, but was burned to death by a spitting star from a passing fire dragon.

A wizard was predicted that his corpse would be buried deep underground and never see the light of day, so he would petrify the ground wherever he went. Unexpectedly, when he hid in a cave, the mountain collapsed and buried him underneath.

The first owner of the Philosopher's Stone, Nico Flamel, came to the prediction of his death after visiting all the fortune tellers.

Then he gave up using the magic stone to extend his life.

He has lived long enough, seen enough, and is not that afraid of death.

In an interview with the Daily Prophet, he said: "The God of Death must think that I have broken his rules. If I don't go to see him, he will be angry, haha..."

Otherwise, who would be willing to die? He would definitely choose to survive until the end.

As for Harry, he changed the endings of two people. Jobs and Sirius.

He didn't care about Jobs, but Sirius did.

He once thought that as long as he deviated from the original track, he would not face death.

But he just woke up and realized that things might not be as simple as he thought.

There are even Professors Dumbledore and Snape.

Harry never thought that these two people would die too.

Because Slytherin's locket, the Horcrux, has been destroyed, and Malfoy's character has changed a lot, and it is impossible to be Voldemort's Death Eater anymore, and Dumbledore is now the Minister of Magic, and his strength has always been

He is at his peak, who can kill him?

As for Professor Snape, there are only two Horcruxes left. Could it be that Voldemort can still escape and jump around?

If Voldemort wants to be resurrected, he needs a physical body, and then he needs Harry's blood as an introduction to perform black magic rituals.

But as soon as Harry saw Voldemort for the first time, he would immediately destroy Voldemort's soul.

What else will happen?

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Diana was drunk.

She wanted to curse Harry as a liar, but she believed Harry's words in her heart.

She has always maintained her impeccable aristocratic ladylike manner.

But when I realized that my life was coming to an end.

Even the innocent Diana was a little lost.

She staggered around the long dining table, loudly criticizing the royal family to each of them.

She let go completely, and various scandals about the British royal family were exposed by her.

The lower limits of Hermione and Zhang Qiu were refreshed again and again.

If there was a Muggle reporter here, he would be so excited that he would suffer from epilepsy.

Hermione drank a glass of juice to calm down her shock.

These melons are so big.

Diana was drunk and kept saying something here and there.

Suddenly she shouted a name: "Camilla!"

"You, you, you..." Diana's face turned red from holding back.

She glanced at a few people in the room, and it seemed that these people gave her courage.

She closed her eyes and shouted with all her strength: "You Bichi! Bichi!"

Zhang Qiu took a sip of orange juice silently. Could it be that a dignified princess could also curse?

"Haha...haha..." Diana giggled, covered her face with her hands, and said in shame: "I actually cursed..."

She held on to the table and stepped on her long skirt. She staggered, took two steps forward, and fell into a warm embrace.

She looked up and saw Harry looking at her indifferently.

"What's your problem?"

Diana struggled to stand up, but she didn't know where she was pressed, which made Harry's face even darker.

Diana felt like her whole body was filled with lead, so heavy that she couldn't even lift her arms.

She simply lay on top of Harry, putting all her weight on him. This way, she felt very comfortable, as if she was lying on her bed.

Diana chuckled and said, "None of you men are good... You are worse than Charles. He only has one Camilla, but you have so many..."

"She, she, she..." Diana pointed at Zhang Qiu, Hermione, and Astoria.

Then he turned his fingers in a circle, but couldn't seem to find the target. His head was a little confused, and he pointed at himself: "And me..."

Harry said: "You're drunk."

He was about to stand up and push Diana aside.

Diana hugged Harry's neck tightly: "Can't you really help me? I'm willing to give everything I have..."

She grabbed Harry's hand, pulled off her clothes, and covered the two fleshy bodies that were squeezed together.

"Including me..."

She suddenly felt strong, hugged Harry, and kissed him crazily.

The car was driving too fast. Hermione and Zhang Qiu hadn't reacted yet.

But Harry did not disappoint them.

Harry pushed Diana away angrily, and Diana fell to the ground, with a glass of red wine spilled on her white dress.

"I'm going to rest first." Harry said thoughtfully.

He didn't even look at the woman on the ground whose shoulders began to shrug.

"Uh, okay..." Hermione said.

After Harry went upstairs.

Diana's crying voice became louder, and crystal tears flowed down her delicate cheeks.

Her dignity was trampled to the extreme by Harry.

"Diana, are you okay?" Hermione saw how pitiful she was and wanted to comfort her, but thinking that she had molested her boyfriend just now, she felt that she deserved it.

So she didn't care, and pulled Zhang Qiu and Astoria upstairs.

Astoria said reluctantly: "My penguin meat..."

There was only a beautiful woman lying on the floor, crying pitifully.

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late at night.

In Harry's bedroom.

He was thinking about the possibility of Sirius and Dumbledore's death.

Logically speaking, it's almost impossible.

How many people in the world can defeat Dumbledore?

Or, a meteorite hits the earth? A super volcano erupts?

Harry looked up at the sky.

Suddenly, he looked out the window and cursed: "Idiot."

In the sky here at night, the moon is bright and the clouds are sparse.

The moonlight shines onto the ground without any cover.

The white sand beach contains fluorescent stone, luminous stone, so it looks like a huge gemstone, glowing at night.

A huge dark figure was lying on the beach, enjoying the cool sea breeze.

A woman stumbled to the beach holding a wine bottle, smelling of alcohol all over her body.

Diana only felt sad in her heart, so she wanted to come out to get some fresh air and sober up.

While she was awake, she raised her neck and drank the wine in her hand.

She was so drunk that she looked at the wine bottle in her hand, trying to identify what was written on it, and muttered: "Why is this coffee so sweet? It doesn't cure hangover at all, and it smells like alcohol..."

"Ouch..." She cried out in pain.

She hit a "wall."

Diana spent a long time touching the "wall".

"Why is there a hill here? Oh, it turns out to be the dragon..."

Diana suddenly had a bold idea.

She chuckled, walked around the dragon, and found a convenient place to climb.

She's going to ride the dragon.

When she was sober, given her a hundred courages, she would not dare to have such thoughts.

But now... trying to reason with a drunken and crazy woman is really irrational.

It's just that she just grabbed the dragon's wings.

Dahei shook his wings impatiently.

A figure flew out in a parabola and flew more than ten meters away.

Diana crashed into the sand.

After a while, she pulled her head out of the fine sand.

She looked around blankly.

Then continue to climb Dahei.

then……

She flew out again.

But she seemed to be possessed by an evil spirit. She refused to give up and ran to Dahei again.

The result remains unchanged at all.

Time after time, Diana's clothes were torn, and there were fine wounds on her face, fingers, and knees.

She climbed up to Dahei again.

In Dahei's heart, if it hadn't known that this person had spoken to its master, it would have sprayed her to death with its dragon's breath.

But looking at her perseverance, I find it really interesting. Are all Muggles like this? It’s like a moving toy. I’ll just wait until one day the owner allows me to go to a Muggle city to play.

Just when Dahei was about to slap her away again, he suddenly stopped.

As if he had received an order, he remained motionless.

Diana finally climbed onto Dahei's neck.

She clapped her hands happily, just like a child.

She said: "If your master doesn't ride on me, then I will ride on his dragon."

Diana was talking drunken nonsense.

"Go quickly, go quickly!" Diana pointed at Dahei's head and ordered.

Dahei was quiet for a few seconds, then reluctantly spread his giant wings and flew into the sky.

"Giggle..." Diana laughed happily. She looked at the blue night sky, pointed at the round and bright moon, and said, "Go and pick off that glowing peach. It's so bright that I can't sleep."

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There was a hint of human helplessness in Dahei's eyes, and he had no choice but to obey.

Then it flew higher and higher.

The surrounding temperature was getting lower and lower, and Diana felt her body cold. She regained her consciousness and said, "Go back quickly, I'm too cold."

Dahei is obedient.

Then it flew down again.

The sudden feeling of weightlessness made Diana, who had drunk a lot of wine, feel physically ill.

"Ugh...wow..."

Diana vomited loudly.

All the scales on Dahei's body exploded, and it was ready to die.

When she was about to fall to the ground, Diana was completely drunk. She loosened her hand and slid off Dahei's back.

Just as she was about to fall into the dark, cold water, she suddenly stopped, and a figure appeared and lifted her up.

Diana glanced at the people around her in confusion and fainted.

Harry carried Diana by the neck like a chicken, returned to the villa, and then threw her onto her bed.

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