Harry Potter Reborn

Gryffindor common room.

The arriving students spoke the password and the Fat Lady opened the door.

The circular common room was filled with tables and floppy armchairs, and a crackling fire burned brightly. Students whispered to each other and walked past the jumping flames.

George and Fred climbed the last spiral staircase to their dormitory at the top of the tower.

Five four-poster beds stood against the wall, with dark red curtains hanging from them. Everyone's boxes had been placed at the foot of their respective beds.

There are many posters of Quidditch stars on the walls of their dormitory.

George sat by the bed and whispered: "We will only turn seventeen next April. If we miss this time, we will never have this opportunity in our lives."

Fred said: "I know, do you think I don't want to try it?"

George said: "The "threshold" that Principal McGonagall mentioned, do you think it is possible for us to..."

Fred said: "You think it would be that easy. Since the professor has set a limit, there must be very few wizards who can easily break through this limit. I don't think we are the wizards with superhuman magical talents that she refers to."

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Compared with other wizards, Fred is relatively rational and self-aware.

"However, we still have to try, what if there are powers in our bodies that we haven't understood yet?" Fred said with a smile.

"But don't have too much hope. Our more hope is to put it on another condition." Fred said furtively.

George and Fred had an almost telepathic connection, and he said, "You mean age? Age-enhancing agents?"

Fred said: "Principal McGonagall just said that it is not her who decides which students meet the standards to participate in the competition, but a referee outside the school. This is our opportunity. If a professor from the school is the referee, then

We are the ones who have no drama at all. The professors must know who the seventh-grade students are."

"But it's different with a strange referee. As long as we can fool him that we are older than seventeen, that's fine."

George said: "Yes, the final selection of the warrior is also decided by the referee. If we can deceive the referee, that is our ability, and Professor McGonagall will have nothing to say."

"Yes, that's the truth." Fred said.

"Hehe, ten thousand Galleons..." The two brothers laughed softly together, as if they had already seen the scene of their success.

At this time, throughout Hogwarts, just like the two brothers, there were many, many wizards who began to have misguided thoughts.

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Harry's cabin.

Harry squatted down, eye level with Astoria, and said gently: "Astoria, can we discuss something?"

"Brother, what's the matter?" Astoria said.

Harry stroked Astoria's head and said, "You are now in third grade. When you grow up, you can no longer sleep with me in the future. Do you understand?"

"How about you and your sister Hermione switch rooms? You and your sister Zhang Qiu sleep in the same room."

Zhang Qiu almost fell down.

Hermione, who was cleaning up the living room, blushed and cursed: "Harry, what nonsense are you talking about! I won't sleep with you!"

Astoria's petite body trembled slightly, her head lowered, and a crying voice came from under her long blond hair: "Brother..."

"What's wrong?"

Astoria slowly raised her head, her beautiful big eyes filled with tears, looking at Harry with pleading and a hint of fear: "You don't want Astoria anymore? Where is Astoria?"

If I do something wrong, brother can tell me and I will definitely change it, but brother must not drive Astoria away."

Harry smiled bitterly, not expecting Astoria to have such a big reaction. He held Astoria's face with his right hand and said, "Of course not, I just wanted to..."

Seeing that Astoria was about to cry again, Harry quickly hugged her into his arms and said, "Okay, pretend I didn't say what I just said."

Astoria buried her head in Harry's shoulder and cried.

Harry gave Hermione a helpless look.

Hermione actually felt a little bit of regret in her heart.

"Bah! Only a ghost would be sorry!" Hermione shouted in her heart.

night.

Harry lay on the bed, listening to the storm raging outside, but felt very comfortable in his heart.

Because of some worry, Astoria nervously grabbed Harry's hand and pressed half of her body against Harry, fearing that Harry would leave her and run away.

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The next morning, the storm subsided, but the ceiling of the auditorium still showed a gloomy mist.

When Harry, Hermione, Cho Chang, and Astoria were having breakfast and studying their new class schedule for this semester, large groups of thick blue-gray clouds were rolling above their heads.

A few seats away, a group of people, Fred, George and Lee Jordan, were discussing what magical magic they could use to make themselves older so that they could pass through and participate in the Triwizard Tournament.

But they were afraid that if their voices were too low, almost half of the auditorium could hear what they were saying.

Hermione slid her finger across the Monday column on the course schedule and said, "Herbology class, with Hufflepuff students, Care of Magical Creatures class, with Slytherin... There are no classes in the afternoon..."

Zhang Qiu scooped a spoonful of honey onto her slice of bread, spread it evenly, took a bite and said, "We have a Potions class with Professor Snape in the morning, and a Transfiguration class in the afternoon..."

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Because it had rained heavily a few days ago, the vegetable field they passed was wet. If they took a step, it would sink.

Harry's herbal medicine class today was in Greenhouse No. 3. Professor Sprout asked the whole class to learn about a very ugly plant.

In fact, they don't look like plants, but like dark, slimy big slugs, standing straight out of the soil. And each one is squirming slightly, and there are many shiny big bubbles on their bodies.

It all seems to be liquid.

"Who knows what this is?" Professor Sprout asked.

Ron covered his nose with a look of disgust on his face, and said in a disgusted tone: "Who wants to know, who knows."

Professor Sprout didn't look at him at all, but looked at the few people who usually answered questions actively.

"Okay, Miss Granger..." Professor Sprout said.

Hermione put down her little hand and said, "The scientific name of this plant is Barbo tuber."

"Correct, two points from Gryffindor."

Professor Sprout said: "Today our task is to learn its uses and how to harvest useful things from it."

"See the many bulges on the stem? We need to squeeze them with our hands and collect the pus..."

"Provoke..." The girls from the two colleges took a step back with horror on their faces.

"Professor, can you not do it?" said a Hufflepuff girl.

"No." Professor Sprout said.

She smiled and said: "Don't be so disgusted. I'm not asking you to do it directly. I have also prepared dragon skin gloves for you. Remember to wear gloves because undiluted Babo tuber pus is very corrosive.

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"However, a medicine made from the diluted sap of the papaya tuber is the best medicine for treating acne. It can make your skin breakable, like cream, and pink and beautiful...

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The girls' eyes suddenly lit up. There was no hatred in their eyes anymore, only passionate love.

Hermione is no exception, even though she is already very beautiful.

"If this thing were brought to the Muggle world, I'm afraid it would make all women crazy." Hermione said.

Professor Sprout said: "There used to be an ancient magic potion called the "Beautiful Potion". It was based on the juice of the baba tuber. Its function was to keep the person who took the potion forever eighteen years old.

It's a pity that this formula disappeared forever with the disappearance of its owner, the witch Shaji."

The process of squeezing the tubers was disgusting, but each of the girls felt satisfied.

Whenever a bulge is squeezed, a large stream of viscous, yellow-green liquid will spurt out, emitting a pungent gasoline smell.

They followed Professor Sprout's instructions and collected the liquids in bottles. By the time the get out of class was about to end, the students had collected several bottles.

Professor Sprout blocked the mouth of the bottle with a cork and said: "I will give these materials to Madam Pomfrey. Around Halloween, each of you will be able to get a small bottle of Bamboo Tuber Potion."

"Okay." The beauty-loving witches jumped up excitedly.

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