Harry Potter Reborn

The third week of December 1994 was also the last week of this semester.

This week, the school has become more lively and noisy day by day.

The news about the Yule Ball has been thoroughly hyped.

There are rumors that Principal McGonagall pre-ordered 800 barrels of flavored mead from Ms. Rosmerta at the Three Broomsticks Bar.

Others said that the party also invited the "Weird Sisters" group.

Harry asked: "What are the Weird Sisters?"

Hermione didn't know very well. She was a scholar who studied magic and didn't know much about the entertainment in the wizarding world. She said with some uncertainty: "I heard that there is a wizard radio broadcast, and the weird sisters are singing on it. It seems to be very popular.

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In the Charms class, the little Professor Flitwick saw that his classmates were obviously distracted, so he simply stopped teaching and allowed the students to play as they pleased in the last class.

In the History of Magic class, Professor Binns' attention will never be diverted by external events. Let alone a small Christmas dance, even if a comet hits the earth, he will remain indifferent.

So no matter how impatient the excited students in his class were, he continued to talk about a rebellion war that left a deep mark on history.

"The Goblin Rebellion War" is a bloody and thrilling rebellion.

But from what Professor Binns said, it was as plain as drinking boiled water, boring and boring. To a certain extent, it can be regarded as a skill... Even if most people want to say this, they still can't do it.

Neville shook his quill in torture, thinking: I would rather go to Professor Snape's potions class than this class.

If Neville can think like this, you can imagine how bad the History of Magic class is.

In Potions class, Snape was definitely the villain.

Seeing the lively atmosphere among the Gryffindor students, he said sinisterly: "Next class, the last class will test how well you did with the antidote."

Neville suddenly fainted: From this point of view, Professor Binns is better, at least he passed safely and peacefully...

When it came to the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Professor Snape had a friendly face. He just said "kindly": "As a friendly reminder, half a year has passed, and all the knowledge I planned for seventh grade has been taught from first grade to fourth grade.

Next semester, I will teach you the defense against dark arts knowledge for fifth to seventh graders. Are you ready to deal with the Poison Sac Leopard?"

"Hiss." There was a gasp in the class.

Oh my god, there is still this level.

night.

Hermione looked through her Potions notes, and then went over the many practical spells Snape had taught her.

"Harry, you're not working hard anymore."

"Hermione, I don't have to take that exam, I'm a warrior." Harry said lazily, sitting in an armchair by the fire, admiring the items in his hands for the twentieth time.

Hermione took one look, her eyes straightened, and she shouted angrily: "Harry, can you stop looking at that photo."

Harry said: "How is that possible? Look at my photography skills. It's full of lust. I want to keep it for the rest of my life."

Hermione simply turned away and ignored Harry.

Zhang Qiu just came out of the bathroom. She turned her head and wiped her hair with a towel. When she saw that the book Hermione was flipping through was about the habits of poisonous leopards, she couldn't help but ask: "What is your final exam for Defense Against the Dark Arts?"

"Yeah." Hermione nodded.

Zhang Qiu said: "We are evil spirits."

Hermione's face was full of disgust when she heard about the evil spirits.

It is a spirit that mainly lives in the Black Forest Mountains of Germany. It is slightly larger than a goblin, has a long pointed face, and can make a harsh cackle. Its attack method is that its scream can make wizards coma.

This is a kind of monster that all wizards hate because they eat humans, especially children.

In that part of Germany, if the children at home are disobedient, adult wizards will use it to scare people: "It's thundering, it's raining, and evil spirits are coming to eat the children."

The naughty child will sleep obediently, and it works every time.

Zhang Qiu said: "The higher the grade, the more difficult the exam given by Professor Snape. I heard that the seventh grade students will face a fire dragon tomorrow summer."

"Then they should really 'ask' Harry Potter, he is a dragon-slaying warrior." Hermione, who was still angry, said while biting her words.

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The teachers and students of Hogwarts were really enthusiastic about hospitality, and they kept showing their desire to impress the guests of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang. So they decided to show off the castle this Christmas.

Best look.

The school is decorated with lights and colorful decorations. These decorations must be the most serious and beautiful in recent years.

The handrails of the marble stairs are covered with icicles that will never melt, and the twelve Christmas trees customarily placed in the auditorium are decorated with all kinds of baubles, from shiny holly berries to various

Live golden owl hooting.

Even the armors are enchanted, and they will sing Christmas carols whenever someone passes by. An empty helmet sings: "Merry Christmas to you, Merry Christmas to you, Merry Christmas to you~"

Harry walked by and had to cast a silent spell to silence him.

Even if it’s a pirated Happy Birthday song, it still sounds so ugly.

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Snape's last Potions lesson.

Final exam in progress.

Ron found it hard to concentrate because all he was thinking was that. He forgot to add one of the main ingredients, bezoar. This would give him the lowest score at best, but he didn't care because he was busy drumming

Take courage and prepare to take decisive action—know that time is running out.

As soon as the bell rang, he grabbed his schoolbag and rushed towards the door of the underground classroom.

He was going to ask Fleur Delacour. He had already found out what class Fleur was attending today.

He hurried through the crowded corridors, looking for her. Unexpectedly, he saw her soon. She was walking out of the Charms classroom.

There were several seventh-year Ravenclaw girls beside her. Fleur seemed to be in a good mood, with a faint smile on her lips.

"Maybe... no, she will definitely agree. After all, this is the first time I have such courage!" Ron looked at Fleur, his calves and lips seemed to be trembling.

"Fleur Delacour, can I say a word to you?" Ron shouted with his eyes closed.

"I said it, I said it!" Ron shouted excitedly in his heart, thinking that he performed very well.

But he didn't know that his voice had actually become shrill and harsh.

This crowded corridor seemed to be quiet for a while.

The girls around Furong frowned deeply, who is this person? He is so incompetent.

Most of the boys looked at Ron mockingly. They all knew what Ron was here for, but even they were defeated in front of Fleur. Even this little brat from the lower grade dared to invite him.

Hibiscus?

I really have no self-awareness, and I don’t even look in the mirror to see what kind of onion I am.

Fleur didn't smile either. She said hello to her new friends and walked outside the corridor to a relatively quiet place.

Ron looked at Fleur, who was so close at hand, and his heart-stirring beauty seemed to knot his intestines together.

"Um...you..." he faltered, his courage suddenly gone.

Fleur stood there, waiting for his words with a calm expression. She had already recognized this man as the one who humiliated her on her first day at Hogwarts.

Thinking of that incident, she couldn't help but think of Harry Potter, who had repeatedly deliberately provoked her to bully her, which made her face flash with a blush.

There is no doubt that this misunderstood the sentimental Ron and thought that Fleur was waiting for his invitation.

He said incoherently, without even having time to pronounce the words correctly: "Will you be my dance partner?"

Furong said doubtfully: "I'm sorry, what did you say? I couldn't hear you clearly."

Ron's face turned purple and he said: "You...are you willing to be my dance partner for the Christmas ball?"

"Well, let me think about it..." Fleur thought.

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Note: The author is busy, so the update will not be fixed tomorrow. It may be updated every few days.

One month.