Harry Potter Reborn

After entering March, the weather became sunny.

But after a heavy rain, the spring breeze seemed to turn into a biting cold wind on the field outside, causing pain to the students' hands and faces.

Even the owls who deliver messages are affected, as strong winds always blow them away from their targets.

During breakfast on Friday, a large number of owls flew in from outside the auditorium. Half of their feathers were messed up. They dropped their things and ran away, obviously afraid of being sent out to deliver messages again.

When Zhang Qiu, Hermione, and Astoria left the castle at noon the next day, they saw a silvery-white, weak sun shining on the venue.

Hermione squinted her eyes comfortably: "Today's weather is the best since last winter."

Zhang Qiu said: "When we go to Hogsmeade village, do we really not call Harry? Although he has no interest in Hogsmeade."

"Leave him alone. If you don't insist on having a cold war with him these days, he might get worse and bring you a lot of "sisters"."

"All right."

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Today is March 14th, a small holiday, White Day. On this day, girls will give boys chocolates as gifts in return for boys giving girls roses or chocolates on Valentine's Day.

Of course, if there is no boy to give a girl a gift, then the girl can also take this opportunity to express her feelings.

…

Harry's cabin.

About ten o'clock in the morning.

Harry was chewing on a chicken leg with crispy skin and tender meat in his left hand, and holding a quill in his right hand, writing the letter happily.

What Harry wrote to Dumbledore today was about the proposal for a "wizard ID card".

If Hermione heard the word ID card, she would definitely be confused.

Because the British Muggle government does not have such a thing as an ID card.

The UK once wanted to implement this thing, but was strongly opposed by the people: "Why should I prove that I am who I am? Without this certificate, I cannot survive in the UK. This is a matter of trust between the government and the people, and it is up to the government to

solve."

Harry quite agrees with this. ID cards give everyone a number, as if people have become goods.

There are advantages, of course, and it is convenient. Everyone’s life record can be linked to this number.

The disadvantage is that the relationship between the people and managers is too rigid, and they need to be connected by a number.

Harry believed that a perfect society would not need this thing.

But now, it is just right to use it in the magical world, which is still far behind the Muggle world in terms of civilization.

"...Promote the 'Wizard ID Card'... It needs to be popularized by every wizard. The establishment of the ID card needs to be researched by professionals from the Ministry of Magic. It can be connected with the wand, soul, and blood, so that it can never be lost.

, a purpose that cannot be copied. Even the corpse of a wizard can detect his unique ID card... This is a good project that benefits life and the people. Once realized, the benefits will be countless..."

When the letter was almost finished, Harry sucked his fingers and shouted: "Helena, make me a cup of stronger milk coffee..."

I shouted several times but no one responded.

Harry then remembered that Helena had suddenly awakened recently, feeling that she had been in a state of confusion for the past thousand years and did not even know the most basic history. She was frantically filling in her blank memory in the book light.

Harry had no choice but to do it himself: "Hey, I'm all alone, and no one cares about me..."

"Dong dong..."

The door that had never sounded before suddenly remembered the knock on the door.

You know, anyone who knows the existence of this house can come in directly without knocking.

…

Fleur stood nervously in front of the door that suddenly appeared.

Her hands were behind her back, as if she were holding something.

The reason she knew this place was because one day Zhang Qiu told her how to find Harry.

Harry opened the door from inside and saw Fleur who was restless and seemed to want to run away.

"It's you." Harry said quietly, holding a white porcelain cup, looking at Fleur.

There was a moment of silence.

Furong said softly: "Don't you invite me in?"

"Oh, come in." Harry made a gesture to invite him in.

Fleur looked at the small but exquisite house and said sourly: "Is this where you live with Zhang Qiu and Hermione?"

"yes."

Harry's eyes suddenly lit up, he took a box of snacks from Fleur's hand, opened it and tasted it.

Crunchy and crunchy.

He mumbled something unclear: "You... well, just come. What gifts do you want to bring?"

"But your chocolate-making skills are on par with Hermione's. I mean they're both really delicious."

Furong felt aggrieved and said: Why did you eat the chocolate before I even opened my mouth when I was ready?

Seeing the freshly brewed hot milk and the coffee machine on the table, Fleur found her way and said, "Do you want to make milk coffee? I'm good at this, let me help you."

Harry did not let the guests rest at all, and the host had no intention of greeting the guests. He was spoiled by several girls at home.

Harry followed Fleur's words and said, "Okay."

Then I watched Fleur busy around.

Harry asked: "Fleur, what are you doing here?"

"I……"

Fleur's silver teeth were almost broken. Wasn't this asking questions knowingly? Her mother's letter yesterday made it clear, and Harry must have known it.

She mustered up a lot of courage and came here because she wanted to see Harry's attitude towards this matter.

But Harry pretended not to understand, which made it hard for a girl like her to say it.

In desperation, Furong suddenly said: "I...I want to learn English with you."

"What?"

As soon as she spoke, Fleur felt at ease, because she felt that the reason she found out of panic was quite good. Fleur said seriously: "You know, I am a French girl, and I want to work in the British Ministry of Magic after graduation.

, but my English is not very good, and I think your spoken English is very good, so I want you to teach me..."

"It's a small matter..." Harry agreed happily.

As the two of them talked, Furong brought over a cup of hot coffee.

Harry's palms became cold, quickly cooling the coffee, so that a cup of coffee became cold on the outside but still hot on the inside.

Harry drank it in one gulp and said, "It tastes really good."

"Then I'll pour you another drink."

Fleur poured Harry another cup, but this time before Harry could hold it firmly, Fleur let go and poured the coffee onto Harry's robes.

"Harry, are you okay?" Fleur said in panic.

This is scalding hot water.

She hurriedly came over to help and untied Harry's clothes, fearing further burns.

"It's okay." Harry waved his hand: "I'll just go change my clothes."

His body is already very strong, and this level of temperature is almost like cold water to him.

Harry got up and went back to the bedroom to change clothes.

After a while, Fleur saw that Harry hadn't come out yet, so she couldn't help but walk to the door of Harry's room and asked: "Harry, are you injured? Why don't you come out?"

"I'm fine, that's good."

But Fleur thought that Harry was just lying to her, and he must have said this because he didn't want her to blame herself. Maybe at this time, Harry was dealing with a burn in the room.

Thinking of this, Furong, who felt guilty in her heart, opened the door and barged in.

"Um, Harry...you..." Fleur stared blankly at the shirtless Harry, and couldn't help but think: Harry has such a good figure, and it has been hidden by the magic robe. Bah, Fleur, what on earth are you doing?

What are you thinking!

"Have you seen enough, Fleur?" Harry felt unusually embarrassed and turned slightly.

When a beautiful girl stares at a shirtless boy without blinking, unless the boy is so thick-skinned that he is invincible, he will never look indifferent.

And even Harry still has some distance to go before reaching this realm.

"Oh, I've seen enough." Furong said in a panic and turned her head.

Harry was about to put on his clothes when Fleur turned her head again.

She said: "Please let me know if you are injured or not."

Fleur was much more decisive at this time. She walked directly in front of Harry and looked at Harry's strong chest carefully. There was no red mark at all on it.

Approaching Harry, a strong manly breath suddenly made Fleur's heart beat faster.

"Are you okay?" Harry was a little angry.

He hasn't looked at Fu Rong yet, but he has been looked at by Fu Rong. How can he not be angry?

"Of course, of course..."

Fleur bit the tip of her tongue to regain some energy, and took two steps back.

"Meow!!!" A cat screamed.

Under Harry's bed has always been the little cutie's favorite place, because there is a small black pebble under the bed. The cutie likes to fiddle with it with his paws and let it roll around on the floor.

This is the nature of cats, and even if she is a magical cat with far more intelligence than Muggle cats, it cannot change this.

Today she was playing under the bed and her tail swung out of the bed.

Fleur, who didn't notice, stepped on him.

Hearing the little cutie's scream, Fleur was startled. She suddenly raised her steps, her body was unsteady and she was about to fall.

With quick eyesight and quick hands, Harry grabbed Fleur and pulled her towards him.

Fleur used this strength to completely put her body weight on Harry.

With him, he fell to the big bed beside him.

…

"Harry, where are you?" Hermione's voice suddenly sounded in the corridor: "We are back."

Then the figures of three people appeared at the door, looking into the room.

What they saw was this picture: Fleur was on top of Harry, their legs were intertwined, Harry was naked, and Harry put his hands on Fleur's plump chest, staring at Fleur "affectionately".

Zhang Qiu's expression remained unchanged as he pushed Astoria, who was secretly eyeing the two of them, out of the door: "Children, don't watch this."

Astoria muttered: "I'm almost fourteen, why do you treat me like a child?"

Hermione said softly: "Harry, what are you doing?"

Harry didn't panic and was about to say it was a misunderstanding: "It's a long story..."

But the guilty Furong reacted strongly and said: "I...we are...learning English, yes, learning English!"

What else could Harry say? If he said something different from Fleur, wouldn't it make people think he was lying even more? And with the way they were now, to be honest, no one would believe it.

So he had only one way to go until it was dark.

Harry said confidently: "Yes, I am teaching Fleur to learn English."

Hermione glanced at Harry's hand and said strangely: "How can you learn English in bed?"

Harry said: "This is called teaching by words and deeds..."

Zhang Qiu said: "I didn't know this idiom could be understood this way."

Harry naturally squeezed his hand twice and took it away, then got dressed: "Today's lesson is almost done, let's stop here..."

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