Harry Potter Reborn

"Harry, your godfather is here too." Professor McGonagall said before Harry could ask.

"Is this necessary? I'm not a child anymore." Harry didn't want to imagine what that would be like.

The parents have kind smiles on their faces and teach their children earnestly. He must have passed this age long ago.

Hermione said: "In Sirius's eyes, you will always be a child."

The auditorium gradually became deserted.

Hermione noticed the time, drank the last mouthful of pumpkin porridge, and said, "In ten minutes, Professor Binns' History of Magic exam is about to begin. Harry, I'm leaving first. I look forward to your performance tonight."

"What are you referring to?" Harry raised his brows and asked keenly.

Hermione: "...of course it's the Triwizard Tournament, what else could it be."

After breakfast.

Harry lazily stood up.

Fleur stood up from the Ravenclaw table, and Cedric, Viktor, Poliarch Brown, and Vincent Piccolo also stood up and walked towards the conference room.

Harry walked through the hall, opened the door and walked into the conference room.

There are a dozen wizards in the house.

The most conspicuous one is a wizard in his thirties who has a strong aristocratic air in his words and deeds - Sirius Black.

He was the core of the crowd, with several wizards surrounding him, with flattering smiles on their faces.

Because Sirius is a big shot, it is rumored that he works in a newly established place in the Ministry of Magic called the Phoenix Special Office. This office is the most mysterious department in the Ministry of Magic. No one knows who the specific members are, only that they are under the supervision of Dumbledore.

Lido is directly dispatched. Although members have no real power, their positions are only one step lower than the heads of departments.

As for his wealth, he holds 15% of the shares in the British Wizarding Bank. He is also the only individual shareholder, and the remaining shares are in the hands of the Ministry of Magic.

"Hello, Mr. Black. My name is Amos Diggory. I currently work at the Office for the Regulation of Magical Creatures in the Ministry of Magic..." A male wizard with glasses said excitedly, holding Sirius's hand tightly.

"Um, hello..." Although Sirius didn't want to be rude, he really didn't know this person, and a trace of doubt flashed across his face.

Amos Diggory hadn't seen it yet, but he still said happily: "My child is Cedric. He will graduate this year. His academic performance is very good. I thought if you could prepare a letter for him,

If you give him a letter of recommendation, he will definitely get a good position in the Ministry of Magic. I'm afraid you don't know that this child has admired you since he was a child..."

Sirius: Hey, do you admire me for settling down in Azkaban?

Cedric came over and stood by the door with his parents.

Viktor Krum was speaking rapid Bulgarian to his dark-haired parents in a corner of the room. He inherited his father's hooked nose.

On the other side, Fleur was chattering to her mother in French. Fleur's sister Gabrielle held her mother's hand and she waved to Harry.

Fleur and her sister inherited their mother's appearance. Their mother had more Veela blood than their sisters, and she looked more dreamy. She was a beautiful blonde woman.

It's hard to understand how Mr. Delacour could be willing to separate from her, unless he didn't...

The three of them stood together, arranged according to height, like a small hibiscus, a hibiscus, and a large hibiscus.

Fleur's mother looked at Harry with great interest and smiled slightly: "We finally meet."

Harry felt a little embarrassed: Is this a formal meeting with his parents?

Thinking that he had eaten so much tofu from Furong, he couldn't help but feel guilty when facing her mother.

"Hello, ma'am," Harry said.

"I want to come and watch your game." Fleur's mother leaned over and kissed Harry on the cheek: "Thank you for saving Gabrielle."

A faint scent of roses came to his nostrils. Are all French women so enthusiastic? Harry couldn't bear it.

But hearing Fleur's mother's non-standard English, Harry couldn't help but laugh.

Fleur's mother glanced at Harry coquettishly. She also knew that she didn't speak English well, but Harry was too good at hiding it.

Harry was disturbed by Fleur's mother's teasing look, and then immediately calmed down, thinking in his mind: Humph, you are trying to seduce me, yet another person is greedy for my body!

"Can you take us around Hogwarts, Harry?" Mother Fleur said.

"Okay." Harry said.

They walked towards the door leading to the auditorium. When they passed Sirius, Sirius nodded slightly without saying a word.

Harry spent a very pleasant morning walking with Fleur, Gabrielle and Lady Delacour in the sun-drenched grounds.

After all, with three beauties around, everyone will feel at ease.

Harry showed them Beauxbatons' carriage and Durmstrang's ship.

Mrs. Delacour was very interested in the Whomping Willow and stood under the tree and looked at it for a long time.

"I heard from Fleur that you have a girlfriend?" Mrs. Delacour asked.

"Yes, there are several of them, so if Furong marries me, she will have to be a small child, and she might be wronged."

Mrs. Delacour said with a smile: "Then you must take good care of Fleur."

"Haha, you are so open-minded." What else could Harry do besides smile.

In the afternoon, Harry led them around the castle.

From time to time, students rushed out of the classroom next to them and shouted: "Ahaha... I finally finished the exam and I am liberated! Go to hell!"

Then when he saw Furong and the others, their faces immediately turned red and they left embarrassed.

"Am I too old and ugly? Otherwise, why would they run away as soon as they saw my face?" Mrs. Delacour stroked her oval face and said melancholy.

"No way, they all think you are Fleur's beautiful sister. They must be embarrassed to be so presumptuous in front of you. No one is surprised that you are my girlfriend at such a young age," Harry said.

"Talk nonsense." Fleur slapped Harry's hand.

Lady Delacour just smiled.

…

At night.

The dinner was very sumptuous.

The faculty table was full of people, and Dumbledore also took the time to come, as well as some old men and women wearing gorgeous robes. These should be from the International Federation of Wizards.

The students' excitement reached its highest point.

Because this semester is completely over for them, they no longer have to worry about exams.

Therefore, everyone is relaxed and looking forward to today's game wholeheartedly.

"You took the Defense Against the Dark Arts test yesterday, and I haven't asked how it went," Harry said.

Hermione smiled proudly: "Professor Snape was shocked by my performance yesterday."

"Before the Poison Leopard was released by Professor Snape, I cast a bunch of buff spells on myself, including the Lightness Charm, the Quickness Charm, the Hands and Eyes Quickness Charm, the Calmness Charm, the Iron Armor Charm, the Protection Charm, the Rebound Charm...anyway.

Professor Nepp should have given me excellence and defeated Nang

Poison Leopard, I worked very hard. There were three other students who seemed to really think they could get away with it. Professor Snape directly asked them to retake the exam next year. There were also a dozen students who accidentally inhaled poisonous gas during the battle.

I'm still lying in the school hospital now."

The enchanted ceiling turned from blue to dark purple twilight. Principal McGonagall looked at Dumbledore and motioned for him to speak.

Minister Dumbledore stood up at the staff table and the auditorium fell silent.

He looked deeply at all the students in the auditorium with complex, gratified, and nostalgic eyes.

Then he said in a clear voice: "Ladies and gentlemen, in five minutes, I will invite everyone to go to the Quidditch pitch to watch the last event of the Triwizard Tournament. Now, warriors, please follow Mr. Bagman first

Go to the sports field."

Harry stood up weakly, and the Gryffindor students applauded him.

"Harry, come on."

"Harry, you are the best..."

"Harry, good luck to you."

Even if there were a few other Warriors fans, their voices were silenced.

Hermione wondered: Since when did everyone love Harry?

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Note: When I read the original novel, I always hated how everyone was isolated and looked down on Harry, especially the Gryffindors.

Very frustrating.

As the protagonist, everyone should love him.