Harry Potter Reborn

Last days of vacation.

Fleur arrives in Diagon Alley.

She is about to work at the British Wizarding Bank. As she graduated from Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and got excellent results in the N.E.W.T exam, it will not be difficult to get this job.

As for the place to stay, of course the Leaky Cauldron was the place to stay.

There is now a saying among the Muggle girls in the Leaky Cauldron that the seventh floor is the harem of the little boss, because Harry only let beautiful witches live there.

It was even later rumored that there was an evil spell cast by Harry on the seventh floor, and any girl who stepped inside would be under a spell and fall hopelessly in love with Harry.

"After all, I am not a British wizard. I want to stay in the British wizarding community for a long time, especially if I want to join a wizarding bank under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Magic. The procedures are very troublesome. The International Magical Cooperation Department of the French Ministry of Magic and the International Magical Cooperation Department of the British Ministry of Magic are connected.

It took a long time before a group of wizards were allowed to enter each other's countries." Furong said.

Harry didn't know what the Magical Cooperation Department of the Ministry of Magic was used for. From what Fleur said, it seemed to have the function of processing visas at the immigration office of Muggle countries.

A little girl suddenly jumped out from behind Furong, with blue eyes, long waterfall-like silver hair, and a slight smile revealing sweet dimples and neat white teeth.

It's just a smaller version of Hibiscus.

"As soon as Gabri heard that she would see you, she insisted on coming with her." Fleur said helplessly.

Fleur's silvery blue eyes looked at Harry shyly and complicatedly.

Merlin, what did my mother think that she would let me marry this person who is three years younger than me?

Gabrielle ran to Harry and took Harry's arm with a look of joy on her face.

Fleur pretended to be sad and said: "Gabriel, are you going to abandon your sister so soon?"

Gabrielle stuck out her tongue and said, "That's right."

Harry couldn't help but rub Gabrielle's silver hair, which only reached his waist.

Who can resist the attribute of silver hair?

"Let's go up there first, otherwise Diagon Alley will be jammed," Harry said.

The blood of the enchanted children in Fleur and Gabrielle's bodies has attracted a large number of wizards around them to fall into dementia and look at them stupidly.

Suitcases of various sizes were filled with things that Furong would use.

Furong looked at the row of doors on this floor and smiled: "Where should I live?"

A room door opened, and three beautiful girls appeared.

Hermione picked up a piece of luggage and glared at Harry angrily. Harry looked away guiltily.

Zhang Qiu smiled and said to Furong: "Furong, please live next door to us."

"At night, you must be careful and close the door tightly, otherwise you don't know what monsters will break in." Hermione said.

"Oh." Fleur nodded.

She always felt an indescribable feeling of embarrassment when facing Hermione and Zhang Qiu. During the last semester, she often visited Harry's cabin. In the subtle aspects of life, she could feel the strong feelings between Harry and them.

, which made her feel like she was forcibly inserting herself into their lives.

Fleur looked at Astoria, and very keenly, she noticed that Astoria, this simple little girl, seemed to have some changes.

She looked at Harry again and thought to herself: It can't be what I thought, it can't be.

Even though she was thinking this way, she couldn't help but pull her lovely sister Gabrielle to her side to take good care of her.

If Harry attacks this little lolita like Astoria, then her sister will really be in danger.

Fleur's actions couldn't be concealed from Harry, who was speechless.

Noticing that Harry's gaze shifted to Gabri, Fleur said in a warning tone: "Harry, Gabri has just celebrated her tenth birthday. She is still one year away from going to school. You must not hit Gabe."

Li’s idea.”

Harry said angrily: "Why have you misunderstood me like this! Am I that kind of person?"

Astoria said with a smile: "Are you talking about the very comfortable thing my brother did to me? At least until Gabrielle comes of age."

Harry looked up at the ceiling of the corridor. The pattern was very beautiful.

…

Letters from Hogwarts came late this year.

Generally, students will receive letters from owls half a month to a month before the start of school.

Harry opened the envelope he had just removed from the owl's leg.

Inside the letter were three pieces of parchment.

One is the usual notification of the start date of September 1st, and the other is the new books needed for the fifth grade.

There are only two new books, one is "Standard Spells, Level 5" by Miranda Gersack, and the other is "Learning and Using Dark Magic" by Wilbert Slinka. It seems that Snape is ready to be honest this semester.

Leading students towards the path of learning black magic.

"Um?"

Something solid rolled out of the envelope, a red and gold badge in the shape of a Gryffindor lion.

This is the prefect badge.

Starting from the fifth grade, Hogwarts will select prefects among students to achieve better management of the school.

This is an honor because only the best students from each class are selected.

The last piece of parchment was a letter written by Minerva, regarding his selection as a prefect, as well as the various tasks that a prefect is responsible for and the various rights he has on a daily basis.

"Harry, I'm a prefect." The door opened with a bang, and Hermione rushed in and shouted excitedly, her face flushed and holding the Gryffindor prefect badge in her hand.

"You guessed it, who among the girls is better than you." Harry smiled.

"But I plan to return mine and give it to others while there is still time." Harry raised the parchment paper and badge in his hand.

"You...why?" Hermione didn't expect Harry to say this.

Harry seemed a little troubled: "If it were Dumbledore, he would definitely understand my thoughts and wouldn't think that I wanted the status of prefect... But I don't know for sure. He only wants me to be the Minister of Magic. Maybe he will

He would be happy to let me stay in the position of prefect first. But Professor McGonagall must have completely treated me like a child and gave me a small toy..."

Hermione raised her eyebrows: "Then you can return mine too, and remember to say sorry to Professor McGonagall."

"But I see you're quite happy, aren't you?"

"Of course, I'm definitely happy because of the symbolism of it, not because I care about prefects' rights," Hermione said.

"If it was in my first year and second year, when I was still new to prefects, I would definitely be happy to be a prefect and experience the identity of a junior prefect, but now, after four years at Hogwarts, I am very familiar with prefects.

Now that you are familiar with what you have to do as a prefect, I don't really care whether you become a prefect or not," Hermione said.

"You have a good idea, let the first and second grade students be prefects."

…

Hogwarts, Gryffindor Head of House's Office.

Professor McGonagall put on her glasses and continued to read the parchment: "Professor Sprout, well, I hope that the school will purchase forty Lamora jelly plants before November. This is the graduation topic for this year's seventh grade graduates.

.”

She picked up another letter: "Professor Sinister, the teaching equipment for the astronomy class should be updated. The newly launched Comet 1995 astronomical telescope can see farther and clearer, and it also has a camera function. Thirty of them, oh

, and also included the price very thoughtfully..."

"Do these professors think the school is running a bank?" Professor McGonagall shook her head.

Before she became the principal, she would not have worried about these things.

For the time being, he put the astronomy professor's request next to the pending documents and picked up the next one: "Hagrid's? His hunting ground..."

"Pop." There was a crisp sound.

There is an extra figure in the office.

"Principal McGonagall."

"Oh, Merlin!" The sudden appearance of Harry clearly frightened Professor McGonagall.

Professor McGonagall's eyes widened, and she took a few deep breaths to regain her composure.

"Headmaster, Hermione and I don't think we are suitable for the position of prefect. You can find someone else." Harry was quite embarrassed.

"Okay, I understand, let's go." Professor McGonagall said.

Harry was surprised by Professor McGonagall's attitude, but said nothing.

He placed the two badges on his desk.

Professor McGonagall thought: As Albus said, Harry will definitely refuse.

Professor McGonagall took the badge, frowned and thought: "Who else can be a prefect? ​​Boys... Neville Longbottom seems to be good, but girls, who else?"

Harry, who was closing the door, heard Neville's name and suddenly thought of something.

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Note: The previous chapter was closed, it was Harry and Astoria.