Harry Potter Reborn

In the early morning, the sky was gray, but it had stopped raining all day and night yesterday.

Harry opened his eyes and saw that he and Astoria were tightly coupled together, wanting to rub each other together.

Astoria has always had the habit of treating Harry as a pillow that is bigger than her. Harry's right leg arbitrarily spread apart Astoria's legs, and when he was sandwiched between them, something naturally woke up.

There is nothing you can do to make your energy in the morning too strong.

Harry placed one of his hands on Astoria's breasts. It seemed that even in his dream, Harry had mastered placing his hands in the most correct position.

Harry calmly raised his hand, pulled out his legs, put on his clothes, and walked to the window.

Astoria frowned slightly. Although she didn't wake up, she felt that something was missing.

Harry gently opened the window and had a panoramic view of Hogwarts.

A white cold mist seems to rise from the surface of the black lake, lingering around the edge of the lake. The leaves of the surrounding plants are crystal clear, whether it is the rain last night or the cold dew formed in the morning. In the endless Forbidden Forest in the distance, an unknown small

Birds get up early to hunt for food. They fly on the branches thirty meters high and chirp crisply, making this magical castle full of life.

A wisp of cool breeze flew into the bedroom carrying the fresh fragrance of vegetation and earth after the rain.

"Hmm..." A soft nasal voice sounded.

Harry closed the window and looked back at Astoria. Feeling the coolness, Astoria, who was still lying in the warm quilt, couldn't help but make a dissatisfied groan in her sleep.

She curled up like a kitten under the quilt, with only her cute little head exposed. Her blond hair, like pure gold, was spread on the pillow. A blush appeared on her pretty face, and her long hair

The eyelashes trembled slightly, and the edges of the red lips were slightly raised, forming two dimples, as if she had had a sweet dream.

…

Harry and the others did not have breakfast in their cabin today, and Helena made no preparations.

Because the course schedule for this semester will be distributed in the auditorium this morning.

Harry had just walked into the auditorium. As soon as he entered the door, he couldn't help but look at the staff table, because Hagrid was so attractive. He was chatting with the astronomy teacher, Professor Sinistra.

He likes to make hand gestures. Some students can't help but worry that Hagrid will accidentally knock Professor Sinistra away.

This is no joke, Hagrid's thick arms are wider than Professor Sinistra's body.

Someone glanced at the enchanted ceiling and said unhappily: "Today is a rainy day."

Harry walked towards the Gryffindor table, where Hermione and Astoria sat on either side of Harry.

A tall dark-skinned girl with long braids was walking around the Gryffindor table. She walked from one end of the table to the other, seemingly trying to communicate with every candidate she had in mind.

"Hello, Angelina." A boy said.

"Hello, Somle." Angelina said briskly: "How was your summer vacation?"

Without waiting for an answer, she continued: "You know, I have been elected captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team."

"Congratulations." Somle grinned at her: "That verbose Wood is finally gone. This is a good thing."

Angelina said: "Ah, by the way, Oliver is gone and we need a new goalkeeper. The selection will be held at five o'clock on Friday afternoon. Are you interested?"

"Okay." Somle said.

Angelina smiled at him and left, then found another boy and had the same conversation again.

"I remembered, that guy named Wood graduated last year, right?" Hermione dragged a plate of bread and butter in front of her and said calmly: "I wonder what will happen to the Gryffindor Quidditch team.

Influence."

Harry rolled up the fried and tender bacon and stuffed it into his mouth. He whimpered and said: "I don't pay much attention to it. Anyway, some people leave the team every year, and new blood is added. The strength of the four colleges has always been

You come and go, no one has always won the championship, and no college team has always been beaten."

Whoosh whoosh whoosh.

Blah blah blah.

Hundreds of owls flew in from a window at the top. They landed randomly all over the auditorium, throwing letters and packages to their owners, and also sprinkled water drops on the heads of those who had breakfast.

Apparently when they started eating, it started to rain heavily again.

A barn owl with a wet copy of the Daily Prophet in its mouth swooped down and smashed the newspaper into the orange juice in front of Hermione. Hermione screamed and quickly stood up to lift the overturned glass.

.

"These owls, the service is so bad, they must give negative reviews." Harry frowned.

"No way, you can still expect owls to be smart. It has been hundreds of years since wizards used owls to convey messages, and it hasn't always been this way," Hermione said.

"Why did you order this newspaper? Although the content of newspapers now is much more normal than before, you don't need to read it all the time, right?"

Hermione said proudly: "Have you forgotten, I am a reporter for the Daily Prophet. I became a full-time reporter in the second semester of the fourth grade. I provided a lot of first-hand information for last year's Goblet of Fire competition."

As soon as Hermione put a Nat in the small leather purse on the owl's feet, the owl flapped its wings and flew away. George and Fred ran over happily.

They sat across from Harry, looking left and right, as if they were about to do something shameful.

"Are you... under a head-shaking curse?" Harry asked.

"...No." Fred was speechless.

"Our thing is about to be successful. There is only one last step left. It must be encrypted to prevent others from copying it after they get it." George said excitedly.

"What?" Harry said.

Fred opened his eyes wide: "You forgot, you asked us to solve a problem. We have spent all our time on it. The final product will be available in about October."

"Oh, I remembered it." Harry suddenly realized.

"Just wait for our good news." George and Fred chuckled and left.

Astoria finished her breakfast and asked curiously: "Brother, what are they talking about?"

Hermione was no exception, looking straight at Harry.

Harry said: "Well...an epoch-making invention. I can only say that the era of owls is passing. In the future, wizards can only think about the use of owls to deliver letters from books. In fact, what are their achievements?

I don’t know yet, we will all know when the time comes.”

"I really didn't expect it." Harry's face was complicated: "I actually just made an idea and gave them a goal. I didn't expect that the brothers actually researched it."

At this time, Principal McGonagall went along the table to distribute the curriculum.

Hermione looked at the form in her hand expectantly: "Today's classes are two Potions classes, Arithmetic Divination class, and two Defense Against the Dark Arts classes."

Harry looked at Hermione's class schedule, and then looked at Astoria's class schedule: "History of Magic class, it seems that everyone is the same, Tuesday and Friday, right? It also says public class in brackets, classroom.

--hall."

Astoria looked around the huge auditorium: "Are we going to have class here?"

Hermione said: "Besides this, there is no other place that can accommodate eight or nine hundred people."

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