Harry Potter Reborn

On the way to class, Hermione suddenly said: "You are in fifth grade. I think I should remind you."

"So what?" Harry's mind was not on this topic. He looked at the gloomy sky. The rainwater hung down along the stone eaves on both sides of the corridor to form curtains. A drop of raindrops made a splash in the puddle.

They are all more interesting than Ls.

Hermione said helplessly: "Don't react so flatly, please. It is an extremely important exam for every wizard. According to other people's descriptions, we have to deal with exams endlessly. I heard that psychological stress is so severe that half of the exams occur every year

Students would cry and wipe their eyes and lose their temper... Legend has it that some even fainted during exams."

Harry asked a fatal question: "Are they really wizards? Why do they feel like kindergarten children?"

"Anyway, everyone agrees that fifth grade is a nightmare year that makes people physically and mentally exhausted." Hermione also felt that those rumors were too scary. Studying is obviously a happy thing, so how could she cry in fear.

"It's about test scores. If you don't care, then the Ls test means nothing to you."

"Shouldn't we make this a top priority?" Hermione asked.

Hearing this, Harry shook his head: "This goes back to the essence of the problem. Don't forget what the purpose of the wizard's Ls exam is. With the certificate, the higher the score, the easier it is to find a job, and the better life in the wizarding world will be.

Is that what you mean?”

Hermione thought for a while: "That seems to be the case."

Harry spread his hands: "Look, whether it's an Ls certificate or a certificate, it's just a proof you use to survive, but..." Harry said in a melancholy tone: "We are very rich."

"Even if we have eight or ten children, we can still afford them." Harry said seriously.

Hermione's face showed no emotion.

Harry smiled and held Hermione's hand: "So do we really need any certificates?"

Hermione frowned and then relaxed: "I think what you said is different from what I thought, but I can't tell what's wrong."

"Haha..." Harry chuckled: "You are so stupid."

"Of course, because although what I said is true, it is the pursuit of ordinary people. My Hermione is not one of those ordinary people."

Hermione looked at Harry, waiting for him to say something.

Harry raised his palm to Hermione's head and rubbed it gently: "From the beginning to the end, what you were thinking was not that simple. Of course, I don't know whether you realized it or not."

"This is the difference between genius and mediocrity, this is the difference between the ever-changing Muggle world and the stubborn and conservative magical world...Ls is just a certificate to others, but what you pursue is academic achievement in various fields of magic, so you only care

As a master of magic knowledge, Ls, what you want to do is to be the Einstein and Newton of the magic world."

Hermione's eyes were clear, as if she could see through the clouds. She blinked and said, "So I am so powerful in your heart."

"Of course, you are the most powerful. Every time it wasn't Zhang Qiu, you begged for mercy. You still refused to admit defeat. Even Astoria admired you..." Harry smiled.

Hermione blushed, gritted her teeth and said, "You really can't live without saying nasty things?"

"Forget it, let's not discuss such a serious issue." Harry straightened his face: "What kind of exam is that? You, the "examination geek", will definitely not miss it, so take part."

Hermione looked at Harry speechlessly: "Examinationist or something, this name is too weird."

"I really can't find a better name to describe a human being who loves exams like you." Harry said.

…

In a damp yard.

It was drizzling, so the outlines of the students crowded in the courtyard in twos and threes looked a bit blurry.

Harry and Hermione did not rush to the basement door. They stood quietly in a hidden corner, with a faint halo of light around them, blocking the cold September wind.

A group of people gathered around with their robe collars turned up and were chatting.

"How much homework do you think Snape will give us in the first Potions class of this school year?"

"Anyway, with his temperament, he will never miss it. I guess the paper alone will be at least eight inches long."

"Who the hell are you looking down on? It's Snape. I think it's at least twelve inches."

"No, it depends on Harry Potter. The more he arouses Snape's anger, the more work we have to do."

"...It's really unfair. Who should we talk to to explain it to you?"

A voice that was even colder than today's weather sounded behind them: "Everyone, what are you talking about?"

"Nothing, it just means that Potter and Snape can't deal with it."

This group of people suddenly felt that the voice was so familiar. They turned around and saw that their faces were pale, as if they had seen a ghost. No, Hogwarts is full of ghosts, so they would not be so scared if they saw a ghost.

They saw Snape, who was dressed in black and looked like a ghost, standing next to them. Snape looked down at them condescendingly. The key was that Snape did not show a zombie face, but a gentle smile. This was even more damning.

It's scary, okay.

These children were so scared that they almost peed their pants.

They were stammering and thinking about how to explain, when a soul-shaking roar shocked everyone in the yard out of their bodies.

"Harry Potter!!"

Another Snape in black strode over. His face was colder than a glacier, and his eyes were more eye-catching than the night.

He raised his wand high, and a burst of magic hit Snape, who was smiling brightly. The magic was lifted, and the fake Snape turned into Harry.

"I think you should explain well why you became like me." Snape said with murderous intent.

Harry didn't panic at all and said calmly: "Professor Snape, aren't we waiting for you? So, I want to take this time to practice the transformation spell, but who will I turn into? I thought about it, you are

My most respected professor, so I became you."

Hermione had a strange look on her face and almost laughed out loud.

Snape almost vomited blood, and the wand in his hand trembled. He thought it was a knife, and he stabbed dozens of holes in Harry's body.

"Enter class!" Snape couldn't keep his iceberg face at all, he said angrily and walked towards the underground classroom.

The door to the underground classroom had not been opened for several months. When it was opened, it made an eerie creaking sound. There was a burst of trivial footsteps, and everyone walked towards the table where they were accustomed to sit.

Harry and Hermione sat in the first row, and there was a blank circle within three meters.

Who doesn't know that Harry is the center of the bombing zone, so idiots move closer. There once was a good boy who loved learning. He wanted to get closer to the truth, so he sat in the second row, behind and to the left of Harry.

Originally, the pair of Harry and Hermione had long been a fixed fortress that attracted firepower. Everyone was used to it, but there was an extra person inexplicably. Such asymmetry made everyone feel uncomfortable, and then he ushered in Snape's arrival.

After making things difficult, he sat in the back corner of the classroom with tears in his eyes.

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