Harry Potter Reborn

It’s another ordinary morning.

"Master...my...don't...um...don't..." a soft voice like weeping begged.

Someone chuckled and said jokingly: "What don't you want?"

"Master...please don't do this, ah...it feels so uncomfortable...please spare me..."

"You really don't want it...then I won't give it to you."

"No...no, I want it, please give it to me, Master." The woman's voice said intermittently.

"Do you want it or not? Can you make it clear, otherwise I will be very troubled."

"Hmm~~ I want... no, don't continue... it feels so uncomfortable, it hurts, Master, please be gentle..."

This is what's going on in Harry's cabin.

Helena's transparent body collapsed on the sofa in the living room. She couldn't help but twitch again. Her eyes looked imploringly at a young man not far away from her.

Harry stood aside with a smile, holding a ball of transparent material in his hand, squeezing it lightly from time to time: "It's really interesting, it turns out that Helena's soul can be separated."

The cause of this incident was that Harry got up in the morning and saw Helena preparing breakfast.

I accidentally saw a hairpin in Helena's hair shaking slightly.

Harry couldn't help but wonder if he could take it off.

So he took action, but he didn't expect that the hairpin was not integrated with Helena, and it fell into Harry's hands easily.

The sudden loss of a part of her soul caused Helena's expression to change drastically.

Harry discovered that although the ornament in his hand was small, it was inextricably linked to Helena as a whole. When he touched the hairpin, it was as if he touched Helena's whole body, making her feel sore and sore as if she was electrocuted.

Lina couldn't even resist, so she could only let Harry knead her body.

Then the above scene happened where Harry insulted Helena and Helena begged Harry to return the ball of soul to her.

Harry looked at Helena's pitiful (?_?) look, smiled slightly, and threw the soul fragment in his hand to her.

The soul fragments were directly integrated into Helena's body, and another hairpin appeared on her head.

Helena quickly got up and ran into the kitchen, and said with tears in her eyes: "Master will abuse me."

Harry smiled faintly, and Helena called him master, which became more and more natural.

…

While having breakfast, Hermione asked: "Harry, did you bully Helena this morning? Before the alarm clock I set went off, I seemed to hear Helena's cry."

Helena was wearing a maid dress and waved her hands quickly: "Lord... no, Harry didn't bully me."

Harry said: "How could it be? Helena is so easy to bully, how could I be willing to bully her?"

Hermione: "..."

Helena whimpered pitifully.

"Ahem..." Zhang Qiu smiled and said: "Helena, today is your history of magic class, how are you preparing for it?"

Speaking of this, Helena was very energetic.

She began to talk endlessly about what books she had read, what the class format was like, how she interacted with students, asked questions, and even went to a Muggle university to see how some history professors taught classes...

Breakfast passed with this conversation.

The first class in the morning was Professor Flitwick's Charms class.

Everyone was a little absent-minded and eagerly waiting.

Not only Harry's Charms class, but also people from other grades who are taking other classes at this moment, as well as students who didn't have classes in the first two periods in the morning, are all looking forward to it.

It would be so interesting to have an open class for the whole school, with grades one to seven sitting together. There is also the female ghost Ms. Gray, what is the difference between her History of Magic class and Professor Binns’ History of Magic class?

But even if her courses are as boring as Professor Binns, it doesn't matter. Who makes Ms. Gray unparalleled in beauty?

That elegant and moving face is ten thousand times more pleasing to the eye than Professor Binns.

(Professor Binns: MMP)

…

Ten o'clock in the morning.

Helena calmed down in a room. She held a thick history book and a lesson plan she had made. The lesson plan was densely packed with Helena's detailed plans. She even made records of the extracurricular topics interspersed in the class. In fact,

It's too cautious and subtle.

Her heart was beating wildly. Helena touched her chest with a hand and suddenly remembered, oh, I have no heartbeat anymore. But the tension did exist.

Feeling that time was almost up, Helena walked towards the auditorium.

…

Because of the history of magic class, the appearance of the auditorium has been completely changed.

The four long tables disappeared and were replaced by seats arranged in a fan shape. There was an extra large blackboard placed across the teacher's bench at the front of the auditorium.

The students came in one after another, and because there was no one to organize them, everyone just randomly found a place to sit down, unlike other courses where students from each college all sat together.

This created opportunities for many wizards and wizards of different levels to get to know each other and fall in love.

Seeing a first-year student looking at the students walking around with a curious look on his face, a fourth-year student couldn't help but pat him on the shoulder.

"What's wrong, senior?" The little boy was startled, thinking that he had angered him by sitting next to him without permission, and was considering whether to leave quickly with his friend who had just met for two days.

The fourth-grade boy said earnestly: "I'm really jealous of your new students this year."

"Well, why?" The little boy felt that the senior who was talking to him had no ill intentions, so he plucked up the courage to ask curiously.

The fourth-grade boy seemed to have recalled something sad and said sadly: "Before you came, the history of magic class was known as the most boring course designed in the wizarding world. I had to endure it for three years.

.”

"Three years, do you know how I spent those three years? In every History of Magic class, I played wizard chess with my friends in the last row."

First grader: “(???)”

The fourth grade boy's words resonated with the surrounding wizards, and they couldn't help but complain.

A seventh-grader in the front row who was at least 1.8 meters tall and who will graduate next year turned around and said: "You only have three years, what does it mean? I have three years and three years..."

"Professor Binns, he speaks with breath and drawl. Anyone who listens to him will definitely fall asleep within ten minutes. This is not magic, this is the will of the world..."

"If the weather is hot, two minutes is enough..."

"I heard that in the psychiatry department of St. Mungo's Hospital of Magic, hypnosis magic is not effective on some mental patients, but I don't know who suggested recording the voice of Professor Binns's lecture and playing it to the mental patients. The effect was amazing."

"I never have any memories of any of his classes, because he would only read from the book in class, and then I started to be in a daze. Oh, except in the second grade, Hermione Granger interrupted his class and asked him to speak

Let’s talk about the legend of the Chamber of Secrets, that’s the only time I remember what Professor Binns said.”

With this first-year student as the center, a vigorous complaint meeting began.

The little boy looked at his senior, whom he admired so much, with a confused look on his face, and spoke eloquently about all the things wrong with Professor Binns.

I couldn't help but sigh in my heart: That old ghost has become a legend.

…

Helena floated over the wall, crossed the blackboard, and stood at the front.

The commotion in the auditorium slowly subsided.

Nine hundred eyes turned to Helena. Helena had never experienced such a battle.

She always likes to sit quietly in the library and read books alone, and never interacts with others. In terms of communicating with others, she is no different from a little girl.

Although she was mentally prepared, she still started to get nervous with so many people looking directly at her.

Helena couldn't help but look down at the floor, and she saw a young boy sitting in the front row, who was looking at her with a gentle smile.

Helena suddenly gained courage.

She calmly placed the textbook on the table, took out the wand Harry bought her, and clicked on the blackboard.

Four words appeared on the blackboard: A Brief History of Magic.

Helena looked at the students below with a smile. With the help of the "loud voice spell", her voice was heard clearly by everyone.

"Since everyone has different progress in the history of magic course, my first lesson is to give a general overview of the development of the magic world from the earliest documented history to the modern world."

"The clearest record of wizards and the existence of magic began from 3000 BC to 1000 BC. Magic appeared in people's society. Wizards who could use magic were revered. Ancient Egyptian wizards cast spells on tombs...

…”

Helena narrated the history of wizards, and her sweet voice was like a spring breeze blowing in everyone's hearts, and everyone was immersed in the stories Helena told.

…

"Brother, there is a cat. (^???^)" Astoria suddenly pointed at a calico cat that jumped up on their table and said.

That tabby cat is very special. The hair on the edge of its eyes is two brown circles, as if it is wearing a pair of reading glasses.

It was squatting on the table, looking at Helena seriously, as if it could really understand.

Before Harry could say anything, Astoria, who was accustomed to hugging little cuties, easily pulled the tabby cat over to her, rubbed the tabby cat's back, and said with a smile: "Kitty is good..."

Harry, Hermione and Zhang Qiu have this expression:

"(??ω??)"

Of course they knew that this was Principal McGonagall's Animagus. She appeared in this image when they took their first Transfiguration class, instantly attracting all the students' love for Transfiguration Magic.

Why doesn't Astoria recognize him? Did Professor McGonagall change her policy for the fourth grade?

Professor McGonagall didn't break free, and squatted on Astoria's lap, looking ahead.

Helena was the one she chose. Originally, Professor Binns's teaching was not good. Now that there is a new professor and it is a required course for the whole school that has never been taught before, she naturally wants to come and see how the actual lecture is.

…

Helena's time was allocated just right. When it was almost twelve o'clock, she talked about a series of things such as Dumbledore becoming the Minister of Magic, vigorously reforming the Ministry of Magic, and Voldemort being killed.

Helena stopped, quietly put away the parchment lesson plan she had just unfolded, and tucked it into a book.

Many people said in confusion: "Why don't you talk about it?"

"I haven't heard enough yet. It turns out there are so many interesting stories in the history of magic."

"Here, look at the time. Both classes are about to end."

"I suddenly feel like I have a lot of ink in my stomach. I really listened to you and saved me ten years of studying. If my niece asks me to tell her stories again, I will no longer have to worry about running out of stories to tell."

"Ms. Gray is amazing. If I had met her in first grade, I would have determined to become a historian."

…

Professor McGonagall's eyes were full of praise: "Very good."

Then he jumped to the ground and slipped out through the crack in the auditorium door.

Astoria said in surprise: "Brother, that cat can also talk."

Harry rubbed Astoria's head and smiled: "Of course, that's what Principal McGonagall has become."

Astoria has all kinds of tangles in her heart.

Helena on the podium spoke again.

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