Harry Potter Reborn

February 27, 1995.

Hermione's editorial press article was published in the Daily Prophet, titled "Why We Don't Need Quidditch!".

There is no doubt that the headlines are partisan.

Just looking at the title is simply sensational, as if the author of the article wants to outlaw Quidditch.

But if you pick up the newspaper and take a closer look, you will find that the content of the article and the title are only barely connected, and are not at all what the wizards imagined.

The article simply points out that the Quidditch competition in schools is not conducive to students building friendships. By interviewing the opinions of many students and citing a large number of examples, it points out that campus Quidditch needs to be rectified. It is a hundred thousand different from "Quidditch is not needed".

Eight thousand miles.

In fact, after Hermione finished writing it, she just honestly titled it "On Two or Three Disadvantages of Quidditch Matches in Contemporary Magic Schools".

But Harry touched the parchment with his hand and gave it an exaggerated title.

Although the wizard who read the newspaper was angry at first and found it boring after reading it, the effect was still very good. Many wizarding media in the world reprinted Hermione's article.

Because other magic schools also have similar problems to Hogwarts.

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"Who asked you to randomly change the title for me?" Hermione gritted her teeth.

She and Harry came to the auditorium for dinner and wanted to see how the people around them discussed the news.

The discussion was very intense. Many students on the way here quickly looked away when they saw Hermione, whispered to their friends, and then looked at Hermione secretly.

"...Yes, that's her. I heard that she suggested that the Ministry of Magic cancel the Quidditch competition."

"Ah, is that what you mean? Why do I think what she wants to express is..."

"I don't want you to feel that, I want me to feel..."

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Snape was sitting on the teacher's bench, eating and reading the newspaper. Occasionally he would look at Hermione and Harry and smile coldly.

Considering his status as Head of Slytherin House and his dislike of Gryffindor, it was only strange that he would be happy to see Slytherin and Gryffindor shake hands and make peace.

I wish all Gryffindors would turn into rotten fish.

Hermione drank her porridge with her head down, not daring to look at the strange looks in some classmates' eyes.

"It's just an exaggeration, so there's no need to feel so guilty," Harry said.

"Who has a guilty conscience?"

Hermione said angrily: "Besides, I don't blame you. When did I say that Quidditch is no longer needed?"

Harry looked at Hermione in surprise, who felt guilty just for using an exaggerated title, and clicked his tongue.

"Hermione, you are so innocent."

If future generations of editors who are afraid of chaos in the world see Hermione's appearance, they will be ashamed to death.

Hermione said: "When will the Quidditch event change? As you said, the competition will no longer be divided by houses."

Harry said: "It won't be possible within one or two semesters. Now the Ministry of Magic pays attention to meetings and voting and democracy. It is no longer the same as before. The minister can issue an order to issue any education order he wants. Although the Ministry of Magic is arrogant

Ordinary wizards have been employed, but those at the top are still mainly from pure-blood families, and they are all from Slytherin Academy, and maybe they were players on the Quidditch team back then."

"It's not that easy to get them to change their minds and let the noble Slytherin blood team up with the Muggle-born students they regard as mud-legged students and the impulsive and brainless Gryffindors."

"So it seems like a very ordinary modification to the Hogwarts Quidditch grouping rules, but it actually involves pure blood and Muggle opposition. Alas... but Dumbledore can definitely see that this will harm Hogwarts. The advantage, well... he has great ambitions. He doesn't pay attention to the differences between schools and the different philosophies of the four colleges. He only regards all students as Hogwarts students, and he will naturally find ways to solve them. Those arrogant and stubborn executives.”

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The gloomy March has passed.

The stormy April has arrived, and the Easter holiday is not far away.

Once Easter begins, it means that fifth grade students can take the Ls exam. There is an urgent countdown, and the time is less than six weeks.

At this tense moment, the Potions class ushered in a strange lesson.

No matter how vicious Snape was or how cold his face, the students could accept it.

But in class today, he was distracted from time to time and smiled strangely.

It seems that my mind has flown out of the classroom.

Snape, who is known for being demanding and responsible, did not mention the Ls exam at all in this class. He did not criticize Gryffindor. Even Neville blew up the cauldron as usual, but Snape could only respond with a light "Go." Pay attention back".

Neville looked horrified, as if he had seen a ghost.

The students had different expressions, secretly guessing what could have caused Professor Snape to be unable to maintain his iceberg face.

When the bell rang, Snape even said "get out of class is over" and walked out of the classroom first.

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Snape smiled coldly. While the students were preparing the potion, they were talking among themselves about his abnormality today. They really thought he was deaf and couldn't hear.

But he really wasn't in the mood to talk to them today.

Thinking of Dumbledore's reply to him, finally agreeing to let him use the thing, and living up to his urging of two letters a day, Snape's eyes were filled with confusion.

He used Apparation to arrive at the Ministry of Magic and went to the Minister's office.

After a while, he left.

There was a shallow stone basin in his arms, with runes and symbols carved on the edge of the basin.

Pensieve, a powerful magical item that preserves thoughts and memories in the mind.

As long as something has been experienced, it can appear again.

"Old man, since you are old enough to rely on the Pensieve to review your thoughts, why don't you step down quickly and lie down in the coffin." Snape's mind showed that Dumbledore had just handed over the Pensieve with a look of reluctance on his face. The look he gave me made me think viciously.

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Back in his dark basement office.

Snape closed the door excitedly and placed the pensieve on the table.

He thought for a moment, pointed the tip of the wand near his temple, and brought out some flashing silver memories from his head and put them into the basin.

Thoughts that are as bright as mist and liquid are swirling in the basin.

Snape looked at it as if looking through a skylight into another world.

He hesitated for a moment, then leaned down and touched the material in the pensieve. It spun and fell in the darkness. When he opened his eyes, he already appeared in the Great Hall of Hogwarts.

Snape was standing in the middle of the auditorium, and the four house tables were missing.

Instead, there were more than a hundred small tables facing the same direction. At each table, a student sat with his head lowered and hurriedly writing on a roll of parchment.

Only the clicking of quills could be heard, and occasionally the rustling of someone adjusting their parchment.

The sunlight passed through the tall windows and shone on Snape. He looked at the auditorium at this moment with a complicated expression.

This is the fifth grade who is taking the .Ls exam.

James Potter, Sirius, Remus Lupin.

Snape saw their heads without even looking. Suddenly, Snape had a look of disgust on his face.

He turned his head and looked in another direction - even after many years, he still remembered where the figure sat during this exam.

Lily was far away from her, and Snape could only see the back of her who was writing the test paper seriously.

As a teenager, Snape was thin and pale, like a plant that had been growing in the dark.

He wrote hurriedly, occasionally lifting his head away from the parchment, looking at Lily, and continued to lower his head.

Snape was standing next to the seat where he had been when he was a boy. He did not go to Lily and looked at her from a distance, just like before.

"Time is up, please stop writing!" Professor Flitwick, the invigilator, said sharply, "Including you, Stebbins! Please stay in your seat while I put away the parchment! The test papers are coming!"

Snape looked on expressionlessly, he still remembered this incident, the little old man Flitwick was going to be in trouble.

More than a hundred rolls of parchment suddenly jumped into the air, flew into Professor Flitwick's outstretched arms, and knocked him to the ground.

Some students laughed, James and Wormtail laughing the loudest.

Several students sitting at the front desk stood up and took Professor Flitwick's arms, lifting him up.

"Thank you... thank you," Professor Flitwick said breathlessly, "Very well, everyone, you can go!"

James jumped up and stuffed the quill and test paper into his schoolbag, whistled, threw the schoolbag over his shoulder, met Sirius, and they walked towards the door leading to the foyer.

Snape and Lily were separated by a group of chattering girls.

Snape did not continue to look at the memories below and exited the pensieve.

Because the next memory was the second most painful memory in his life.

Snape stood in the darkness blankly, sometimes smiling and sometimes bitterly. Although he no longer watched, the scene that happened on that bright afternoon had already been deeply engraved in his soul.

"Why……"

Snape sighed and sat weakly in his chair.

Behind him is the Mirror of Erised.

The magic mirror and pensieve were all he had for the rest of his life.

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