Harry Potter Reborn

The third day of the Easter holiday.

It was raining continuously, and looking at the dark clouds in the sky, it must have rained for several days.

"Good morning, Helena." Harry came out of the bedroom and saw what Helena was writing on a large piece of parchment, and greeted her.

"Harry, it's good for you too..." Helena raised her head and smiled slightly.

Then his expression became slightly dull, and his white soul body trembled slightly, and finally it looked like a white cloud sprayed with pink paint.

Because Harry was obviously shirtless and got up wearing only shorts.

Helena has been treated like a princess since she was a child and received the best aristocratic etiquette education. Every word and deed she carries is elegant and aristocratic.

When she was alive, the pure-blood men who pursued her were all courteous, generous and decent, and wore gentleman's clothes without a trace of wrinkles.

In a thousand years, this was the first time she saw a man standing in front of her like this.

Even though they usually knew that Harry was having sex in their bedroom, there was still a door between them, so he could stay out of sight.

But now, Harry stood directly in front of him.

"Harry, what are you doing! Why aren't you wearing clothes!" Helena twisted around and screamed.

Harry tugged on his shorts and smiled: "Isn't this what I'm wearing?"

This noble lady is so interesting. She is over a thousand years old, and her face is as tender as a little girl. Fortunately, I did not let her go, otherwise where would I find this one-in-a-million soul...

"What are you doing? It's no different from not wearing any clothes! You, please put on clothes quickly, it's immoral." Helena closed her eyes tightly.

Harry smiled and said: "I'm at home, I can wear whatever I want, and whatever I feel comfortable with."

"How dare you, a little ghost, interfere with my business? I'm afraid you haven't read What the Master and the Little Maid Had to Say." Harry said in a "ferocious" tone.

Helena was so frightened that she trembled. She guessed that it was not a good story.

Harry walked up to her, stretched out his index finger, gently poked Helena's elastic soul body, and said curiously: "Helena, how did I find that your body has turned red recently? Is this

Doesn’t it mean you are shy?”

"No...no." Helena shrank her arm from being poked by Harry and said.

"Then what's your reaction? Look, it's even redder."

Helena shouted: "It's anger, because my soul turns red because of anger."

"You can also be angry?" Harry squinted, "I've known you for so long, and I've never seen you look like you when you're angry."

"Come on, show me a show. If you can't do it, hum..." Harry continued to poke twice.

"I'm warning you, don't go too far!" Helena stared into Harry's eyes angrily, her chest rising and falling, and her white jade-like fists clenched into balls.

Harry became even more arrogant and moved his fingers to Helena's face.

poke poke…

→→(?ω?)

Just when Harry was worried that Helena was really angry and was about to stop.

Helena "exploded".

The anger in her body suddenly disappeared, her eyebrows lowered, and she said obediently: "Good master, I was wrong, please don't punish me, okay?"

Harry: "…………"

"You..." Harry wanted to say something, but finally waved his hand, "Forget it..."

He likes to play with Helena as a bad master bullying a weak maid. The more helpless and angry Helena becomes, the more excited he gets. Helena suddenly gives in, and he loses interest.

Returning to the original topic, Harry asked: "Isn't your soul always transparent and light white? Why does it turn red? Do you know what's going on?"

Helena said: "I don't know what happened. I just feel that my soul suddenly became stronger, and then it gained the ability to change color whenever my heart is full of emotions."

"There's nothing wrong with it, right?" Harry was a little worried about what he would do if Helena was broken.

Seeing the genuine worry in Harry's eyes, Helena said softly: "I feel very good."

Harry touched his chin absentmindedly, thought for a while, and suddenly said: "I may know what's going on with you!"

Helena looked at Harry inquiringly.

Harry said loudly: "You are a ghost. Maybe because you have been with me for a long time, you have absorbed my essence, your soul has grown, and you have broken through some level."

"It's only ghosts that absorb your essence!" Helena shouted, "Don't try to apply your oriental female ghost settings to me!"

"Haha." Harry laughed, glanced at what Helena was writing, and walked into the bathroom.

Helena secretly looked at the young man standing at the door of the bathroom, shirtless, brushing his teeth in the mirror, with mixed emotions.

In fact, there was one thing she didn't say, and it was a strange feeling: she felt something very attractive in Harry that made her addicted to it.

Like a whirlpool, she couldn't help but want to get close to him and wanted to blend into him, but she had been suppressing this feeling.

"well……"

Helena picked up the quill filled with ink and murmured: "You are just a ghost...just a ghost..."

She didn't notice that the tip of the quill in her hand was tapping on the parchment unconsciously, almost poking a hole in the parchment.

…………

In the afternoon, Helena went downstairs.

A notice was posted on the bulletin board in front of the hall, which read in large letters:

【Employment Consultation】

[All fifth-year students are required to attend a brief meeting during the first week of the summer semester to discuss future employment issues with their college dean. Specific times are listed below.]

Although it was raining, Helena had cast a "waterproof and moisture-proof" spell on the parchment, so it would not be affected by the rain.

Students in other grades noticed the new announcement during dinner.

After finding out that it had nothing to do with him, he left immediately.

"I feel like this is a fatal rope tied around my neck. I can only watch helplessly as it gets tighter and tighter." A fifth-grade student's body was shaking like wheat chaff, with fear in his heart.

The sixth-grade students looked at the fifth-grade students with somewhat gloating expressions.

You must know that they experienced this a year ago, and they can best understand how panicked, nervous and urgent they felt after seeing this notice.

As someone who has experienced this, I am entitled to gloat about misfortune.

The senior seventh-grade students watched the sixth-grade performance with cold eyes.

Their expressions were even more solemn than those of the fifth graders.

This notice not only emphasizes to the fifth graders how important their upcoming Ls exam is.

For their seventh grade students, the meaning of supervision is even stronger.

Because the exam is conducted at the same time as the Ls exam, it is more difficult, more rigorous, and more torturous than the Ls exam. It can be understood as a carpet-bombing magic test.

In the auditorium, Helena stood on the teacher's bench with a clear and sweet voice: "Later, the fifth-year prefects of each college will be asked to come to my office to collect books on various magic professions. After returning to the dormitory tower, distribute them to

Fifth grade students.”

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