Harry Potter Reborn

Chapter 96 Break it all!

Harry returned to the dormitory.

In the darkness, Harry sat quietly on the bed.

He didn't fall asleep.

For some reason, when he and Zhang Qiu became ordinary classmates.

There is sadness, of course, but there is also a relaxed mood, and it seems that I am no longer bothered by any problems.

Is it because of Hermione? After all, I really can't think of how to get along with them.

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But……

Do I really... like Hermione?

Harry imagined what would happen to him if Hermione told him that she liked someone else.

It will still feel uncomfortable, but it seems... not as painful as imagined.

Is this just because I imagined it and subconsciously don't take it seriously, or is it because I don't like Hermione that deeply?

This question bothered Harry.

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It seems that I have been a child for so long that my mental age has changed, Harry thought.

What am I here for?

I'm here for the magic, the mysterious magic.

Wanting to understand this, Harry got out of bed, sat in front of the table, took out a piece of letter paper from the drawer, dipped the quill in ink, and was about to start writing, but his hand stopped and it was difficult to start writing.

"Snapped"

A drop of black ink falls on the paper.

Harry balled up the paper and threw it away, then took out another one.

This time, without hesitation, the writing appeared on the paper.

"Hermione, you are a lovable girl. However, I think you are still a child and cannot make a clear judgment about feelings. You are only eleven years old and have met too few people in your world.

, this will interfere with your judgment. It doesn’t even take half a year for us to go from strangers to familiarity. When you grow up, you will know how big the world is and you will meet more and more people. I don’t want to be...

It affects your real choice. If you still don't hate me after a few years, then let's start over... - Harry."

Put away the pen.

Harry didn't know how Hermione would feel when she received this letter, because he didn't want to think about it.

Call Xiao Hei and tie the letter to Xiao Hei's leg.

Xiao Hei fluttered his wings and flew away.

After returning to bed, my hand touched a soft object.

The little cutie has just come back, and the fur on her body is still feeling cold.

Harry gently touched the little cutie, listened to the sound of its chanting, and slowly fell asleep...

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The next day, after waking up.

Harry suddenly thought of something he had forgotten. He had forgotten to take care of Professor Sprout's herbs.

During the four days he was ill, he never went over to keep the greenhouse warm at night.

As he rushed to the herb shed, he only hoped that the herbs would not freeze to death.

When I opened the door, I felt a rush of hot air.

A girl was extinguishing one stove after another, leaving only a few to maintain the temperature in the room.

The girl saw Harry coming in and explained: "When you were sick, I came to the herb room to light the stove for you at night."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief and said softly: "Then, thank you, Zhang Qiu."

"You are welcome."

Zhang Qiu walked past Harry with his head lowered.

Harry stood at the door, dazed for a long time, before he woke up, closed the door, and left.

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In the morning, Harry made potions in the classroom and stayed there all morning, but he was absent-minded and made many mistakes.

Harry frowned and looked at the pot of Whispering Potion.

After drinking this potion, whoever the drinker is willing to let hear what he says can hear it.

Otherwise even if you shout in a person's ear, that person won't hear anything.

The potion was almost successful, but Harry was feeling very upset.

He pointed his wand at the crucible.

“Cleaned up like new”

The pot of light cyan potion was completely empty.

I really don't have the patience, and it seems that I am not suitable for this kind of task.

Although Harry's Potions scores were excellent, it was only because he read too many books. He didn't like the subject very much, and he wasn't as obsessed with it as Snape was.

His decision to use this winter vacation to make potions was largely due to his curiosity about Snape's potions textbook.

He doesn't want to play anymore now.

He didn't want to spend a lot of time specializing in Potions, as long as Snape was there.

I don't know what Snape's expression was when he returned the remaining potion.

I tidied up the classroom, carried the equipment downstairs, and prepared to send it back to the underground classroom.

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Harry was sitting in the Gryffindor common room, recalling the cold look in Snape's eyes just now. His look just now was definitely not an act, it was from the bottom of his heart.

"Bang, bang, bang"

There was a knock on the door.

Unexpectedly, the fat lady forgot the order to open the door again, Harry thought helplessly.

I had no choice but to stand up and go to open the door.

When the petite figure came in through the round door, he raised his head and stared at Harry with his big eyes.

Slowly his eyes turned red.

Harry opened his mouth, knowing for the first time what it meant to be overwhelmed...

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