Rebirth of the Harry Potter

It's not yet dawn.

Harry's bedroom.

Harry opened his eyes as usual, and he immediately noticed something strange.

He touched his lips, a little wet.

The little cute crouched between the two pillows, and looked at Harry with the calm water blue eyes: "Meow~~"

He ran to Harry in delight, and licked a bit on Harry's face.

Harry gently lifted Astoria back into his arms, and then picked up the little cutie, warningly said: "No, when will you become a cat ears, can you kiss me?"

Little cute ears drooped down: "Meow...Meow..." (Tenth-level cat language translation: Master is so bad, hate me, crying...)

As Harry stood in front of the mirror brushing his teeth, the little cute petite body stood on Harry's head and shoulders, taking light steps and jumping around.

The other person on the bed, Astoria, was hiding under the quilt, and quietly gave a smug smile: "Hee hee, I didn't find this, my brother is too stupid..."

...

Harry had always been on time.

So when he got up, he looked at the clock on the wall and it was ten minutes before six.

It was dark outside at this time, and it was very late this month, plus today's rainy weather.

It was almost the same as the black at twelve in the middle of the night, and there was no glimmer at all.

Harry withdrew the silent magic in the room.

A messy and calming voice came: a thundering thunder billowed overhead, roaring in the wind, hitting the walls of Hogwarts Castle, and occasionally heard the tall trees in the forbidden forest squealed by the wind. sound.

Rainwater is like a blending agent. It drops down, on the glass, on the wall, on the ground, all sounds are fused in, and a beautiful natural music is played.

Harry started reading, and put another cup of warm, fragrant tea on the table.

After his mental input.

I don't know when, a cool breeze awakened him, and the wind blew behind his neck, as if pouring a bucket of ice water.

The thought flashed through the glass in Harry's mind.

But he immediately removed this idea, because the glass is protected by magic.

Harry turned his head and saw Ravenclaw's ghost Helena floating behind him.

She looked at the book in Harry's hands without blinking, her eyes loosen a bit, the legs under the classic long skirt were tightly clamped, twisting and twisting, the two show fists clenched tightly and loosened again, it seemed Nowhere to place.

It was all made by her unconsciously.

The cool breeze behind Harry's neck was because Helena lost her mind and couldn't control her breath, exhaling on Harry.

She is a ghost, of course there is no heat.

As for why Helena looks like this, of course, because--

Harry closed a comic book that he had made to him, and he saw "Fate of the Sky" printed on the delicate cover.

Helena let out a long breath and returned to her mind.

She finally recovered from the "magic book".

But the pictures just now were deeply in her mind, lingering.

She stuttered and said, "How can you... read this book..."

Harry took out his ears and said indifferently: "Even if you are a ghost, you can't pierce the walls and break into other people's homes." (Snape: "???")

Helena really changed the subject, but what she said was not a happy thing.

She lowered her head and fell into sorrow.

"I...some...are scared because I was killed in such weather at that time..."

"Oh..." Harry responded nonchalantly: "Should I help you kill the blood man Barrow? I mean let his soul disappear completely."

Helena was startled and quickly waved her hand and said hurriedly: "Don't want..."

"So you like him." Harry said unchanged.

"Of course not!" Helena reacted a little bit fiercely, and then felt like she was clearing something, and said in a lighter tone: "After all, he is my friend and has known friends for many years."

Helena gave Harry a skeptical look and said, "Just now, are you angry? At least there is a trace?"

Harry sneered: "I'm so angry."

"Oh..." Helena was disappointed.

Helena still remembered something more important, she said angrily: "You actually read this kind of black magic book, you are still a student."

Harry cracked.

This is not pure anymore, this is silly!

Children, do you have a lot of question marks?

Harry said, "What are you talking about?"

He pointed to the supreme book of love between brothers and sisters, glared, and asked, "You said it was black magic?"

Helena looked unnatural, but said firmly: "It must be black magic."

"And there are still books that record high and deep black magic...because I was almost sucked into the book just now, books that can have an effect on ghosts, there must be a powerful curse." Helena explained clearly.

Harry wanted to say, ‘That’s just your lust,’ but after explaining it to her clearly, with Helena’s character, she might be ashamed to commit suicide. ‘’

Harry nodded. "You said that's what it is."

"One thing," Harry thought of what he had just said: "Don't you stand behind me silently in the future, do you know how scary I am, what should I do if I accidentally cleanse you."

What a hell! Damn it.

In the morning, I read the h book with a female ghost.

This is really...too exciting.

"If there is one more time, I...pump your **** into eight petals." Harry threatened.

"Humph..." Helena put her hand on her hip and snorted arrogantly.

Harry asked: "How do you usually rest with ghosts? You don't need to come to me even if you are afraid."

Helena said: "We seldom take a rest. At night, we will wander in the castle, or we will be stuck in the wall, or stay in some abandoned classrooms..."

"Stop, stop talking..." Harry quickly stopped Helena from continuing.

Is this the ghost world?

It's too bad.

Harry took Helena's hand and broke into a bedroom.

Press her to sit by the bed.

"You will sleep here later, have you heard?" Harry ordered.

Helena froze, she opened her mouth...

Harry said: "You tell you, you don't have to be intimate, don't ask to sleep with me on the bed, I don't want to hold an ice lump every day."

Helena: "..."

Helena sat on the soft quilt and looked at Harry in a complicated way: "I am a ghost. Do you know it? It's not in the sun, not in the underworld."

Harry said, "I'm the president of the Appearance Association. Do you know? Do you think I'm just pitying you? If you don't look good, ghosts let you live here."

Helena threw back some of the strange emotions she had just had.

...

Back to the corner of the study.

Helena struggled for a long time, but she couldn't help but ask, "That...you and Qiong...was it together at last?"

Ha looked at Helena with a weird look, for a long, long time.

"So you have been thinking about this in your head?"

Helena turned her head away: "You... what do you know, it's because I was cursed by the book."

"Watch it yourself."

The book slowly drifted towards Helena, but Harry suddenly made a move, and the book returned to him.

Harry said, "Not right."

"I'll just watch it myself, but let you see it. It's illegal to spread pornography." Harry said seriously.

"In this way, I put the book on the bookshelf. Don't go through it secretly without my permission." Harry thought of a "seamless plan".

So the wand clicked on the book, and the book became transparent.

Doing this, of course, is because Harry in case Astoria accidentally saw this book, then something bad would happen.

Of course, Harry was not afraid that Astoria had learned badly, and applied the plot in the comics to reality.

Harry was afraid... He was afraid he couldn't control how many to send...

Harry put the book somewhere and looked at Helena and said, "As long as you say the name of the book, the invisibility spell can be lifted."

Helena nodded cleverly, thinking she shouldn't do it.

She tilted her head up~www.ltnovel.com~ proudly said that I was starving to death, and the Muggle world was locked up in Azkaban.

Harry looked at her like a child, and really wanted to see what this timid and shy lady would look like if she were a real person.

...

When it was half past seven, it was dawning.

Harry began to wake Astoria to get up.

"It's time to get up, little lazy pig, we still have to watch Sister Zhang Qiu's Quidditch game today." Harry bent over and pulled away Astoria's blonde hair to reveal a cute little face.

Astoria chuckled slightly, stretched her head, pecked at Harry's face, and said with a grin: "Brother good morning."

Harry kissed Astoria's forehead and said, "Good morning sister."

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