Rebirth of the Harry Potter

Gryffindor common room.

The arriving student said the order and Mrs. Fat opened the door.

The circular common room was filled with tables and soft armchairs, and the fire was crackling and burning. The students whispered and walked by the jumping flame.

George and Fred climbed the last spiral staircase to their dorm at the top of the tower.

Five four-poster beds stood against the wall, with crimson mantles hanging over them, and everyone's boxes were placed on their feet.

Many quidditch posters are posted on the walls of their dorms.

George sat down next to the bed and whispered, "We are only 17 years old in April next year. Missing this time, we haven't had this opportunity in our life."

Fred said: "I know, do you think I don't want to try it."

George said: "The "threshold" that President McGonagall said, do you think it is possible for us to..."

Fred said: "You think it will be so easy. Since she has taught her to make a restriction, there must be very few wizards who can easily break through this restriction. I don't think we are the wizard of magical talents she refers to. "

Compared with other wizards, Fred is quite sensible, he has self-knowledge.

"However, we still have to try it, in case we still have power in our body that we haven't understood?" Fred smiled.

"But don't hold too much hope, our more hope is to put on another condition." Fred said sneakily.

George and Fred were almost insane, he said, "Are you talking about age? Ageing agent?"

Fred said: "President McGonagall said just now that it wasn't her who decided to meet the standard to participate in the hegemony. It was a referee outside the school. This is our chance. If the professor of the school is the referee, then We’re all gone. The professors must know who the seventh graders are."

"But changing a strange referee is different. As long as we can deceive him, we are older than seventeen years old, then that's fine."

George said: "Yes, the final selection of the Warriors is also determined by the referee, if we can deceive the referee, that is our skill, then Professor McGonagall has nothing to say."

"Yes, that is the reason." Fred said.

"Hey, ten thousand gallons..." The two brothers whispered together, seeming to have seen the picture of their success.

At this time, there are many wizards in Hogwarts, like their two brothers, who began to distort their ideas.

...

Harry Lodge.

Harry squatted, parallel to Astoria's gaze, and said gently: "Astoria, can we discuss something?"

"Brother, what's the matter?" Astoria said.

Harry stroked Astoria's head and said, "You are now in the third grade and have grown up. You can't sleep with me anymore, you know?"

"How about you and your sister Hermione changing rooms? You and your sister Zhang Qiu slept in the same room."

Zhang Qiu nearly fell.

Hermione, who was sorting out the living room, scowled with blush: "Harry, what are you talking about! I won't sleep with you!"

And Astoria's petite body trembled and lowered her head, her long blond hair came with a crying voice: "Brother..."

"what happened?"

Astoria slowly raised her head, her big beautiful eyes with tears in her eyes, and looked at Harry’s eyes with a pleading and a trace of fear: "Did you not want Astoria? Where is Astoria?" If you did something wrong, my brother can tell me that I must change it, but my brother must not drive Astoria away."

Harry laughed bitterly, not expecting Astoria to react that much. He held Astoria's face with his right hand and said, "Of course not, I just want to..."

Seeing Astoria crying again, Harry quickly hugged her into her arms and said, "Well, when I didn't say what I just said."

Astoria buried her head in Harry's shoulder and wept bitterly.

Harry looked at Hermione with a helpless look.

Hermione felt a little regret in her heart.

"Bah! The ghost will regret it!" Hermione shouted.

night.

Harry was lying in bed, listening to the storm raging outside, but he was very comfortable.

Astoria was nervous about grabbing Harry's hand because of some worry, and half of his body was pressed against Harry, fearing that Harry would throw her off and run.

...

The next morning, the storm ceased, but there was still a hazy cloud of mist on the ceiling of the auditorium.

When Harry, Hermione, Zhang Qiu, and Astoria were having their breakfasts while studying their new curriculum for this semester, there was a thick cloud of blue and grey clouds rolling over their heads.

A few seats aside, Fred, George and Lee Jordan, a group of them, are discussing what magical magic to use to make them older, and they can fool through and compete in the Triwizard Tournament.

But they were afraid that their voices would be lower, and they could hear what they were saying in almost half the hall.

Hermione's finger slipped across the Monday column of the class schedule and said, "Herbal classes, with Hufflepuff's students, protection of magical biology classes, with Slytherin...no class in the afternoon..."

Zhang Qiu scooped a spoonful of honey onto her slice of bread, spread it evenly, and took a bite and said, "We have a magic potion class by Professor Snape in the morning and a metamorphosis class in the afternoon..."

...

Due to the heavy rain a few days ago, the vegetable field they passed by was wet, so take a step and sink.

Harry's herbal medicine class today is in the greenhouse #3. Professor Sprout today taught the whole class to a very ugly plant.

In fact, they are not like plants, but like dark, sticky big slugs, straight out of the soil. And each one is slightly creeping, and there are many shiny large bubbles on the body, which seem to be all liquid.

"Who knows what this is?" Professor Sprout asked.

Ron covered his nose, disgusted, and counted in disgust: "Who wants to know who knows."

Professor Sprout didn't look at him at all, but looked at the few people who were active in answering questions.

"Okay, Miss Granger..." Professor Sprout said.

Hermione lowered her hand and said, "The botanical name is Babo tuber."

"Correct, Gryffindor adds two more points."

Professor Sprout said: "Today our task is to learn its purpose and how to pick something useful in it."

"Did you see the many bulges on the stem? We need to squeeze them through our hands and collect the pus..."

"Provoking..." The girls from the two colleges took a step back and were frightened.

"Professor, can't you do it?" said a Hufflepuff girl~www.ltnovel.com~ No. Said Professor Sprout.

She smiled and said, "Don't be so disgusted, and you are not going to start directly. I have prepared dragon leather gloves for you. Remember to wear gloves, because the undiluted babo tuber pus is very corrosive. ."

"However, one kind of medicine made from the diluted babo tuber's juice is the best medicine for acne. It can make your skin blown and cracked, such as gelatin, powder makeup and jade. "

The girls' eyes lighted up, and there was no annoyance in their eyes, only hot love.

Hermione is no exception, even if she is already very beautiful.

"If you get this thing in the Muggle world, I'm afraid it will make all women crazy." Hermione said.

Professor Sprout said: "There used to be an ancient potion called "Restoring Beauty", which is based on the juice of the babo tuber, and its role is to allow the person who takes the potion to stay young for 18 years. It looks like a pity that this recipe disappeared forever as its master witch Saji disappeared."

The process of squeezing the babo tubers is disgusting, but the girls are satisfied one by one.

Whenever a bulge is squeezed, a large, viscous, greenish-yellow liquid is sprayed, and a pungent smell of gasoline is emitted.

They collected these liquids in bottles according to Professor Sprout's instruction. By the end of the get out of class, the students had collected several bottles.

Professor Sprout blocked the bottle with a stopper and said, "I will hand this material over to Mrs. Pomfrey. Around Halloween, each of you will get a vial of babo tuber potion."

"Okay." The beautiful witches jumped excitedly.

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