Rebirth of the Harry Potter

"Harry Potter Reborn"

Ultimately, Astoria doesn't have multiple sisters either.

Because Harry caught her back, he was really worried that Astoria would say something shocking when he ran over.

Then he held Astoria's slender waist and let her dance in the air.

"Not ladylike enough," Harry said.

Astoria calmed down and quietly hung on Harry's arm, but said in her mouth: "You are objectifying a beautiful girl like me."

When Harry left, he didn't forget to hold Hermione by his right hand.

Compared with Astoria, he was actually more worried about Hermione. Hermione had always been very assertive, and it would be very unpleasant if her ideas were not realized.

Maybe it will do something even more outrageous than Astoria.

Although he didn't know what was wrong with Hermione, she suddenly fell in love with Ginny, but this was causing him trouble.

Is this what the song is about...Love and hate are in an instant~~

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Go back to Harry's cabin.

Astoria stared at Felicia Potion for a long time, but still couldn't resist the temptation of this legendary potion that can make people lucky.

She opened the bottle and drank most of the remaining bottle in one gulp.

Several people in the room, Harry, Hermione, and Zhang Qiu couldn't help looking at Astoria.

I want to see what magical effect this drug will have on Astoria.

But after waiting for a while, nothing special happened.

Anyway, the last time Harry drank a sip of Felicia, he accidentally broke into the bathroom and watched a beautiful woman take a bath, feeling relieved.

"Why is there no response?" Astoria, who was originally in high spirits, suddenly froze.

Zhang Qiu tilted his head: "Perhaps, it's because the potion has been opened for 24 hours and has expired?"

Harry had an unstoppable expression on his face: "Zhang Qiu, don't do this, it's not your style."

"I understand what's going on." Astoria racked her brains for a while, then suddenly jumped up with high spirits, and she said proudly, "Hmph, it must be that Ginny secretly drank Fuling before the game." Potion, then added a potion that looked similar to it, and then scolded Harry righteously after her game, so that none of us would think that she was taking drugs..."

"It's really treacherous."

Hermione rolled her eyes, and Harry shook his head and sighed.

Zhang Qiu pursed his lips and chuckled lightly when he heard these words.

Astoria was joking, of course, because she and Ginny were on good terms.

Harry rubbed Astoria's blond hair, and after thinking for a while, a bright light flashed across his eyes, revealing the expression of a primary school student who sees through everything, ordinary and confident: "Maybe, I'm by your side, isn't it just Your greatest luck?"

"Ha ha…"

This small but warm room always ends a conversation with such a happy (dou) happy (bi) atmosphere.

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Today is another sunny day.

The castle grounds glistened in the sun as if they had just been painted.

The clear sky was reflected on the sparkling calm lake, and the satin-smooth green grass occasionally rippled in the gentle breeze.

Under a beech tree by the lake.

The tree was thick and tall, and Harry lay in the lush grass, the lush leaves from the branches propping up a sky above his head.

The sun was dappled, reflecting on his face.

As the breeze blew, the branches trembled slightly, the leaves rustled, and the shadows and spots of light on Harry's face began to swim.

Harry's upper body was leaning somewhere, and the summer magic robe was blown by the wind like a butterfly's wings, setting him off elegantly and noblely.

He held the book in his left hand high in front of his eyes, blocking the glare of the sun, feeling the touch of the breeze on his face, and said leisurely: "The wind is very noisy today."

"Uh...Harry, my legs are a little numb, can you...get up first?" A soft voice rang in Harry's ear.

The owner of the voice looked around guiltily, as if she was doing a thief, lest someone would see her like this.

"It's a shame, why do you say such things! And..."

"Liar!" Harry continued coldly.

"You are obviously just a mere ghost! How could you have the feeling of "numb legs" that only flesh and blood can feel?"

The weak voice was speechless for a while, and then said weakly: "Just now, I saw Professor Binns passing by."

"So what?" Harry said indifferently.

"But what if other students come here too, and it won't be good if other students see us..." Ghost trembled, "I'm their professor of the history of magic."

"As a student, wouldn't it be reasonable for me to stay with Professor Helena and ask Professor Helena for knowledge on the history of magic?" Harlem fully acted as a good student who loves to learn.

Helena whispered: "But the book you're holding is clearly "Black Magic Worse Than the Soul-Splitting Curse—Soul Stripping"..."

"Ahem..." Harry flipped his hand, and the book with the black cover just now disappeared, and quickly turned into another book "The Fog in the Goblin War".

"Then you insist on lying on my lap, isn't it wrong?" Helena asked shyly.

"But what do I like to do?" Harry turned over, sliding his palms on Helena's slender thighs, cool and slippery, and said with a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth. (Haha~www.readwn.com~This evil laugh kills me.)

Helena's transparent and milky white body trembled slightly, and then turned pink.

Harry's evil hand would not stop.

Helena lowered her head slightly, her beautiful wavy hair covered her face, her shoulders twitched slightly, a few crystal drops of water slid down her face, dripped onto Harry's face, and merged into her skirt.

She was suppressing something, her voice was sobbing, and she whispered, "Harry, don't put your hands in..."

"What's the matter with you, Teacher Helena, are you feeling unwell?" Harry turned over, his eyes pure and concerned.

As if he really didn't know anything.

"It's nothing." Helena choked, and quickly put down the skirt that had been pushed up to her thighs, and patted it again.

He was always like this, teasing her maliciously, but only a little bit, Helena felt resentful in her heart.

But what can I do.

He is the living, she is the dead.

This is the people of two worlds.

The story about the oriental scholar and the female ghost that Harry told her must be hinting at her not to think about what she shouldn't.

Humans and ghosts have different paths.

If Harry knew what Helena was thinking at this moment, he would definitely be aggrieved, because his original intention was to encourage a certain silly ghost to bravely pursue his love~~

Of course, the object of love cannot exceed the scope of his designation.

Seeing that Helena suddenly entered a state of self-pitying literary and artistic young women.

Harry decisively diverted Helena's attention.

"Dear professor, the student wants to ask you for a piece of knowledge." There was an expression of admiration on his face.

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