Rebirth: I am the strongest second generation of Harry Potter

Hector looked at the light strip in front of him and scratched his head, not very satisfied. The light strip didn't look so perfect, a little too hard, and the stretchability was not as good as what Hector had seen in his previous life.

It was not satisfactory, just barely usable.

"It will probably look like this, but it will be more flexible and much longer than this." Hector handed the light strip to Professor McGonagall, the master of Transfiguration, who carefully examined Hector's work.

"Excellent Transfiguration, it can be said that it was done perfectly, with only a little bit of the characteristics of the plate - insufficient magic should be the main reason," Professor McGonagall did not take long to clearly point out the problems that Hector encountered in Transfiguration.

"But this is really great for a first-year wizard. Many fourth-year students may not be able to perform such a delicate transformation."Professor McGonagall played with the light strip with a happy smile on her face.

"I don't remember teaching you this in class - Albus taught you that, didn't he?"

Hector nodded.

"I think Albus would be proud of you," said Professor McGonagall, looking delighted.

"Hector, please come to my office sometime after Christmas. I have something to tell you."

She looked around and at the light strip in her hand.

"It turns out that it looks like this and can glow. Muggle things are always full of whimsy, aren't they?"

Professor McGonagall tapped Hector's work with her wand, and the light strip continued to extend as if there was no end. The bulbs on the light strip became brighter, and they flickered, surrounding the decorated fir tree. Soon, under the command of Professor McGonagall, the entire light strip seemed to be integrated with the fir tree. There was no extra part, only Christmas trees with glowing fruits on every branch.

The decoration of the hall was almost done. Professor Flitwick thoughtfully added some snowflakes to the top of the tree to set off the atmosphere, and finally sprayed a series of golden bubbles with his wand. The faces of the little wizards coming and going were filled with joy, and the atmosphere of Christmas was getting stronger and stronger. Professor McGonagall said goodbye to the little wizard in front of her very kindly. She was very satisfied with this unexpected Christmas surprise.

"Merry Christmas, Professor McGonagall."Hector said, he was in a hurry to catch up with Harry and the others - the three little ones walked out of the hall after talking to Hagrid.

"Oh, Merry Christmas, Hector. Professor McGonagall looked even kinder. She smiled happily and waved to Hector as he walked away.

Fortunately, he was assigned to Gryffindor.���The professor thought so and felt happy.

Hector finally caught up with Harry and the others before they went up the stairs. The three of them were discussing the holiday and, of course, the new clue that Harry had been thinking about - Nicolas Flamel.

"It's such a pity that Hagrid just won't tell us who Nicolas Flamel is. How long will it take to find this name by flipping through the pages?"Ron complained about Hagrid's rare tight-lippedness, but Hermione, the team's brain trust, quickly came up with a solution.

"We don't need to turn the pages one by one, we still know a little about Nicolas Flamel."Hermione waved to Hector who came over, and Hector stood beside her

"Hagrid said that Nicolas Flamel knew Headmaster Dumbledore, so he must not be a prehistoric figure like Merlin. If that's the case, you can look at"Great Wizards of the 20th Century" and"A List of Famous Contemporary Magicians". If that doesn't work, there are also"Major Discoveries in Modern Magic" and"A Study of the Development of Modern Witchcraft". Be patient, you will always find it."

"We have all looked through it, Hermione, and there is no book with the name Nicolas Flamel on it," Harry rubbed his temple. It was close to Christmas these days, and Wood was very kind to give them a holiday, which finally gave him time to solve this problem that had been buried in his heart for a long time.

These days, Harry and Ron were very rare to spend the whole day in the library with Hector and Hermione. They originally thought that it would not take long to find Nicolas Flamel, but after Harry and Ron flipped through hundreds of books, they still did not see any clues about this name. The two reckless men looked at the library's amazing The size of the collection was too big to handle, so Harry finally gave up the idea of doing anything reckless and asked Hermione and Hector for help.

Harry had an impression of this name, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it. However, at least it showed that the owner of this name was not an unknown person, which gave him some confidence.

Hector had to say that Hermione's idea made sense, but Nicolas Flamel was too special. This respectable old man lived for 600 years. Hector didn't know which book recorded him, but he was sure that he was definitely not in the book"Great Wizards of the 20th Century".

"Then look for other books. If Harry has an impression of the name, he will definitely find it somewhere - just be more patient."

Hector was not very interested in this, but Hermione made a long list and wrote down all the books she thought were possible. She gave each of the three little wizards a copy and asked them to look for the books on the list one by one.

There is strength in numbers, this is what Hermione said, and Harry agreed with this.

"We need you, Hector. You don't want to see Snape steal the things before we find out what's hidden."

Harry's sincere look made Hector nod his head involuntarily. When he came to his senses, he had been dragged onto the pirate ship and couldn't help himself.

There was no way. Hector, who already knew the answer, could only follow Hermione like a tail, flipping through all kinds of books aimlessly.

A whole day of searching exhausted the three little wizards except Hermione. Harry even walked to the forbidden book area inadvertently, and flipped through those books that even Hector found a little creepy under the nose of the librarian Madam Pince.

Then Harry was driven out by Madam Pince with a feather duster without any explanation. As for Hector and the others, after Harry was driven out of the library, they naturally had no intention of staying in the library. The four little ones soon met in the corridor on the fourth floor.

"I'm so stupid," Harry patted his head in annoyance.

"Why don't you just find a reason? You were kicked out stupidly."

"I have a small question," Hector asked the three little wizards in front of him.

"Have you ever thought about asking Madam Pince? After all, she spent so much time in the library and read so many books. She should know about Nicolas Flamel."

"Don't be silly, Hector," Hector never expected that these words would come from Ron's mouth.

"Madam Pince will surely tell us, and she can also tell Snape. We can't take such a risk. If Snape knows what we are doing, everything will be over. I dare not think about what he can do."

Well, Hector almost forgot that the three people in front of him had already identified Snape as a villain and a thief. Madam Pince's biggest complaint suddenly became reasonable, but Hector was very upset by Ron's look at him as a fool. Being looked at by the second fool with the eyes of a fool would make anyone feel uncomfortable.

As for who the big fool is, it is of course our famous late hero Mr. Neville Longbottom.

However, the performance of the two is not much different now, and the competition for the big fool is still very fierce.

"But you have to keep searching while I'm away, okay?" Hermione seemed to have increased her attention on this matter. She was no less enthusiastic about finding out the name than Harry.

"If you find anything, please owl me. "

"You can also ask your parents, they may know the name, and they are absolutely safe."Ron asked a very unreliable question, which gave the petty Hector an opportunity.

"Don't be silly, Ron, Hermione's parents are dentists," Hector almost paraphrased what Ron had just said.

"But you are right about one thing, it is indeed very safe."

Hermione nodded, and this time it was Hector's turn to look at Ron as if he were a fool.

The Christmas holiday was here, and unfortunately, they still couldn't solve the problem before Hermione left school, so they could only hope for Harry and Ron who stayed at school. Hector and Hermione went to the train station together, and then followed Aberforth, who had been waiting there since early in the morning, in a carriage towards home.

Along the way, Aberforth kept teasing Hector, after all, he saw that his grandson didn't forget to have a heated conversation with Hermione on the way to the train station. When Hermione got on the train, Hector still seemed reluctant to leave, and waved his hands vigorously at the little witch who leaned out of the train. This made Aberforth feel very interesting.

Hermione also greeted Aberforth very politely, which made Aberforth have a very good impression of this polite and cute little witch, and he was quite satisfied with the vision of his grandson.

At least not like Albus, Aberforth thought to himself. If If Hector was clinging to Harry, Aberforth would have to break up the couple, at least a serious lesson in love values would be necessary for Hector.

As for the current situation, Aberforth was very satisfied. He felt that the sky, which had been gloomy for a week, suddenly became bright.

However, Hector, who was teased, felt that the way home was particularly long, and it was not at all like the short first day of school.

The carriage stopped at the door of the familiar Hog's Head Pub.

Aberforth insisted on helping Hector with his luggage. Hector really couldn't get rid of the old man, so he had to watch him carry the things in. Fortunately, the things were not very heavy, otherwise Hector would never let Aberforth help him.

The moment the door opened, the familiar greasy smell came to his face with the warm wind. Hector took a deep breath and was really happy. The familiar smell made him feel that his whole body was suddenly wrapped in a sense of security that came from nowhere, which was completely different from the feeling in Hogwarts.

"Welcome home, Hector.

The Hog's Head was still the same, without any special holiday decorations. The owner was not used to celebrating this holiday. Last year was the first time this small bar welcomed Christmas.

"I bought some decorations, which should have arrived yesterday. It snowed heavily last night, and the owl must have lost its way."As if to verify Aberforth's words, there was a knock on the window.

Hector reached into the drawer under the counter and skillfully grabbed a handful of nuts, then opened the window. There was indeed an owl outside the window, but it looked like the number of decorations would barely be enough to decorate a room.

"I don't think it will take that much," Aberforth scratched his head, watching as Hector handed the nut to the tired-looking owl and put it in to let it rest.

"Just decorate your room. I don't really like this holiday - it's too un-wizard."

Hector saw through Aberforth's excuse at a glance. His eyes were so evasive, and he didn't look like the vigorous and hot-tempered fighter at all.

Aberforth just didn't know how to spend this holiday that was supposed to be a family reunion. Before Hector's change, Aberforth hadn't seen his brother for a long time, even though they were each other's only relatives in the world.

Christmas without family is just an ordinary day in the cold and long winter.

However, since Hector is here, he must make changes.

The next day, Hector got up very early.

Aberforth was not in the bar.

Today was the day he went out to buy ingredients, which gave Hector the opportunity to renovate the house.

Hector took out his wand and performed Transfiguration on the fork on the table.

The fork soon turned into a fir tree.

A red star grew on the top of the fir tree, and fruits grew on the branches - those were not ordinary fruits, and each fruit emitted light of different colors.

They were like stars in the sky, twinkling and very beautiful.

The tree was not very big, and could be placed right in the center of the bar.

Hector waved his wand a few more times, and ribbons stretched out from the Christmas tree and connected to the ceiling.

Hector also learned the golden bubbles from Professor Flitwick, and he used them very easily, and selected a few that he thought were the most perfect and hung them on the branches of this not-so-big Christmas tree.

Almost dressed up Even after Hector left, Hector did not put down his work.

The welcoming carpet in front of the door had not been cleaned since Hector left, and Aberforth did not seem to have cleaned the stains on the table seriously, except for the one that Hector had been sitting on.

Aberforth deliberately wiped the table and the bench inside and out several times.

The cleanest place in the whole tavern is the room on the third floor.

Just like the day Hector left, except for the newly added bedding and the blazing fireplace, everything is in its original place, but without a speck of dust.

Hector was walking in the tavern, and at this time the housekeeping magic he had learned in his spare time came in handy.

Hector carefully cleaned the carpet that was so dirty that the original pattern could not be seen, and carefully wiped all the carpets in the tavern.

Some tables also had chairs.

To add some festive atmosphere, Hector also painted the corners of the tablecloth red.

The dusty windows finally became bright again, and were decorated with a few ribbons.

Hector also used magic to change the hideous pig head at the door into a funny red hat.

The tavern suddenly became warm, and Hector was very satisfied. He also planned to go to Aberforth's room to take a look.

Hector pushed open the door and saw a big calendar hanging on the wall of Aberforth's room. He took a closer look and saw that it was full of scribbled crosses and two dates circled in red pen.

One was the day Hector returned home, and the other had a few words written crookedly. Hector carefully identified it,

Christmas, Hector's holiday.