Rebirth of the Harry Potter

Early in the morning, the sky was gray, but the rain that had fallen all day and night yesterday has stopped.

Harry opened his eyes and saw that he and Astoria were firmly joined together, wishing to knead them together.

Astoria has always had the habit of treating Harry as a pillow larger than hers. Harry arbitrarily separated Astoria's jade legs with his right leg, sandwiched between them, and something naturally awakened. There is no way, who makes the morning energy too vigorous.

Harry put a hand on Astoria's puffy chest, and it seemed that even in a dream, Harry had already put his hand in its most correct position.

Harry calmly lifted his hands away, pulled his legs out, put on his clothes, and walked to the window.

Astoria frowned slightly, although she was not awake, she felt something was missing.

Harry gently pushed the window open, and the view of Hogwarts was in sight.

The surface of the Black Lake seemed to be a cloud of white cold mist, wrapping around the edge of the lake. On the leaves of the surrounding plants, I don't know whether it was the rain from last night or the cold dew formed in the morning. In the endless forbidden forest in the distance, unknown birds got up early to prey. They flew on the branches of the 30-meter-high branches and sang crisply, making this magical castle full of life.

A wisp of cool breeze flew into the bedroom with the fresh fragrance of vegetation and soil after the rain.

"Hmm..." A soft nose sounded.

Harry closed the window and looked back at Astoria. Feeling the coolness, Astoria, who was still lying in the warm bed, couldn't help groaning dissatisfied in his sleep.

She curled up and shrank under the quilt like a kitten, showing only a cute little head. The blonde hair like pure gold was spread on the pillow, and a blush appeared on her cheeky face, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, her rosy lips curled up slightly to form two dimples, as if she had had a dream .

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Today Harry and the others did not have breakfast in their cabin, and Helena did not prepare either.

Because the curriculum for this semester will be handed out in the auditorium this morning.

Harry just walked into the auditorium and couldn't help but look at the staff desk as soon as he entered the door, because Hagrid was so attractive. He was chatting with the astronomy teacher Professor Sinista. His voice was not only loud, but also when he spoke. Like gestures. Some students couldn't help but worry that Hagrid would accidentally hit Professor Sinista.

This is not a joke, Hagrid's stout arms are wider than Professor Sinista's body.

Someone glanced at the enchanted ceiling and said uncomfortably, "Today is a rainy day."

Harry walked towards the Gryffindor table, Hermione and Astoria sat on either side of Harry.

A tall, dark-skinned girl with long braids was walking around the Gryffindor table. She moved from one end of the table to the other, as if to communicate with everyone she wanted.

"Hello, Angelina," a boy said.

"Hello, Sommere." Angelina said briskly: "How was your summer vacation?"

Without waiting for an answer, she went on to say: "You know, I was selected as the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team."

"Congratulations." Sommery grinned at her: "That long-winded Wood has finally left. This is a good thing."

Angelina said: "Ah, yes, Oliver is gone, we need a new goalkeeper. The selection will be held at five o'clock on Friday afternoon, are you interested?"

"Wow," Sommery said.

Angelina smiled at him and walked away, and then found another boy with the same conversation.

"I remember, the guy named Wood graduated last year, right." Hermione dragged a plate of bread and butter to her front and said flatly, "I don't know what will happen to Gryffindor's Quidditch team. influences."

Harry rolled the fried and tender bacon into a roll and stuffed it into his mouth, whimpering and saying: "I don't pay much attention to it. Anyway, people leave the team every year, and fresh blood is added. The strength of the four colleges has always been You come to me, no one has always won the championship, and no academy team has been hanged."

Whoosh whoosh.

Wow, wow, wow.

Hundreds of owls flew in from a window at the highest point, and they fell randomly across the auditorium, throwing letters and packages to their owners, and at the same time splashing drops of water on the heads of those eating breakfast.

Apparently when they started eating, it started to rain again.

A barn owl with a wet "Daily Prophet" in its mouth swooped down and smashed the newspaper into the orange juice in front of Hermione. Hermione screamed and hurriedly stood up to lift up the poured glass.

"These owls, the service is terrible, you must give a bad review." Harry frowned.

"No way, you can count on how smart an owl is. It has been hundreds of years since wizards used owls to deliver messages, not always." Hermione said.

"What do you order this newspaper for? Although the content of the newspaper is more normal than before, you don't need to read it all the time, right?"

Hermione said triumphantly: "Did you forget, I'm a reporter from the Daily Prophet, and I became a regular in the next semester of the fourth grade. Last year, I provided a lot of first-hand information on the Goblet of Fire competition."

Hermione had just put a Nat in the small leather purse on the owl's feet, and the owl flapped its wings and flew away. George and Fred ran over excitedly.

They sat across from Harry, looking left and right, as if they were about to do something shameful.

"Did you... shake your head?" Harry asked.

"...No." Fred was speechless.

"Our thing is about to succeed, only the last step is left, it must be encrypted, so that others can copy it after they get it." George said excitedly.

"What is it?" Harry said.

Fred opened his eyes wide: "You forgot, a problem you asked us to solve. We have spent all our time on this, and the final product will be out in October."

"Oh, I remember." Harry suddenly realized.

"Wait for our good news." George and Fred left with a grin.

Astoria finished breakfast, she asked curiously, "Brother, what are they talking about?"

Hermione was no exception, looking straight at Harry.

Harry said, "Well...a epoch-making invention. I can only say that the age of owls is over~www.NovelMTL.com~ The wizards in the future can only think about the previous scenes of using owls to deliver letters from the book. In fact, they I don’t know exactly what the result of this is. We will all know when the time comes."

"I didn't expect it." Harry's expression was complicated: "I was actually just an idea, giving them a goal. I didn't expect the brothers to really research it out."

At this time, Principal McGonagall distributed the timetable one by one along the table.

Hermione looked at the form in her hand expectantly: "Today's class, two potions class, arithmetic divination class, and two defense against the dark arts class."

Harry looked at Hermione’s class schedule, and then at Astoria’s class schedule: "The history of magic, it seems that everyone is the same. Tuesday and Friday, right, the parentheses also say public classes, classrooms --hall."

Astoria looked around the huge auditorium: "Are we going to have classes here?"

Hermione said, "Apart from this, there is no other place to hold eight or nine hundred people."

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