Rebirth of the Harry Potter

The fourth day of the Easter holiday.

　　 early morning.

　　 Since it was rainy, warm lights were lit in the living room.

　　 Hermione sat at the desk, reading hard.

　　 She felt that she hadn't studied well these few days, and she was a little degenerate, which was all to blame for Harry.

　　 She must not be affected by anything today, Hermione clenched her fist and made up her mind.

　　 "Hermione, get up so early." Harry came out of the bedroom and said with a smile.

　　 "If you didn't drag me to read a brochure yesterday, and it delayed me another night, I wouldn't have to get up so early." Hermione curled her lips.

　　 "Anyway, others have to spend time looking at those things. Let's watch them together. Compared with others, we save a lot of time." Harry said.

　　 "Sophistry," Hermione said.

　　 But thinking about it this way, I feel much more relaxed. Since everyone wants to watch it, then I won't be a waste of time, hehe.

　　 But she still said, "Then you watched so much, did you choose the job you want to do in the future?"

　　 Harry was silent and shook his head: "No."

　　Hermione willow eyebrows raised: "You didn't really watch it, you were just playing, so it seems that I was wasting time by you."

　　 "Harry, what's the matter with you..." She didn't wait until Harry gagged and sneered as usual, but saw Harry frowning, as if he was worried, Hermione couldn't help asking.

　　 Harry sighed, walked around behind Hermione, smiled and said, "Did you say I am suffering from depression?"

　　 Harry said as he stretched out his arms around Hermione's neck, put her close to him, and put her in his chest. His right hand fingers crossed Hermione's beautiful neck, his attitude was extremely affectionate, but his eyes were a little diffuse.

　　Hermione rolled her eyes: "I have never seen a depression patient with such energetic energy as you."

　　 Harry smiled softly.

　　 "Harry, what's the matter with you." Hermione turned her head and looked at Harry seriously.

"What's wrong with me?"

　　 "I think there is a problem with your mental state."

"Maybe." Harry said in a leisurely tone. "Others should be excited when they see those brochures. You can't sleep all night, because that is the future, but I, hehe... I suddenly found out that I am right about the future. At a loss, what should I do now? What should I do after I leave Hogwarts? Just live like this every day, and the world turns over and over like that. It doesn't feel meaningful at all."

　　 "But I am less than twenty now, why do I start thinking about the philosophical question of'Why do people live?'?"

　　 "Did you know that when I first knew that Nico Lemay gave up his life and was willing to die, I didn't understand what he was thinking, isn't it good to be alive?" Harry sighed deeply.

　　 "He used the Philosopher's Stone to live for more than 600 years, but how long can we live? I am afraid it will be a very long time."

"After I got the Philosopher’s Stone, I didn’t give it to Dumbledore, but Dumbledore didn’t ask me for it. He never even mentioned it again. He knew that the Philosopher’s Stone was in my hand, but he didn’t care. This is an alchemy stone that is said to make people immortal."

　　 Harry laughed at himself: "Did you say I was hypocritical?"

　　 "Good point, suddenly thought about this kind of problem."

"Do I have to be born as a dumb gun, three years of magic power has not increased, I was ridiculed, my fiancee divorced, or a bone in my body was plucked away-not a sponge. After all kinds of ridicule, desperate struggle for decades, I ended up with it. The number one power in the magic world, and then I feel that life is happy?"

　　 "Do you think I am guilty? Too much lack of social beatings."

　　 Hermione clutched Harry's hand tightly. She had never seen Harry like this before, and she was a little... at a loss.

　　 Hermione condensed her eyebrows and smiled suddenly: "I probably understand the reason why your psychology is so troubled, and there is a solution, don't you believe it?"

　　 Harry returned to his senses, staring at Hermione with emerald green eyes, and a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Let's listen."

try{mad1(\'gad2\');}catch(ex){}　　 "It's actually very simple." Hermione didn't sell it, and said, "No matter what happens in the future, now, you only need to find one thing to do , There is a goal."

　　 "That's it?" Harry waited for a moment, but didn't wait until the next step, with a puzzled expression.

　　 "Well, success or failure, you will know if you try." Hermione looked extremely confident.

　　 "But, what am I going to set?" Harry frowned and asked.

　　 Hermione turned her head to look around, her eyes thought, clapping her hands one last time, and said happily, "Yes, Auror."

　　 "Auror?"

　　 "Yes, you should complete it as your top priority."

　　 "Oh—" Harry was absent-minded.

　　 "Now, let's discuss how to be an Auror." Hermione said sternly.

　　 Harry nodded slowly.

"If you want to join the Auror, it must be very simple, Minister Dumbledore, Mad Eye Moody will be eager to agree to you. But we don't do that, we follow the normal route, otherwise it will be meaningless. "

　　 Hermione showed a calm smile, and guided: "So first of all, you need to have the best grades."

"Ok."

　　 "As far as I know, Aurors are required to have at least four certificates, and the grades must not be lower than'E', and the three grades are "O"."

　　 "Besides, you have to be prepared to undergo a series of rigorous personality and intelligence tests in the Auror office. The issue I watched not long ago mentioned that no new Auror has been hired for three consecutive years."

　　 "St. Mungo’s Magic Hospital recruits therapists and requires professionals, while the Auror wants to be an all-rounder, and all kinds of useful magic must be studied."

"For example, transfiguration, because Aurors often need to change their appearance or maintain their appearance at work. There is also spells. There are no useless spells, only useless wizards. There are also potions... making potions and antidotes is proud. The necessary knowledge for Luo, Professor Snape must be very happy. This course is a level you must pass on the road to becoming an Auror." A smirk passed across Hermione's face.

　　 "Of course, there is also Defense Against the Dark Arts, which is indispensable. It must not be forgotten that the Auror is always dealing with danger."

　　 Harry opened his mouth, but before he could speak, Hermione reached out and covered his lips.

　　 "I know you want to say that you are great now, but you can become stronger, can't you? To move you towards the Auror does not really make you an Auror. The result is not important, the process is important."

　　 "I see." Harry blinked and was about to bite Hermione's finger quietly, but she had already retracted her hand.

"I suddenly remembered something else. The Auror has to undergo three years of training to observe whether the wizards show good responsiveness when under pressure, as well as perseverance, unity, and dedication. But, in Prior to this, the Ministry of Magic will first review the files of wizards who have applied to become Aurors to see their illegal records. If this fails, then there will be no success."

　　 Harry murmured: "Then the history in my browser should be deleted, no, let's smash the hard drive."

　　Hermione gave Harry a blank look, and said, "Nonsense."

　　 "It's that you were interrogated by the Wizarding Martial Court. This is an illegal record."

　　 "But the accusations were all dropped in the end," Harry said.

　　 "Recordable exists."

　　 "But it doesn't matter, as long as the Minister of Magic speaks, this kind of strict or lax review will definitely not affect you." Hermione turned to smile.

　　 "You really arranged me clearly." Harry squinted and smiled lightly, his eyes were so clear that he never saw the confusion just now.

　　 "According to you, it seems that I am going to have a good relationship with the Minister of Magic." Harry's certain nature began to recover, saying meaningfully.

　　Hermione didn't perceive the danger at all: "Do you still use a special relationship? Dumbledore will definitely not embarrass you about this little thing."

try{mad1(\'gad2\');}catch(ex){}　　 "I didn't talk about him, I talked about you..." Harry said softly, like a lover's whisper.

　　Hermione was sitting in the armchair, and Harry was standing behind her with his hands on her shoulders.

　　 At this time, as the voice fell, Harry's hands had leaned into Hermione's clothes flexibly.

　　 Hermione is so angry, can she still chat well?

　　 But the body, which was already Harry's shape, had no resistance to the familiar twisting of Harry's familiar palms. She immediately slumped, with the peach-faced chair leaning against Harry's chest.

　　 "Harry, what are you doing." Hermione turned her head and raised her eyebrows as if accusing her, but she didn't even know how moist her eyes were.

　　 Harry was condescending, his lips pressed against Hermione's side face, and he whispered, "It will take years to become an Auror. Maybe you will be the Minister of Magic by then, so I'll please you in advance."

　　 "How could it be... uh..." Hermione opened her red lips and panted lightly. Although her head was a little confused, she immediately retorted that she would become Minister of Magic.

　　 "How can it be impossible." Harry began to kiss the corner of Hermione's eyes, flushed cheeks, white and plump neck, and tender chin.

　　 "Um...huh..." Hermione's head was empty, and she looked at the ceiling blankly.

　　 "You are a member of the Ministry of Magic. You become the head of the editorial department in one year, the head of the propaganda department in two years, and the head of the department in three years. That is not enough."

　　 Hearing what Harry said was funny, Hermione couldn't help smiling.

　　 Harry had kissed Hermione’s wet lips, Hermione’s lilac uvula was like a crystal clear red bead in her mouth, which was fun to tease.

　　 "Hermione, thank you..." Harry teased, looking at Hermione deeply, speaking slurredly.

　　 Hermione closed her eyes.

　　 Harry hugged Hermione and whispered: "Minister Hermione, I think, here, please please..."

　　 Hermione missed a beat, shook her head lightly, and whispered: "No, don't be here, they are going to wake up..."

　　 Harry didn't give Hermione a chance to resist ~www.NovelMTL.com~ and waved his hand, the magic book and notes that Hermione regarded as precious on the table were blown to the ground by a gust of wind.

　　 Harry gently put Hermione on the table and unbuttoned their shirts...

　　 "Hey..." Hermione's white tender neck stretched out and she sang loudly.

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　　 squeak.

　　 Zhang Qiu opened the door and came out.

　　 Seeing this scene at the desk made her stunned, almost forgetting to breathe.

　　 Hermione was lying on her side by the desk, her white body was so dazzling, one of her legs was raised so much by Harry...

　　The key point was clearly seen by her.

　　 A clear stream flooded, dripping from a corner of the smooth table, along the legs of the table, soaking the carpet.

　　 Hermione's eyes met Zhang Qiu.

　　 Her face turned red and could bleed. While groaning, she pleaded with a crying voice: "Quick...stop, Zhang Qiu..."

　　 When Harry looked up.

　　 Zhang Qiu had already returned to the bedroom abruptly, closed the door tightly, his heart beating wildly.

　　 Astoria hadn't woken up yet, she said in a daze, "Sister Zhang Qiu, why are you back again?"

　　 Zhang Qiu slipped back to the bed, hugged Astoria tightly, and said in a panic: "It's okay, it's dangerous outside. We are safe under the covers."

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living room.

　　 Harry didn't stop.

　　 Hermione burst into tears from the corners of her eyes, and said ashamed: "Woo, I have no face to see Zhang Qiu, you **** bastard, I blame you, I look like this, Zhang Qiu saw all..."

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