Rebirth of the Harry Potter

Harry didn't let Hermione go so easily.

He is the "victim", okay?

Why does it seem like he made a lot of money (?ω?)

Harry had to say a few words about such an unfair notion.

Harry said with righteous indignation: "Hearing your words, I trembled with anger. My whole body was sweating in the hot weather and my hands and feet were cold. Can this magical society get better? How can we boys live before you are satisfied? Tears are not enough. The spirit is flowing down, the entire magic world is full of oppression against male wizards, when will male wizards really stand up!"

Hermione: "(⊙_⊙)?"

Astoria tugged on Harry's sleeve and said puzzledly, "Brother, isn't it very cold now? How do you say it's hot?"

"Oh, yes, I made a slip of the tongue, thank you Astoria for reminding me."

"It should be changed to sweating all over the body in the cold weather." Harry followed suit.

...

Friday, October 29th.

Snow.

heavy snow.

At ten o'clock in the morning, small snowflakes began to float, but within a few minutes, the snow became stronger.

There was a vast expanse of whiteness between the sky and the earth, snowflakes were falling from the sky one after another, people's faces could not be discerned a few meters away, it was like a white tent was pulled up all around, and the earth immediately became covered in white.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, the snow became smaller and became small pieces, floating in the air.

On the Hogwarts campus, the towers were already covered with thick snow.

The next day, it was daylight, and through the glass window, Harry saw another foot of snow on the ground, probably another one from last night.

Harry rubbed his sleepy eyes and thought: let's go play in the snow today.

Harry threw back the covers, put on a long fluffy hat, got out of bed, put on a set of children's cotton wool pajamas with Mickey Mouse on it, and started to wash.

When I looked in the mirror and saw Mickey Mouse laughing, I couldn't help muttering: "I don't know which employee bought me this kind of pajamas. It doesn't reflect my handsomeness at all. I have to deduct her bonus."

This is a stone house.

Not a Gryffindor dormitory.

Some time ago, Harry moved out of his dorm, saying goodbye to a few of his roommates.

Ron Weasley, Dean Thomas, Simon Finnigan, they have a bad relationship with Harry, and they wish Harry could move away quickly.

Harry was such a dorm bully.

As soon as Harry entered the dormitory, they didn't even dare to talk loudly.

The little Jiujiu who isolated Harry in their hearts just happened to make Harry very fond of it, and it was quiet.

Later, Harry thought, in this case, it might as well not live in the dormitory at all.

It is only comfortable to have a house of your own, where you can do whatever you want and be free.

Fortunately, this is Hogwarts, there was no dormitory teacher to make rounds, and no one knew about Harry moving out of the dormitory.

Only Neville Longbottom showed any reluctance for Harry when he moved out.

The place to live, of course, is Hogwarts.

We were looking for in room of responsiveness.

It would be a waste to leave such a convenient resource unused.

So Harry walks three times in front of the tapestry of Barnabas playing silly with a troll stick on the eighth floor of Hogwarts Castle.

What I think in my heart is: I want a room dedicated to Harry Potter, clean, tidy, and comfortable, with the warmth of home and the comfort of a hotel. The bed should be Simmons, and the quilt should be rich Anna. The wardrobe needs Lin Pinru, and the girlfriend needs the same style as XX... Bah, I was wrong, forget about the girlfriend, ignore it, ignore it, the room needs to be carpeted, pure velvet must be worth at least tens of millions of dollars, and the chandelier in the room Give me a Panasonic...

Following Harry's request to omit 10,000 words,

Lest readers say that the author's word count is too low.

When Harry finished making his wish, there was no response for a long time on the opposite wall.

Just when Harry wondered whether the processing performance of the CPU in the Room of Requirement was not enough, the wall shook and shook, and a door slowly appeared.

It was a ~magical door, glowing with golden light. (How many people sang along?)

This is the legendary luminous house.

Liu Maoxing (mao) said: "A house that does not shine with golden light is not a good house."

Harry opened the door, and the interior decoration was extravagant and luxurious.

And there are still three bedrooms and one living room, tsk tsk, the kitchen and bathroom are all equipped, and the fireplace is burning, making the room feel warm.

The glass windows are well lit, overlooking most of the campus.

Harry didn't even care about putting his own belongings away. Dang even nestled on a soft sofa, thinking angrily: If I had known it was so comfortable, I should have lived here when I was in first grade.

If the magician who created the Room of Requirement saw Harry making full use of the Room of Requirement, he would probably sigh: Xiu Er, you stand here, and I will pull up an orange tree for you...

It is worth mentioning that when Harry moved here, he sent an invitation to Hermione and Zhang Qiu: "Are you there? Do you want to sleep in the same house with me?"

Hermione threw the book on Harry's head angrily.

Zhang Qiu was slightly surprised, and then looked at Harry with a smile... Half an hour later, Harry lost.

Because his eyes are too dry.

No matter how high the magic is, it is afraid of dry eyes.

But he was curious about how Zhang Qiu did it, and looked at him without blinking for half an hour.

Zhang Qiu said with a smile: "I was just experimenting with a small magic... a magic that can make people not blink for a long time, and you came here." (Note: I didn't write this paragraph before, forget it.)

Harry: "..."

So in the end, the only cat that accompanied Harry was Cutie.

What a lonely boy, sad...

...

After washing up, although it was much brighter outside, Harry knew that it was only because of the reflection of the white snow. At this point, and it was Sunday again, most of the Hogwarts students were probably still hiding in warm blankets , did not wake up.

Harry loves learning, reading is the one thing he does most, and he also covers a wide range of subjects and reads everything.

So there was a desk on one side of the fireplace where the fire kept burning.

Warm fires radiate heat, and overhead lights sprinkle the room.

Harry spread out his book and studied hard.

What he was reading today wasn't black magic, but a comic called "Guidelines for Evaluation of Custom Girls in Another World". Who knows how the Room of Requirement put this kind of book on the shelf that Harry requested.

Harry was innocent anyway.

...

Harry's bedroom.

The cutie poked her head out from under Harry's quilt, clenched her paws into fists, licked it, and rubbed her head.

Then jumping out of bed, she was looking for her master.

The little cutie walked gracefully on the white carpet and jumped onto Harry's desk.

Then on the table, curled up again, against Harry's palm.

Harry started picking up the cat without any hassle.

Looking at it, Harry frowned, and gently picked up the little cutie's ears.

The cutie looked at Harry blankly: "Meow...meow?" (Tenth level cat language translation: master, what's the matter?)

Harry pointed to the cutie's head, then pointed to the orc mother in the book, and said, "Change it for me!"

The cutie glanced at the book, stood up, walked over, and pressed a long white cat's leg on the book, blocking Harry's view.

She looked at Harry with tears in her eyes: "Meow... Meow..." (Tenth-level cat language translation: Master, don't read these books anymore, you have gone crazy, I can't become a girl with cat ears of……)

Harry held the cutie in his arms, brushed her hair from the top of her head down her back, and sighed sadly: "Hey... life is not going well, nine out of ten..."

...

Note: The Room of Requirement is too buggy, it is a universe.

It can be compared with Doraemon's if phone booth.

The story of using the Room of Requirement in the original book is simply ridiculous. Harry just wanted a place to practice magic, and Voldemort wanted a place to hide things...

God lol.

Such a destructive tool turned out to be soy sauce.

Voldemort can think about it: I want a house with an artifact that can instantly rule the wizarding world. This is not enough.

Go in and take a look, equip the gloves with five infinity gems.

(￣▽￣)

The Room of Requirement is such a huge loophole that it cannot be written in detail.

Otherwise, Harry makes a wish: I hope there is a room with a treasure in it, which can make the author explode ten thousand chapters. .

The book will be finished tomorrow.

(=?ω?=)