Rebirth of the Harry Potter

It was still dark.

Harry's bedroom.

Harry opened his eyes as usual, and he immediately noticed something strange.

He touched his lips, which were a little moist.

The little cutie squatted between the two pillows, looking at Harry with those calming water-blue eyes: "Meow~~"

He ran up to Harry with joy on his face, and licked Harry's face.

Harry gently hugged Astoria away from his arms again, then hugged the cutie, and warned, "No, you won't be able to kiss me until you become a cat-eared girl, you know?"

The little cutie drooped her ears: "Meow... Meow..."

When Harry stood in front of the mirror and brushed his teeth, the cutie and petite body stood on Harry's head and shoulders, taking light steps and jumping around.

As for the other person on the bed, Astoria hid under the quilt, quietly showing a smug smile: "Hee hee, I didn't notice this, brother is too stupid..."

...

Harry was always on time.

So when he got up, he looked at the clock hanging on the wall, and it was ten minutes before it was six o'clock.

At this time, it was pitch black outside. It was originally very late this month, and today's rainy weather was added.

It was almost no different from the darkness at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, without any glimmer of light.

Harry removed the silence magic from the room.

A chaotic and calming sound came: the thunder billowed overhead, the howling wind hit the walls of Hogwarts Castle, and occasionally the tall trees in the Forbidden Forest were broken by the wind. sound.

The rain is like a blender, it drips down, on the glass, on the wall, on the ground, all the sounds are integrated into it, playing a beautiful natural music.

Harry started reading, and there was another cup of never-ending, always-warm, fragrant tea on the table.

After he was mentally invested.

don't know when,

A cool wind woke him up, blowing the back of his neck like a bucket of ice water.

The thought of the glass being blown away by the wind flashed across Harry's mind.

But he immediately got rid of this thought, because the glass is protected by magic.

Harry turned his head to see Helena, the Ravenclaw ghost, floating behind him.

She looked at the book in Harry's hand without blinking, her eyes were a little loose, her legs under the classic dress were tightly clamped, twisting, her two fists were tightly clenched, and then loosened, as if Nowhere to put.

This is all done unconsciously.

And the cool wind behind Harry's neck was because Helena lost control of her breath and exhaled on Harry.

She's a ghost, and of course she's out of heat.

As for why Helena looks like this, of course it is because——

Harry closed a comic book that the Room of Requirement conjured up for him, and saw "Fate の Sky" printed on the exquisite cover.

Helena let out a long breath, returning her mind to her place.

She finally recovered from the "magic book".

But those images just now were deeply etched in her mind, and she couldn't get rid of them.

She stammered and said, "You...how can you read this kind of book..."

Harry picked out his ears, and said nonchalantly, "Even if you are a ghost, you can't go through walls and break into other people's houses." (Snape: "???")

As expected, Helena was diverted from the topic, but what she said was not pleasant.

She lowered her head and fell into grief.

"I... am a little... scared, because I was killed in such weather..."

"Oh..." Harry replied flatly, "Do you want me to kill the bloody Barrow for you? I mean let his soul disappear completely."

Helena was taken aback, quickly waved her hands, and hurriedly said, "No, no..."

"So you like him." Harry said without changing his tone.

"Of course not!" Helena reacted a little fiercely, and then felt as if she was trying to clarify something, and said in a lighter tone: "After all, he is my friend, a friend I have known for many years."

Helena gave Harry a suspicious look, and said, "Just now, were you angry? At least a little bit?"

Harry sneered: "I'm so angry."

"Oh..." Helena was a little disappointed.

Helena still thought of more important things, she said angrily: "You read such black magic books, you are still a student."

Harry cracked.

This is not pure well, this is stupid!

Children, do you have a lot of question marks?

Harry said, "What did you say?"

He pointed to the supreme treasure tome about the family relationship between brothers and sisters, stared and asked, "You say this is black magic?"

Helena looked unnatural, but said firmly, "It must be black magic."

"And it's a book that records advanced black magic... because I was almost sucked into the book just now. A book that can have an effect on ghosts must have a powerful curse." Helena explained very clearly.

Harry really wanted to say, 'That's just your pure lust', but after thinking about explaining it clearly to her, with Helena's character, maybe he really wanted to commit suicide in embarrassment. ''

Harry had no choice but to nod: "You say so."

"One thing," Harry thought of what he was going to say just now: "Don't stand behind me quietly in the future, you know it's scary, what if I accidentally purify you."

What the hell! What the hell.

In the early morning, I actually read a little h book with a female ghost.

This is really... so exciting.

"One more time, and I'll... rip your ass apart," Harry threatened.

"Huh..." Helena put her hands on her hips and snorted arrogantly.

Harry asked: "How do you ghosts usually rest? Even if you are afraid, there is no need to come to me."

Helena said: "We seldom rest. At night, we would wander around the castle, or get stuck inside the walls, or stay in some abandoned classrooms..."

"Stop, stop, stop..." Harry hurriedly stopped Helena from continuing.

Is this the world of ghosts?

It's too bad.

Harry took Helena's hand and broke into a bedroom.

Sitting her on the edge of the bed.

"You'll sleep here from now on, do you hear me?" Harry ordered.

Helena froze, she opened her mouth...

Harry said: "Tell you, don't push yourself too hard, don't ask me to sleep in the same bed with me, I don't want to hug an ice bump every day."

Helena: "..."

Helena sat on the soft quilt and looked at Harry complicatedly: "I'm a ghost, do you know that, I don't belong to the yang world, not the underworld."

Harry said: "I'm the president of the Appearance Association, do you know that? Do you think I just pity you? If you weren't good-looking, the devil would let you live here."

Helena threw away some of the wonderful emotions she had just had.

...

Go back to the corner of the study.

Helena struggled for a long time, but still couldn't help asking: "So...you and Qiong...were together in the end?"

Harry looked at Helena with weird eyes for a long, long time.

"So you've been thinking about this all along?"

Helena turned her head away: "You... what do you know, it's because I was cursed by books."

"Take a look yourself."

The book floated slowly towards Helena, but Harry made a sudden gesture and it was back in his hands.

Harry said, "Not right."

"It's fine for me to watch it myself, but it's illegal for you to watch it, as it is disseminating pornographic content." Harry said seriously.

"In this way, I'll put the book on the shelf, and you can read it secretly without my consent, and you'll be fine." Harry thought of a "seamless" plan.

So the wand tapped on the book, and the book became transparent.

He did this, of course, because Harry was in case Astoria accidentally saw the book, and that would be a big deal.

Of course, what Harry was afraid of was not that Astoria would imitate the bad guys and apply the plots in the comics to reality.

Harry was so scared... he was afraid that he would lose control of how much he would send...

Harry put the book somewhere, looked at Helena and said, "As long as you say the name of the book, the invisibility spell will be lifted."

Helena nodded obediently, but felt that she shouldn't do this.

She tilted her head, and proudly said that even if I, Helena, starved to death, died in the Muggle world, and was imprisoned in Azkaban, I would not read a single page of your comic book.

Harry saw her like a child, and really wanted to see what this timid and shy lady would look like if she was real.

...

At half past seven, the sky was slightly bright.

Harry started waking Astoria up.

"It's time to get up, little lazy pig. We still have to watch Sister Zhang Qiu's Quidditch match today." Harry bent over and brushed away Astoria's blond hair, revealing a cute little face.

Astoria chuckled, stretched his head, pecked Harry's face, and said with a smile, "Good morning, brother."

Harry kissed Astoria on the forehead and said, "Good morning sister."

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