Rebirth of the Harry Potter

Friday, March 25, 1994.

What happened two weeks ago.

Both Hermione and Zhang Qiu seem to have been under the Forgetting Curse, and they are still doing what they should do when they get along with each other in daily life.

Noon.

Helena wrote something proclamation on a piece of parchment.

Before going out to post on the bulletin board, she said: "It's Hogsmeade Day again this week, are you ready?"

Harry was recuperating on the sofa with his eyes closed, Hermione was irritated looking at the notes she had taken in various subjects, Zhang Qiu was hiding in the kitchen and was learning how to make panna cotta, Astoria said to help, but there was only news from the kitchen "Wow, sister Zhang Qiu, it's so delicious", "Let me eat another one", "Let me eat another one".

Harry asked: "Zhang Qiu, do you have any plans for tomorrow Saturday?"

Zhang Qiu said: "I don't care, it doesn't matter if I go or not."

"Hermione, what's your opinion?"

Hermione didn't respond for a long time.

Harry raised his voice and called out, "Hermione~"

"Bang." There was a loud noise.

Hermione angrily closed a brick-heavy book and slapped it on the table.

She is distracted by heavy homework.

She ran up to Harry and yelled, "No! No! No!"

Harry sat up, smiled and said, "Why are you so angry, what's wrong?"

Hermione's expression tightened, and she immediately took two steps back, looking at Harry defensively.

Fireproof and anti-theft anti-Harry.

Harry's face darkened.

It's so annoying that my next move was predicted by others.

Hermione said: "You still have the nerve to say, what time is it, and you still want to go to Hogsmeade to play."

"You don't forget we have Easter break next week, do you?"

"So what's the matter?"

Hermione looks annoyed like tomorrow is the end of the world,

But only she was aware of this serious problem, and no one else took it seriously.

She clenched her fists and said, "Merlin, haven't you counted the time?"

"We will have a holiday next Friday, and school will start next Tuesday, with a four-day break in between. It will already be April 5th!"

"May, June, there are less than two months left. On June 5th, our exam week will be over!"

"Why do you still have the time to play? Let me tell you, even if you start reviewing now, it's too late."

Harry said with "deep pain": "Hermione, haven't you found out yet? I'm a genius, and what you said doesn't matter at all in my eyes."

Hermione took a breath and said jealously: "Why do I hardly see you studying, but you are always the first, and I can only be second in ten thousand years."

"Hmph, anyway. I get angry when I see you playing carelessly and not focusing on your studies."

"A time converter, I wish it could be used in two halves, but you are better off, just waste time as you like."

"No, I have to make you act, make you realize the preciousness of time, and teach you how to manage your time." Hermione turned and ran away.

Harry called after her, "I've got the Philosopher's Stone, and I can't afford to be extravagant."

Hermione said without looking back, "Then wouldn't it be better for you to make your time more meaningful?"

Hermione tiptoed and reached for a large book on the shelf.

Twenty inches wide and thirty inches high.

black cover.

The title of the book "Time Management-The Most Powerful Pride in History Teach You" is written in gold-plated fonts, and there is also a photo of a wizard with a sunny smile on his face. Harry felt a little familiar, took a second look, and realized that this was Gilderoy Lockhart Two.

Harry asked blankly, "Hermione, what is this?"

Hermione shoved the book into Harry's hands, and said highly, "This is a book written by a very powerful Pride from the Ministry of Magic. It teaches wizards how to manage their time."

"Really?" Harry raised his eyebrows, his tone heavy.

Harry took a look at the book, and there were many lines of eye-catching magic words printed on the front and back of the book cover, probably the selling point of this book and the title of the most powerful and proud "Luo" in history.

Those glittering words fluctuate from big to small:

"Time management - a required course for high-end wizards."

"I studied magic until I went to bed at 4 o'clock in the morning, and I still have free time every day."

"Nine years of polishing, cross-border actual combat, and a sincere work."

"In-depth research, in-depth practical combat, and in-depth study tour."

"Late-night sports enthusiast and second-class athlete in the British wizarding world."

"Time management expert and senior lecturer."

"Challenge the limit during the day and challenge the limit at night."

"Famous witches lead the way, don't take detours."

"Zero-based entry, nine years of experience and case studies."

"Authoritative lecturer Auror, professional and in-depth."

"Multiple people train to improve the pattern."

Harry flipped through the catalog and contents casually, and as expected, they were full of meaningless words.

Is it possible that an Auror of the Ministry of Magic can enter now if he is a wizard?

Hermione exclaimed: "I think the master known as the Time Assassin said very well: time is not how much you have, but how you use it."

Harry said: "There is a question, why is this "Ro" in quotation marks?"

"Uh..." Hermione froze for a moment, she didn't seem to be clear about it, and then said nonchalantly: "Maybe there are other meanings, that's not the point, the point is..."

"Ah! Harry! What are you doing??" Hermione screamed suddenly.

"Stop it!"

Harry's face was blue, which was reflected by the flame in his hand.

A wisp of blue flames shot out from his finger and instantly devoured the inestimable book. In less than two seconds, not even the ashes could be found.

Harry said: "Hermione, this book means nothing to you, it's all nonsense."

Hermione said heartbrokenly, "It cost me several copper Knuts."

Harry said, "Okay, I did something wrong, now you can hit me in the chest with your little fists."

"Puff..." There was a chuckle from the kitchen.

Hermione rolled her eyes and said, "Let's forget it, I'm afraid you'll lie on me and pretend to be dead."

Harry leaned forward, lowered his head slightly, looked at Hermione's flustered eyes, raised his palm, and gently stroked Hermione's smooth, bright, and delicate cheeks like boiled egg whites, and said affectionately: "Actually, I am very good at it." Manage your own time, it's just that you don't give me a chance to verify it on you."

Hermione's ears were red, she saw the smirk on Harry's mouth, and pushed him away: "Harry, you are hopeless!"

Then he ran back to her desk and stood up the book to block her hot pretty face.

Harry sat on the sofa and yelled, "Also, who said my idea was to go out tomorrow?"

"I just care about your opinions. I don't want to go to Hogsmeade. It's nothing new to go there twice."

"Hmph." Hermione snorted softly.

Harry lay on the sofa again, with melancholy eyes: What's wrong, my charm can't make Hermione, Zhang Qiu let go of his reserve.

At some point, Astoria stood behind Harry, and she said simply: "Brother, what is the verification you are talking about? If it doesn't hurt, you can try it on me."

Harry chuckled softly, "It's just that the first time will be a little painful... But for Astoria, it's still a little early."

Astoria nodded ignorantly, and said, "Then I will grow up quickly."

A large thick book was thrown at Harry, then froze in the air.

Hermione's frantic voice came: "Harry! Can you not teach Astoria badly!"

"Ahahaha..." Harry laughed.

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