Rebirth of the Harry Potter

The last days of vacation.

Fleur arrives in Diagon Alley.

She is about to enter the British Wizarding Bank to work. Since she graduated from Beauxbaton School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and has excellent results in the N.E.W.T exam, it is not difficult to get the job.

The place to live, of course, is in the Leaky Cauldron.

There was a rumor among the Muggle girls at the Leaky Cauldron by now that the seventh floor was the little boss's harem, because Harry had only let beautiful witches live in it.

It was even later said that there was an evil spell cast by Harry on the seventh floor, and any girl who stepped into it would fall in love with Harry hopelessly under a spell.

"After all, I am not a British wizard. I want to stay in the British wizarding world for a long time, especially if I want to enter a wizarding bank under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Magic. The procedures are very troublesome. The International Magic Cooperation Department of the French Ministry of Magic and the International Magic Cooperation Department of the British Ministry of Magic are connected. It took a long time before a group of wizards were allowed to enter each other's countries." Fu Rong said.

Harry didn't know what the Magical Cooperation Department of the Ministry of Magic was for. According to Fleur, it seemed to have the function of processing visas at the immigration office of Muggle countries.

A little girl suddenly jumped out from behind Fu Rong, with blue eyes, long silver hair like a waterfall, sweet dimples and a mouthful of neat white teeth in a slight smile.

It's just a smaller hibiscus.

"As soon as Gabriel heard that she would see you, she insisted on pestering you." Furong said helplessly.

Fleur's silvery blue eyes looked at Harry shyly and complicatedly.

Merlin, what did mother think, that she actually let me marry this young three-year-old.

Gabriel ran up to Harry and took Harry's arm with a look of joy on her face.

Fleur pretended to be sad and said, "Gabriel, are you going to abandon your sister so soon?"

Gabriel stuck out her tongue and said, "That's right."

Harry couldn't help but rub Gabrielle's silver hair, who was only around his waist.

Who can refuse the attribute of silver hair?

"Let's get up there first, or Diagon Alley will be congested," Harry said.

The bloodline of Meiwa in Fu Rong and Gabriel's body has attracted a large number of wizards around them into dementia, looking at them stupidly.

In the large and small suitcases, there are things that Fu Rong needs.

Fu Rong looked at the row of doors on this floor, and said with a smile, "Where do I want to live?"

A room door opened, and three beautiful girls appeared.

Hermione lifted a piece of luggage and gave Harry an annoyed look, Harry looked away guiltily.

Zhang Qiu smiled and said to Fu Rong, "Fu Rong, live next door to us."

"At night, you must be careful and close the door tightly, otherwise some monsters will break in." Hermione said.

"Oh." Furong nodded.

She always felt an indescribable sense of embarrassment when facing Hermione and Zhang Qiu. During the last term, she often visited Harry's cabin. In the subtle life, she can feel the strong relationship between Harry and them, which makes her feel like forcibly inserting into their lives.

Fu Rong looked at Astoria very keenly. She noticed that there seemed to be some changes in this innocent little girl.

She looked at Harry again and thought to herself: It can't be what I think, can't it.

Though thinking this way, she still couldn't help pulling her lovely sister Gabriel to her side to look after her.

If Harry went after Astoria, a little girl, her sister was really in danger.

Fleur's actions could not be hidden from Harry, and Harry was speechless.

Noticing that Harry's gaze shifted to Gabriel, Fleur said in a warning tone: "Harry, Gabriel just celebrated her tenth birthday, and she is still a year away from school, so you mustn't hit Gabriel." Li's idea."

Harry said angrily: "Why did you misunderstand me like this! Am I that kind of person?"

Astoria said with a smile: "Are you talking about the very comfortable thing that my brother did to me?

At least until Gabriel came of age. "

Harry looked up at the ceiling in the hallway, it was beautifully patterned.

...

Letters from Hogwarts are late this year.

Generally, half a month to a month before the start of school, students will receive letters from owls.

Harry opened the envelope he had just taken from the owl's leg.

Inside the letter were three sheets of parchment.

One is the usual announcement of the start date of September 1st, and the other is the new book that the fifth grade needs.

There are only two new books, one is "Standard Spells, Level 5" by Miranda Gesack, and the other is "Learning and Using the Dark Arts" by Wilbert Slinka. It seems that Snape has already prepared Lead the students on the road of learning black magic in an open and aboveboard manner.

"Ok?"

Something solid rolled out of the envelope, a red and gold badge in the shape of a Gryffindor lion.

This is the prefect badge.

From the fifth grade, Hogwarts will elect a prefect among the students to achieve better management of the school.

It is an honor as only the best students in each class are selected.

The last piece of parchment is a letter written by Minerva, about his election as a prefect, and the various tasks and rights that a prefect needs to be responsible for on weekdays.

"Harry, I'm a prefect." The door slammed open, and Hermione rushed in and shouted excitedly, her face was flushed, and she also held the Gryffindor prefect badge in her hand.

"I guess, who among the girls is better than you." Harry laughed.

"But I'm going to return mine and give it to someone else while I still have time." Harry held up the parchment and badge in his hand.

"Why...why?" Hermione didn't expect Harry to say that.

Harry seemed a little distressed: "If it was Dumbledore, he would definitely understand my thoughts and would not think that I want the status of a prefect... But it is not certain, he only wanted me to be the Minister of Magic, maybe he He would be happy to let me stay in the position of prefect first. But Professor McGonagall must have completely treated me like a child, and stuffed me with a small toy..."

Hermione raised her eyebrows: "Then you can return mine by the way, remember to say sorry to Professor McGonagall."

"But don't I see that you are very happy?"

"Of course, I must be happy because of its symbolism, not because I care about prefect rights," said Hermione.

"If it was in my first and second years, when I was still very new to prefects, I would definitely enjoy being a prefect and experience the identity of a junior prefect, but now, after four years at Hogwarts, I am very familiar with the prefects." I'm familiar with what the prefect has to do, so I don't really care if I'm still a prefect." Hermione said.

"It's a good idea for you to let the first and second graders be the prefects."

...

Hogwarts, Office of the Head of Gryffindor.

Professor McGonagall put on his glasses and continued to look at the parchment: "Professor Sprout, um, I hope that the school will purchase forty plants of La Mora jelly before November. This is the graduation project for this year's seventh grade graduates." .”

She picked up another letter: "Professor Sinista, the astronomy class should update the teaching equipment. The newly launched Comet 1995 Astronomical Telescope can see farther and clearer. It also has a camera function. Thirty, oh , and the price is very considerate..."

"Are these professors running a bank?" Professor McGonagall shook his head.

She didn't worry about these things before she became the headmaster.

Putting the astronomy professor's request next to the pending file for now, and picked up the next one: "Hagrid's? His hunting ground..."

"Crack." There was a crisp sound.

There is an extra figure in the office.

"Principal McGonagall."

"Oh, Merlin!" Harry suddenly appeared, obviously frightening Professor McGonagall.

Professor McGonagall's eyes were wide open, and he took a few deep breaths before calming down.

"Principal, Hermione and I don't think it's suitable for the post of prefect, you should find someone else." Harry was rather embarrassed.

"Okay, got it, let's go." Professor McGonagall said.

Harry was surprised by Professor McGonagall's attitude, but said nothing.

He put two badges on his desk.

Professor McGonagall thought to himself: Sure enough, as Albus said, Harry would definitely refuse.

Professor McGonagall took the badge, frowned and thought: "Who else can be a prefect? ​​Boys... It seems that Neville Longbottom is good, girls, who else?"

Harry, who was in front of the closed door, heard Neville's name, his heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly thought of something.

...

Note: The last chapter is sealed, it is Harry and Astoria.