Rebirth of the Harry Potter

In the morning, the sky was gray, but the rain that had rained all day and night yesterday had stopped.

Harry opened his eyes, only to see that he and Astoria were firmly combined, wishing they could knead together.

Astoria has always had the habit of treating Harry as a pillow that is bigger than her. Harry's right leg violently separated Astoria's pair of jade legs, and was caught between them, and something naturally became awake. There is no way, who makes the morning energy too strong.

One of Harry's hands was on Astoria's breast, and it seemed that even in his dream, Harry had already practiced putting his hand in the most correct position.

Harry calmly lifted his hands away, pulled his legs out, got dressed, and walked to the window.

Astoria frowned slightly, although she didn't wake up, she felt that something was missing.

Harry gently pushed the window open, and he had a glimpse of Hogwarts.

A cloud of white cold mist seemed to rise from the surface of the Black Lake, lingering around the edge of the lake. On the leaves of the surrounding plants, whether it was the rain from last night or the cold dew formed in the morning, they were crystal clear. In the endless Forbidden Forest in the distance, unknown birds get up early to prey. They fly on the 30-meter-high branches and sing crisply, making this magical castle full of vitality.

A ray of cool wind flew into the bedroom wrapped in the fresh fragrance of grass, trees and soil after the rain.

"Hmm..." A soft nasal voice sounded.

Harry closed the window and looked back at Astoria. Feeling the coolness, Astoria, who was still lying under the warm blanket, could not help but groan dissatisfied in his sleep.

She curled up, huddled under the quilt like a kitten, only showing a cute little head. The blond hair like pure gold is spread on the pillow, a blush appears on the pretty face that can be broken by blows, the long eyelashes are trembling slightly, and the rosy lips are slightly raised, forming two dimples, as if having a dream .

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Harry and the others didn't have breakfast in their hut today, and Helena didn't prepare it either.

Because the class schedule for this semester will be handed out in the auditorium this morning.

As soon as Harry walked into the auditorium, he couldn't help looking at the staff table as soon as he entered the door, because Hagrid was really too attractive. He was chatting with the astronomy teacher Professor Sinistra. Likes gesticulating. Some students couldn't help but wonder if Hagrid would accidentally knock Professor Sinistra into the air.

This is no joke,

Hagrid's thick arms were wider than Professor Sinistra's body.

Someone glanced at the enchanted ceiling and said unhappily, "It's rainy today."

Harry walked towards the Gryffindor table, Hermione and Astoria sat on either side of Harry.

A tall, dark-skinned girl with long braids was moving around the Gryffindor table, moving from one end of the table to the other, seemingly communicating with everyone she thought of.

"Hello, Angelina," said a boy.

"Hi, Somley." Angelina said briskly, "How was your summer vacation?"

Without waiting for an answer, she went on to say, "You know, I've been chosen as the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team."

"Congratulations." Somley grinned at her, "That nagging Wood is finally gone, which is a good thing."

Angelina said: "Ah, by the way, Oliver is gone, we need a new goalkeeper. The selection will be at five o'clock on Friday afternoon, are you interested?"

"Wow," said Somley.

Angelina smiled at him and walked away, then found another boy and had the same conversation again.

"I remembered, the one named Wood graduated last year, right?" Hermione dragged a plate of bread and butter in front of her, and said flatly, "I don't know what will happen to the Gryffindor Quidditch team." influences."

Harry rolled up the fried and tender bacon and stuffed it into his mouth, whimpering and said: "I don't pay much attention, anyway, people leave the team every year, and new blood comes in. The strength of the four colleges has always been You come and go, no one wins the championship all the time, and no academy team gets beaten all the time."

Whoosh whoosh.

Hurrah huh huh.

Hundreds of owls flew in from one of the highest windows, and they fell randomly around the auditorium, throwing letters and packages to their owners, and at the same time sprinkled water on the heads of those who had breakfast.

Apparently as they were starting to eat, it started raining heavily again.

A barn owl swooped down with a soggy copy of the Daily Prophet in its beak, smashing the paper into the orange juice in front of Hermione. Hermione let out a cry, and quickly stood up to pick up the overturned glass.

"These owls, the service is too bad, you must give a bad review." Harry frowned.

"No way, you can count on how smart owls are. It's been hundreds of years since wizards used owls to deliver messages, and it hasn't always been like this," Hermione said.

"Why do you order this newspaper? Although the content of the newspaper is much more normal than before, you don't need to read it all the time, right?"

Hermione said proudly: "Have you forgotten, I am a reporter for the "Daily Prophet". I became a regular in the second semester of the fourth grade. I provided a lot of first-hand information for the Goblet of Fire competition last year."

Hermione had just put a Knut in the little leather purse on the owl's foot when the owl flapped its wings and flew away. George and Fred ran over excitedly.

They sat across from Harry, looking left and right as if they were about to do something shady.

"Did you... get bobbleheads?" Harry asked.

"...No." Fred was speechless.

"Our thing is about to succeed, and it is only the last step. It must be encrypted so that others can copy it after they get it." George said excitedly.

"What?" said Harry.

Fred opened his eyes wide: "You forgot, you asked us to solve a problem. We have spent all our time on it, and the final product will be out in about October."

"Oh, I remembered." Harry suddenly realized.

"Just wait for our good news." George and Fred smiled and left.

After Astoria finished her breakfast, she asked curiously, "Brother, what are they talking about?"

Hermione was no exception, looking straight at Harry.

Harry said: "Well... an epoch-making invention. I can only say that the era of owls is coming to an end, and future wizards can only think about the previous use of owls to deliver letters from the book. In fact, what are their achievements? I don’t know, we’ll know when the time comes.”

"I really didn't expect it." Harry's face was complicated: "I was actually just an idea, and I gave them a goal. I didn't expect the brothers to actually research it."

Meanwhile, Headmaster McGonagall handed out timetables one by one along the table.

Hermione looked at the form in her hand expectantly: "Today's class, two Potions lessons, Arithmetic and Divination lessons, and two Defense Against the Dark Arts lessons."

Harry looked at Hermione's schedule, and then at Astoria's schedule: "History of Magic class, it seems that everyone is the same, Tuesday and Friday right, there are public classes written in parentheses, classrooms for classes --hall."

Astoria looked around the huge auditorium: "Are we going to have a class here?"

Hermione said: "Besides this, there is no other place that can hold eight or nine hundred people."

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