Rebirth of the Harry Potter

Snape said: "Students who have read the operating instructions carefully, put your medicine samples into pot-bellied short-necked bottles, then mark your names, and take them to my podium for testing."

"And homework: a twelve-inch paper on the properties of moonstones and their uses in medicine, on parchment, due Thursday."

Snape's eyes suddenly shifted to a certain person, and he said with a blank expression: "Pablo Teyla, you seem to have a problem with my homework, then you can write sixteen inches long, I will check carefully .”

A Slytherin student named Pablo Tiera was crying. He was the student who made fun of Snape before class, but Snape actually overheard it.

Sixteen inches, 0.4 meters.

...

The students in the classroom began to fill the short-necked bottles with medicines, and then cleaned everything on the test bench.

Harry and Hermione stepped forward as soon as Snape had finished speaking, and placed the two glass bottles on the podium.

Snape didn't even look at Harry, and on a parchment with a list of students, he put a score behind the two names, which seemed to be a perfect score.

Harry had long been accustomed to Snape's attitude. If Snape praised him, it would be more impossible than the end of the world tomorrow.

Perhaps it was the actions of Harry and Hermione that gave the others courage. They felt that it was fine for me to fuck me, and they didn't dare to expect to be praised by Snape. As long as they could be like Harry, Snape would be fine without saying a word. So the students below took the short-necked bottles filled with potions and covered with corks one by one, and walked towards Snape's podium.

With trembling hands, Ron put a bottle of "sedative" with a strange smell in front of Snape.

Snape's expression became disgusted, he slapped his hands in front of him, and said with great disgust, "Mr. Weasley, are you cooking rotten eggs?"

The pen in Snape's hand was unceremonious, marking a zero.

"Mr. Longbottom, well, you haven't used it and cleaned it out. You told me this thing is a moderator? I think it's solidified cement. I'm really curious how you got it out of the crucible."

"Miss Previn, even Billy Wigger's feces are a hundred times more normal than your inexplicable pile of things."

Previn wept and covered his face and fled.

"Bolt,

what is this? Rubbish……"

"Waste..."

...

Snape unceremoniously cast a big taunt, scolding everyone for nothing.

It was only a few minutes, but to the people in the room, it seemed like a long time.

The bell finally rang, and everyone except Harry and Hermione wanted to rush out of the dungeon first.

Harry went out of the basement, only to find that the sky had become darker and more gloomy than in the morning, and the raindrops were pattering down.

There was no class in the morning, and Harry and Hermione went back to their loving cabin.

Helena was in the kitchen, making clanking noises.

"Helena, what are you doing? The rolling pin is not allowed to be used privately." Harry said with a smile.

Helena: "..."

Hermione: "..."

After a long silence, Helena's voice came from the kitchen: "...I'm going to make mashed potato pie with meat stuffing at noon, and I'm kneading the dough."

Hermione pushed Harry and pushed him to the bookshelf: "Go, go, stay away from us."

Then go into the kitchen.

Helena is a transparent ghost, with fine flour on her palms and body, like stars dotted in the night sky, she is really beautiful.

Hermione looked at the kind and beautiful Helena, and couldn't help but feel sad for her. Her identity is the daughter of Ravenclaw, but now she is no different from an ordinary cook, she has become a ghost, and she has to work hard.

"Helena, let me chop the meat for you," Hermione said.

"Well, the finer the pie, the better it is." Helena nodded.

On the chopping board was placed the hind leg meat of a certain animal, which was well-balanced in fat and thin, so that the taste of the pie was just right.

"Shenfeng Wuying." Hermione used magic.

That's right, the troublesome thing of mincing meat is of course convenient by using magic. (Snape: That's it. It turns out that the best use of the magic I created is here. I've learned a lot.)

Countless razor sharp edges slashed across the meat, and it was quickly cut into pieces.

Helena said: "Not yet, you still need to use a knife to cut it."

"Why, this has been cut into very small pieces."

Helena said seriously: "I saw a story in "Western Food Weekly". There is a world chain taco food. Its boss introduced the most advanced food cutting machine, chicken, cucumber and carrot... the preparation of the ingredients is all done. It can be handed over to the machine, which greatly reduces the work of the chef. But the boss finally gave up using the machine, and asked to continue to use manual labor to complete all the dishes, because he found that the tacos made by the machine are not as good as those made by hand. The dishes are delicious. I think it's because the machine is too sharp. Although the cut pieces are finer than those made by hand, in fact, every ingredient has not been destroyed, and the taste cannot be brought out, so you put The meat is ground into minced meat, which will be more delicious."

Hermione said blankly: "Okay...professional..."

"Don't you hate this kind of life? Being asked to do all kinds of things by Harry." Hermione asked.

Helena lowered her head slightly, her curly hair covered half of her face: "No, I like it very much."

...

Harry was watching the astonishing scene, words could no longer express his inner shock.

"Although this is a world of magic, it's too unreal."

I saw the little cutie squatting on the desk, flipping through a History of Magic with her paws, the look of the little cutie's shining eyes told Harry that she was not playing, but was really reading the words on the book.

"Hermione, our cat has grown up and she's reading a book," Harry yelled.

Hermione was not surprised at all: "Did you know? I taught her characters together with Zhang Qiu. During the summer vacation, I took the cutie to a Muggle institution for an IQ test. The doctor said that the cutie is now about eight. Since she can speak, I will teach her to read and write."

"You brought a talking cat to the Muggle world for an IQ test?!"

Hermione said embarrassedly: "We used the Oblivion Charm on that doctor."

...

The cutie stretched her waist, shook her body, and said to Harry with disdain: "Is this the words and stories of servants? It's really boring. How can we compare with our cat clan? We only need to use A "meow" sound can express all meanings, and your history has been full of wars, stupid, obviously there are endless small dried fish."

"Yes, yes, Master Meow is right." Harry rolled his eyes without explaining.

Cutie is like an ignorant little girl, thinking that Harry and the others are all her subordinates, very naive, but the concept of the cat clan is like this, and Harry can't explain it clearly. Even if Harry bullied her severely, she would not recognize the reality, and would only fearfully say that her servant rebelled.

Harry stretched out his hand, and the cutie immediately jumped onto Harry's arm with graceful steps, and Harry held the cutie in his arms.

The little cutie twitched her pink nose, and there was a trace of sparkle from the corner of her mouth.

"I can smell the meat, I'm so hungry, Harry, first you can get me some dried fish to pad my stomach."

Harry opened a glass cabinet, which was filled with various brands of cat food, which were cutie and Crookshanks rations.

"Well, cutie, which one do you eat? Kruisi, Mfudi, Mziyuan?"

The cute little paw waved: "Try the yellow bag on the left in the second row today."

Harry immediately took it down for the cutie, put two small plates on the desk, and poured the dried fish into the plates.

"Crookshanks, come down to eat." Cutie called to Crookshanks who looked like a big ginger hat.

Crookshanks opened his eyes and jumped off the fireplace.

The wooden table made a loud bang.

Cutie is very kind to Crookshanks, she seems to think that Crookshanks is a subject in her domain. And Crookshanks thinks so too, it respects and fears the cutie.

Maybe the cat clan also has classes.

The little cutie took a sniff, then picked up the dried small fish and chewed it "Wow wow wow".

Suddenly, she asked a little angrily, "Harry, why do I have less dried fish on my plate than Crookshanks?"

"Because it's several times bigger than you, of course it has to eat more." Harry rubbed Crookshanks' hair. It was hard and fluffy, like a lion cub, and it really matched the image of its owner, Hermione.

"Then why don't you eat more and grow up like Crookshanks?" Harry persuaded.

"No, no, I don't want to eat like that." Xiaocuti firmly objected.

"Why?" Harry asked casually.

Hey, yeah, why? The little cutie suddenly felt suspicious.

...Maybe it's because once I become as big as Crookshanks, I won't be cute enough, and I won't be able to run on Harry's shoulders to act like a spoiled child. Harry may not like me as much as he does now.

Impossible, impossible, Harry is just Ben Meow's servant, I don't care what he thinks.

Harry couldn't guess that cutie could be so complicated as a cat. He just saw cutie stopped eating suddenly, as if the dried fish in his hand had suddenly become stale, and then stood stupidly with his eyes level The air ahead is like thinking about life.

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