Rebirth of the Harry Potter

February 27, 1995.

Hermione's opinion piece was published in the Daily Prophet under the headline "Why We Don't Need Quidditch Anymore!" ".

The title party is undoubtedly.

Just looking at the headline is simply sensational, as if the author of the article wants to ban the sport of Quidditch.

But picking up the newspaper and taking a closer look, you will find that the content of the article and the title are only barely connected, and it is not what the wizards imagined.

The article only pointed out that the current Quidditch competition in the school is not conducive to the formation of friendship between students. After interviewing the opinions of many students and citing a large number of examples, it pointed out that the campus Quidditch needs to be rectified. It's a thousand miles away from the meaning of "No Quidditch required".

In fact, after Hermione finished writing, she just honestly came up with the title "Two or three points about the disadvantages of Quidditch competitions in contemporary schools of magic".

But Harry wiped the parchment with his hand and gave it an exaggerated title.

Although the wizard who read the newspaper first read it angrily, he felt dull after reading it. But the effect is still very good. Many wizarding media in the world reprinted Hermione's article.

Because other wizarding schools have similar problems to Hogwarts.

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"Who told you to change the title for me?" Hermione gritted her teeth.

She and Harry had come to the Great Hall for dinner, to see how the people around them were discussing the news.

The discussion was very intense. Many students looked away as soon as they saw Hermione on the way, whispered to their friends, and then looked at Hermione secretly.

"...Yes, that's her. I heard that she suggested that the Ministry of Magic cancel the Quidditch match."

"Ah, is that what it means? Why do I think what she wants to express is..."

"I don't want you to feel, I want me to feel..."

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Snape was sitting on the teacher's bench, flipping through the newspaper while eating, occasionally looking at Hermione and Harry's position and smiling coldly.

With his status as Head of Slytherin House and his distaste for Gryffindor, it's no wonder he would be happy to see Slytherin and Gryffindor shake hands and make peace.

I wish Gryffindors would all turn into rotten fish and rotten shrimp.

Hermione drank her porridge with her head down, not daring to look at some students with strange eyes.

"It's just that the words are a little exaggerated, so there's no need to be so guilty," Harry said.

"Who is guilty."

Hermione said angrily: "Besides, I'm not blaming you. When did I say I don't need Quidditch anymore?"

Harry looked at Hermione in amazement, who was only guilty of using an exaggerated title, and clicked his tongue.

"Hermione, you are so innocent."

If the editors of future generations who are afraid of chaos in the world see Hermione's appearance, they will die of shame.

Hermione said, "When will the Quidditch competition change? Like you said, the competition will no longer be divided into houses."

Harry said: "It's impossible within one or two semesters. Now the Ministry of Magic pays attention to holding meetings and voting, and it wants democracy. It's no longer the same as before. The minister makes an order, and he can issue education orders as he wants. Although the Ministry of Magic wants to Ordinary wizards have been activated, but the high-level people are still mainly pure-blooded families, and they are all from Slytherin House, maybe they were still players on the Quidditch team back then."

"It's not that easy to get them to change their minds and let the noble blood of Slytherin team up with Muggle-born students and impulsive and brainless Gryffindors who they regard as mud legs."

"So it seems to be a very common modification of the Hogwarts Quidditch grouping rules, but it actually involves pure blood and Muggle confrontation. Hey... But Dumbledore can definitely see that this is harmful to Hogwarts. The advantage, um... His ambition is quite big, he doesn't care about the difference of family, there is no difference in the philosophy of the four colleges, he only regards all students as students of Hogwarts, and he will naturally find a way to solve it The arrogant and stubborn top brass."

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The gloomy March passed.

The stormy April is coming, and the Easter holiday is not far away.

Once Easter begins, it means the emergency countdown to O.W.Ls exams for fifth grade students, with less than six weeks to go.

At this tense moment, Potions class ushered in a strange lesson.

No matter how vicious Snape's mouth was or how cold his face was, the students could accept it.

But in class today, he was distracted from time to time, and his smile seemed weird.

It seems that the mind has flown out of the classroom.

Snape, who is known for being harsh and responsible, did not mention the O.W.Ls exam at all in this class, and did not criticize Gryffindor. Even Neville blew up the cauldron as usual, and Snape only got a light "next time!" Notice".

Neville looked terrified, as if he had seen a ghost.

The students had different expressions, secretly guessing what could make Professor Snape unable to maintain an iceberg face.

When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Snape even left the sentence "end of get out of class" and walked out of the classroom first.

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Snape sneered. When the students were preparing the potion, they whispered to each other about his abnormality today, as if he was deaf and couldn't hear.

But he really wasn't in the mood to talk to them today.

Thinking of Dumbledore's reply to him, finally agreeing to let him use that thing, worthy of his urging of two letters a day, Snape's eyes became turbulent.

He Apparated, got to the Ministry of Magic, went to the Minister's office.

After a while, he left.

A shallow stone basin appeared in his arms, and the edge of the basin was carved with runes and symbols.

Pensieve, a powerful magic prop to preserve thoughts and memories in the mind.

As long as something has been experienced, it can be presented again.

"Old man, since you are old enough to rely on the Pensieve to review your thoughts, why don't you step off the stage and lie down in the coffin honestly." In Snape's mind, Dumbledore handed over the Pensieve with a face full of reluctance. You can't help but think viciously about the look you gave him.

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Back to his dark basement office.

Snape closed the door a little excitedly, and put the Pensieve on the table.

He thought for a moment, pointing the tip of his wand near his temple, some glistening silver memories floated from his head into the basin.

Thoughts that are as bright as mist but also like liquid are swirling in the basin.

Snape looked at it as if through a skylight, into another world.

He hesitated for a moment, then bent down, touched the substance in the Pensieve, spun and fell in the darkness, and opened his eyes to appear in the Hogwarts auditorium.

Snape was standing in the middle of the Great Hall, and the four house tables were gone.

Instead, there are more than a hundred small tables facing the same direction, and at each table sits a student, head down, writing hurriedly on a roll of parchment.

The only sound was the clicking of quills, and the occasional rustle of someone adjusting their own parchment.

The sunlight shone through the tall windows and shone on Snape. He looked at the auditorium at this moment with a complicated expression.

This is fifth grade taking their O.W.Ls.

James Potter, Sirius, Remus Lupine.

Almost without searching, Snape saw their heads. Suddenly, Snape looked disgusted.

He turned his head and looked in another direction - even after many years, he still remembered where that figure was sitting during the exam.

Lily was far away from her, and Snape could only see the back of someone seriously writing the test paper.

The teenage Snape was thin and pale, like a plant that had been growing in the dark.

He wrote hastily, occasionally turning his head away from the parchment to look at Lily, and still bowing his head.

Snape was standing next to his seat when he was a boy, he didn't walk over to Lily's side, and watched from a distance, just like back then.

"Time's up, please stop writing!" the invigilator Professor Flitwick shrieked, "including you, Stebbins! Please stay in your seat while I put away the parchment! The test papers are coming!"

Snape looked on blankly, he still remembered this incident, the little old man Flitwick was going to be in trouble.

More than a hundred rolls of parchment flew into the air and flew into Professor Flitwick's outstretched arms, knocking him to the ground.

Some of the students laughed, James and Wormtail laughing the loudest.

Several students sitting at the front table got up and took Professor Flitwick's arms and helped him up.

"Thank you... thank you," Professor Flitwick said breathlessly, "Very well, everyone, you can go!"

James jumped up and stuffed the quill and test papers into his school bag, whistled, swung his school bag over his shoulder, and joined Sirius, and they walked together towards the door leading to the hall.

Snape and Lily were separated by a group of chattering girls.

Snape did not continue to look at the memories below, and exited the Pensieve.

Because the next memory is the second most painful memory in his life.

Snape stood blankly in the darkness, smiling for a while and bitterly for a while. Although he no longer watched, the scene of that bright afternoon had already been deeply engraved in his soul.

"Hey……"

Snape sighed and sat weakly on the chair.

Behind him is the Mirror of Erised.

The magic mirror and the Pensieve are all he has for the rest of his life.

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