Rebirth of the Harry Potter

In 1995, the first day of the Easter holiday.

evening.

Harry's cabin.

According to her old habit, Hermione first spent half a day setting up a luxurious review schedule for her and Harry along the way.

Harry's eyes gradually glazed over.

The densely packed text is as long as parchment dragged to the ground.

Hermione was flipping through the magic book of the exam subjects, adding drawings on the parchment, and muttering: "One round of review, two rounds of review, three rounds... I guess there is not enough time, hey, let's do it for now .”

Harry felt cold all over his body, and the only thing that could bring him warmth was the... body in his arms.

So he hugged Astoria even tighter.

Astoria glanced at Hermione, who was in a state of anxiety, and then at Harry: "Brother, you are so pitiful."

"Hermione, isn't it over yet? It's just an O. exam, you're too scary."

"Hmph." Hermione glanced at Harry angrily, "You are always like this, can you take the exam more seriously... I also added a function to this parchment, which will always remind you that the countdown to the exam is a few days away , every day will be reduced by one day."

Harry reached out and snatched the parchment into his hand.

Let Hermione go on, who knows if there will be supplementary plans one, two, three.

"Is this an exaggeration? From today to the end of the exam, you have a full schedule. You don't have a day off, and you have to study until late at night every night." Harry looked at the form, and the various chapters and knowledge points were connected in series. Well, if this review note was given to other wizards, it might become something like a bible, but he only felt a headache.

Hermione said as it should be: "I still think that you are not so strict because you have always been the first in the grade. Otherwise, why would you have to review until the early hours of the morning? Don't underestimate the O. exam."

"Hey, you are a good tester."

Harry was sure that Hermione's character was really different from ordinary people.

Isn't the most important thing in learning magic is magic itself? Everyone is aiming at this goal, right?

But Hermione always had her own ideas: magic is no different from science courses such as mathematics, physics and chemistry. Learn it, master it, apply it, and finally pass the assessment to prove to everyone that she has learned magic knowledge very well.

Approval from teachers, envy from classmates and even inferiority complex are Hermione's ultimate pursuit.

Hearing Harry's words, Hermione let out a "cut~~".

Harry laughed and said: "It's enough to know how to use magic. Whether it can be transformed into an answer written on paper is not the point. Besides, last year Zhang Qiuping got the first grade of O. in a mediocre way. I don't usually see it How hard did she study?"

"Heh..." Hermione glanced at Zhang Qiu who was sitting quietly in front of the window, and said with a sneer, "It's true, although I often stay up in the middle of the night, it has nothing to do with studying."

Zhang Qiu: "..."

Why did I get involved, the baby felt wronged, but he didn't say anything.

Harry coughed dryly, and patted Astoria on the head: "Astoria, this O. six-week sprint schedule is pretty good, I'll put it away for you, wait until today next year, Take it out to dry, it is just right for you to use, you should thank sister Hermione, it is all her hard work."

Astoria looked up, blinking innocently: "Brother, can you still do this?"

Harry smiled even more warmly, and folded the parchment.

A white fur ball jumped onto Astoria's lap. Astoria felt sad and could only vent his emotions by patting the cat.

Harry was stroking Astoria's hands and the little cutie's body at the same time.

Double the joy.

Silky, soft and warm.

The little cutie expressed dissatisfaction with stretching out four demon palms to rub her noble and white body. She got into Astoria's blouse and kept going upwards. Finally, her head came out from the collar, and her body was tightly hidden. in her clothes.

The cutie was triumphant: "Clarify your identities, servants. Who would allow you to touch my body without my permission?"

Harry put his head on Astoria, smiled slightly, and didn't speak, just let his hands follow the little cutie's footprints.

A mere cat, I really think I am the owner of the cat. If I don’t rub you today to make you feel comfortable, with your stomach upturned and your limbs weak, you are pitiful, I am not Harry Potter.

Harry stretched out his hand and grasped the cutie's soft body with precision.

"You won't let me touch it, but I still want to touch it." Harry forced his hand and smiled, "Is it comfortable?"

This stinky cat should be educated.

Obviously, when she was masturbated, she was extremely comfortable, and she insisted on arrogance rewarding Harry and the others for touching her body.

Today I want to break her nobility, and let her, when she squints her eyes and snores comfortably, walk away, hehe.

Let the cat let go of its pride, and obediently rub against his legs and pants, begging for licking.

Well, why is this kind of plot so evil and so familiar?

Harry was thinking about dealing with the cutie in his mind, and his hands were more powerful. Sometimes thunder and sometimes drizzle, each had a wonderful feeling.

"What are you talking about." Little cutie tilted her head, and meowed, "Why are you rubbing me with the back of your hand through your underwear?"

? ? ?

Isn't it cute that I lick?

But this tenderness that makes people addicted to it, what else can it have besides a cute body?

The little cute body in the palm rises and falls, and as time goes on, the fluctuation becomes bigger and bigger, and it becomes hotter and hotter.

It seems that it really isn't.

The characteristic of the cutie is that the more comfortable it is to be masturbated, the gentler and longer the breath will be.

And Astoria's body seemed to have turned into a puddle of muddy water. She slumped in Harry's arms, raised her head slightly, her face was rosy, and panting slightly, she answered the question: "Comfortable."

"Uh."

Harry withdrew his hand in embarrassment, and Hermione laughed nakedly, her eyes were shining, as if to say: "Hehe, it's not night yet, this is not the bedroom."

"I really didn't mean it this time. I really wanted to pet the cat." Harry argued, pinching his nose.

A faint milky fragrance hits...it smells good.

Astoria reached out and twisted the cutie out of her neck, threw it on the ground, and turned around to sit on Harry's lap.

The biggest feature of her character is that she doesn't know how to be shy and wanton indulgence.

Astoria was a little charming, her red lips parted slightly, and her voice was soft and waxy: "Brother..."

She threw herself into Harry's arms, and although she just called him, the meaning was self-evident.

Behind Astoria, Hermione put down the quill, folded her arms, and leaned back on the chair.

The eyes are clearly ridiculing and mocking: Didn't you say it wasn't intentional, don't move if you have the ability.

Harry's hands froze in mid-air, and in his arms was a cute wild cat wriggling slowly, but another pair of cold and beautiful eyes were staring at him.

There is an old man surnamed Mei who said that: As long as you are shameless, then nothing can hurt you, if there is, then insist on being shameless.

In the end, Harry was defeated by the kindness in his heart and defeated his shame.

Whoever starts the fire will put it out.

Harry hugged Astoria, wrapped his arms around his waist and put his hands under his knees, and said softly, "Are you going to rest?"

Astoria blushed: "Hmm..."

Then the two walked to the bedroom.

Hermione gritted her teeth, you are too presumptuous.

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It was getting dark.

The house, invisible from the outside world, was dimly lit.

In the room where a certain big bed was located, the sound from it gradually became louder and then turned off, gradually becoming inaudible.

Hermione and Zhang Qiu looked at each other and quickly looked away.

They've been living together ever since the Room of Requirement made a very Harry-savvy change that merged two rooms into one.

No matter what "whatever" they do, the three girls will bear it together.

Therefore, they would not be able to tell when they were face to face. Today, only Astoria was alone with Harry, and they were ashamed of the loudness of their voices.

Well, they wouldn't have shouted like that before, right?

)

seven o'clock.

Zhang Qiu put the book on the small yellow round table by the window, stood up, and stretched lazily.

Walking up to Hermione, across the desk, she was studying hard.

Zhang Qiu smiled slightly: "Do you want to be together?"

Hermione's face was hot, she turned her head, and snorted arrogantly: "No, I want to review!"

"okay then."

Hermione looked up at Zhang Qiu's slender willow waist, and the black hair that was vertical to the hips, swinging around, and couldn't help scratching her messy hair.

"Two little vixens."

The voice next to my ear sounded again, lingering like a curse, making people upset.

ten o'clock.

Hermione woke up in a trance, only to realize that her book had only turned two pages.

Where's the time.

Hermione stood up angrily, her legs were so weak that she almost fell.

The living room was completely silent.

Hermione's teeth gnashing voice came from the bedroom: "Bastard, you bastard, you made my clothes sticky and wet!"

Harry yelled aggrievedly: "Hermione, you are still unreasonable, I have nothing to do with rain, uh..."

"Hmm..."

Helena passed by the door and listened for a moment.

Tonight, I guess I don't need to make dinner.

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A breeze blows the review plan on the desk.

The parchment was rolled up for a while, but fell down again powerlessly.

It seemed to be roaring angrily: "I agreed to strictly abide by the plan and review! I agreed to fight until dawn! Drink... tui..., scumbag."

On the first day of the review plan, it failed.

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