Rebirth of the Harry Potter

The third day of the Easter holiday.

It was raining continuously, looking at the overlapping dark clouds in the sky, it must be raining for several days.

"Morning, Helena." Harry came out of the bedroom, saw Helena writing something on a large piece of parchment, and greeted her.

"Harry, you too..." Helena raised her head and smiled slightly.

Then his expression stagnated slightly, his white soul trembled slightly, and in the end it turned out to be like a cloud sprayed with pink paint.

Because Harry was bare-chested and got up in only a pair of shorts.

Helena has been a princess since she was a child, and she has been educated in the best aristocratic etiquette, and her words and deeds are usually elegant and aristocratic.

When she was alive, all the pure-blood family men who pursued her were polite, generous and decent, and the gentleman's clothes they wore were without any wrinkles.

It was the first time in a thousand years that she saw a man standing in front of her like this.

Although he usually knew that Harry was in their bedroom, doing his best, but at least there was a door across them, so he could not see it.

But now, Harry was standing directly in front of him.

"Harry, what are you doing! Why are you undressed!" Helena screamed, twisting around.

Harry tugged at his shorts and smiled, "Isn't that what I'm wearing?"

This noble lady is really interesting, she is over a thousand years old, and her skin is still as thin as a little girl. Fortunately, I didn't let her go, otherwise, where would I find this one-in-a-million soul? .

"What's yours? It's no different from not wearing it! You, put on your clothes quickly, it's indecent." Helena closed her eyes tightly.

Harry smiled and said, "I'm at home, I can wear whatever I want and feel comfortable."

"You, a little ghost, dare to meddle in my affairs, I'm afraid you haven't seen it." Harry said in a "fierce" tone.

Helena was trembling with fright. She guessed that it was not a good story.

Harry walked up to her, stretched out his index finger, and gently poked Helena's elastic soul body, curiously said: "Helena, how did I find out that your body has been turning red recently? Doesn't that mean you're shy?"

"It's... no." Helena said, shrinking the arm poked by Harry.

"Then what's your reaction? Look, it's even redder."

Helena shouted: "It's anger, because of anger, my soul turns red."

"Are you angry too?" Harry squinted, "I've known you for so long, and I haven't seen what you look like when you're angry."

"Come on, show me a show, if you can't do it, hehe..." Harry continued to poke it twice.

"I warn you, don't go too far!" Helena stared into Harry's eyes angrily, her chest heaved and her jade-like fists were clenched into balls.

Harry got more aggressive, moving his finger to Helena's face.

Poke poke...

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Just when Harry was worried that Helena was really angry and was about to stop.

Helena "exploded".

The anger on her body suddenly dissipated, her eyebrows lowered, and she said obediently: "Good master, I was wrong, please don't punish me, okay?"

Harry: "..."

"You..." Harry wanted to say something, but finally waved his hand, "Forget it..."

He likes to play with Helena where the villainous master bullies the weak maid. The more helpless and angry Helena shows, the more excited he is. Helena suddenly confessed obediently, but he lost interest.

Back to the original topic,

Harry asked: "Isn't your soul always transparent and light white, why did it turn red, do you know what's going on?"

Helena said: "I don't know what's going on, but I just feel that my soul suddenly grows stronger, and then I have the ability to change the color of my soul every time my heart surges."

"There's nothing wrong with it, right?" Harry was a little worried about what would happen if Helena broke.

Seeing the worry in Harry's eyes, Helena said softly, "I feel fine."

Harry stroked his chin absently, thought for a while, and suddenly said, "I might know what's going on with you!"

Helena looked at Harry questioningly.

Harry said loudly: "You are a ghost, maybe because you have been with me for a long time, you have absorbed my energy, your soul has grown stronger, and you have broken through some barriers."

"Ghosts are absorbing your energy!" Helena shouted, "Don't mess with me with your oriental ghost setting!"

"Haha." Harry laughed, glanced at what Helena was writing, and walked into the bathroom.

Helena secretly looked at the young man standing at the bathroom door, shirtless, brushing his teeth in front of the mirror, feeling complicated.

In fact, there was one thing she didn't say, which was a strange feeling: she felt something very attractive in Harry, something that made her addicted.

Like a whirlpool, she couldn't help but want to get close to him, wishing to blend into him, but she kept suppressing this feeling.

"Ugh……"

Helena picked up the quill filled with ink and murmured, "You're just a ghost... just a ghost..."

She didn't notice that the tip of the quill pen in her hand was tapping on the parchment unconsciously, almost poking a hole in the parchment.

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In the afternoon, Helena went downstairs.

A notice was posted on the bulletin board in front of the lobby, which read in large letters:

Although it was raining, the parchment was cast with the "waterproof and moisture-proof" magic spell by Helena, so it would not be affected by the rain.

Students from other grades noticed the new announcement as they were having dinner.

When he realized that it had nothing to do with him, he left immediately.

"I feel that this is a deadly rope tied around my neck, and I can only watch it get tighter and tighter." A fifth-grade student was shaking like chaff, feeling terrified in his heart.

The sixth grade students gloated at the mournful expressions of the fifth graders.

You must know that they experienced this incident a year ago, and they can best understand how panicked, nervous, and urgent they felt after seeing this notice.

As a person who has experienced it, he is qualified to gloat.

The old students in the seventh grade watched the performance of the sixth grade with cold eyes.

Their complexion is even more solemn than that of the fifth grade students.

This announcement wasn't just for fifth graders to emphasize how important their upcoming O. exams were.

For their seventh-grade students, the meaning of supervision is stronger.

Because the s test is conducted at the same time as the O. test, it is more difficult, stricter, and more torturous than the O. test, and its meaning can be understood as a carpet bombing magic test.

In the auditorium, Helena stood on the teacher's seat, and her voice was clear and sweet: "Later, please invite the fifth-grade prefects of each college to my office to collect books on introducing various magic professions. After returning to the dormitory tower, distribute them to Fifth graders."

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