Rebirth of the Harry Potter

The fourth day of the Easter holiday.

early morning.

Since it was a rainy day, the living room was lit with warm lights.

Hermione sat at her desk, trying to read a book.

She felt that she hadn't reviewed well these few days, and she was a little depraved, and it was all Harry's fault.

Today must not be affected by anything, Hermione clenched her fists and secretly made up her mind.

"Hermione, it's so early." Harry came out of the bedroom and said with a smile.

"If you didn't drag me to read some brochures yesterday and delay me for another night, I wouldn't have woken up so early." Hermione curled her lips.

"Anyway, others will spend time looking at those things, and we will save a lot of time compared to other people watching them together," Harry said.

"Sophistry," said Hermione.

But thinking about it this way, I feel much more relaxed. Since everyone wants to watch it, then I don't count it as a waste of time, hehe.

But she still said: "Then you read so many, did you choose the job you want to do in the future?"

Harry was silent, shaking his head: "No."

Hermione raised her brows: "You didn't really look at it, you were just playing around. From this point of view, I was wasted time by you."

"Harry, what's the matter with you..." Hermione couldn't help asking before Harry retorted with gags as usual, only seeing Harry's brows furrowed tightly, as if he was very preoccupied.

Harry sighed, walked around behind Hermione, and smiled, "Do you think I'm suffering from depression?"

As Harry said, he stretched out his arms and hugged Hermione's neck, holding her close to his chest. His fingers of his right hand brushed Hermione's beautiful neck with an extremely intimate attitude, but his eyes were a little distracted.

Hermione rolled her eyes: "I've never seen such an energetic depressed patient like you."

Harry smiled slightly.

"Harry, what's wrong with you?" Hermione turned her head and looked at Harry seriously.

"What's wrong with me?"

"I think you have mental problems."

"Maybe." Harry said in a leisurely tone, "Others should be excited to discuss those pamphlets, and they can't sleep all night, because that's the future, but I, hehe... I suddenly realized that I am very interested in the future. I'm at a loss, what should I do now? What will I do after leaving Hogwarts? I live like this every day, the world turns over and over like that, and it feels meaningless."

"But I'm not even in my twenties now, why do I start thinking about such a silly philosophical question as 'why do people live'?"

"You know, when I first knew that Nicole Flamel gave up his life and was willing to face death, I didn't understand what he was thinking, isn't it good to live?" Harry sighed deeply.

"He used the Philosopher's Stone to live for more than six hundred years, but how long can we live? I'm afraid it is a very long time."

"After I got the Sorcerer's Stone, I didn't give it to Dumbledore, but Dumbledore didn't ask me for it, and he never even mentioned it again. He knew that the Sorcerer's Stone was in my hand, but he didn't care This alchemy stone that claims to make people live forever."

Harry laughed at himself: "Do you think I'm hypocritical?"

"Well, I suddenly thought about this kind of question."

"Do I have to be born as a squib, with three years of magic power not increasing, being ridiculed by others, being divorced by my fiancée, or a bone in my body being dug out - not a sponge body. After going through all kinds of ridicule and fighting desperately for decades, I finally become The most powerful person in the magic world, and then I feel happy in life?"

"Are you saying I'm a bitch? Too little social beating."

Hermione held Harry's hand tightly. She had never seen Harry like this before, and she was a little... at a loss.

Hermione frowned and thought, and suddenly smiled: "I probably understand the reason why your mind is so troubled, and there is a solution, do you believe it?"

Harry came back to his senses, staring at Hermione with emerald green eyes, with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Tell me and listen."

"It's actually very simple." Hermione said without making a fuss, "No matter what happens in the future, now, you just need to find one thing to do and have a goal."

"That's it?" Harry waited for a moment, but didn't wait for the next sentence, with a puzzled expression.

"Well, you'll know if it succeeds or not, just try it." Hermione looked extremely confident.

"But, what goal do I want to set?" Harry asked with a frown.

Hermione turned her head to look around, her eyes thoughtful, she clapped her hands for the last time, and said happily, "Yes, Auror."

"Auror?"

"Yes, you should take it as the top priority right now and complete it."

"Oh—" Harry was absent-minded.

"Now, let's discuss how to be an Auror." Hermione said seriously.

Harry nodded slowly.

"If you want to join the Aurors, it must be very simple. Minister Dumbledore and Mad-Eye Moody can't wait to agree to you. But we don't do that, we follow the normal route, otherwise there is no point. "

Hermione showed a calm smile and guided: "So first, you need to have the best grades."

"Ok."

"As far as I know, Aurors are required to have at least four certificates, none lower than 'E', and three with "O"."

"Besides that, you have to be prepared to go through a series of strict personality and intelligence tests in the Auror office. I read an issue not long ago and mentioned that there have been no new Aurors hired for three consecutive years."

"St. Mungo's Hospital employs therapists, which require professional talents, while Aurors want to become all-rounders, and they must dabble in all kinds of useful magic."

"Such as Transfiguration, because Aurors often need to change or maintain their appearance in their work. There is also Charms, there are no useless charms, only useless wizards. And Potions... making potions and antidotes is Auror Professor Snape must be very happy about the necessary knowledge, this course is a hurdle you must pass on the road to becoming an Auror." A smirk flashed across Hermione's face.

"Of course, there is Defense Against the Dark Arts, which is essential. We must not forget that Aurors are always dealing with danger."

Harry opened his mouth, but before he could speak, Hermione put her hand over his lips.

"I know you want to say that you are very powerful now, but you can become even more powerful, can't you? Letting you move towards an Auror does not really make you an Auror. The result is not important, but the process is important."

"I see." Harry blinked, and was about to bite Hermione's finger calmly, but she had already withdrawn her hand.

"I suddenly remembered something else. Aurors have to undergo three years of training to observe whether wizards show good response ability when under pressure, as well as perseverance, unity, and dedication. But, in Before this, the Ministry of Magic will first review the files of those wizards who apply to become Aurors to see their illegal records, if this is not passed, there will be no future at all."

Harry murmured: "Then should I delete the history in my browser, no, I should shred the hard drive."

Hermione gave Harry a white look, and said coquettishly, "Nonsense."

"It's about your being interrogated by the wizard military court. This is an illegal record."

"But in the end the charges were all dropped, weren't they?" Harry said.

"The records exist."

"But it doesn't matter, as long as the Minister of Magic speaks, this kind of strict or lax review will definitely not affect you." Hermione turned to laugh.

"You really arranged me clearly." Harry squinted his eyes and chuckled, his eyes were very clear, and he didn't see the confusion just now.

"Based on what you're saying, it looks like I'm going to have a good relationship with the Minister of Magic." Some of Harry's nature began to revive, and he said meaningfully.

Hermione didn't notice the danger at all: "Are you still trying to make a relationship, Dumbledore will definitely not embarrass you with such a small matter."

"I'm not talking about him, I'm talking about you..." Harry said softly, like a lover's whisper.

Hermione had been sitting in the armchair, and Harry was standing behind her, with his hands on her shoulders.

At this moment, as soon as the words fell, Harry's hands had nimbly darted into Hermione's lapel.

Hermione was so angry, could she still have a good chat.

But the body that was already in the shape of Harry couldn't resist the familiar kneading of Harry's familiar palms, and her body immediately went limp, and the peachy-faced chair leaned against Harry's chest.

"Harry, what are you doing?" Hermione turned her head and raised her head slightly, her eyebrows seemed to be accusing, but she didn't know how moist her eyes were.

Harry was condescending, with his lips pressed against the side of Hermione's face, and said softly: "It will take several years to become an Auror, maybe you will be the Minister of Magic by then, then I will please you in advance."

"How is it possible... um..." Hermione opened her red lips and panted lightly. Although her head was a little confused, she immediately refuted when she said that she would become the Minister of Magic.

"How is that impossible?" Harry began to kiss the corners of Hermione's eyes, flushed cheeks, white and plump neck, and white and tender chin.

"Hmm...huh..." Hermione blanked her head, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

"You are an employee of the Ministry of Magic. You became the office director of the editorial department in one year, the head of the propaganda department in two years, and the minister in three years. That's it."

Hearing Harry's funny words, Hermione couldn't help but smile.

Harry had already kissed Hermione's moist lips, and Hermione's lilac tongue seemed to have a crystal clear red bead in her mouth, which was very interesting to tease.

"Hermione, thank you..." Harry teased, while looking at Hermione deeply, unable to speak clearly.

Hermione closed her eyes.

Harry hugged Hermione and whispered, "Minister Hermione, I think, here, to please you..."

Hermione's heart skipped a beat, she shook her head lightly, and murmured, "No, don't be here, they're about to wake up..."

Harry didn't give Hermione a chance to resist, he waved his hand, and the magic book and notes on the table that Hermione regarded as treasures were blown to the ground by a gust of wind.

Harry gently placed Hermione on the table, and unbuttoned their clothes...

"Hmm..." Hermione stretched her snow-white neck and sang loudly.

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creak.

Zhang Qiu opened the door and came out.

Seeing this scene at the desk left her dumbstruck, and almost forgot to breathe.

Hermione was lying sideways by the desk, her white body was so dazzling, and one of her legs was raised so much by Harry...

The key points are clearly seen by her.

A clear brook overflowed and ran down the corner of the smooth table, down the legs, and soaked the rug.

Hermione's eyes met Zhang Qiu's.

Her face was so red that she could bleed, she groaned, and begged in a crying voice: "Quick...stop, Zhang Qiu..."

When Harry looked up.

Zhang Qiu has already hurried back to the bedroom, closing the door tightly, his heart beating wildly.

Astoria hadn't woken up yet, and said in a daze, "Sister Zhang Qiu, why are you back?"

Zhang Qiu slipped back to the bed, hugged Astoria tightly, and said in a panic, "It's all right, it's dangerous outside, we're safe under the covers."

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living room.

Harry didn't stop.

Tears flowed from the corners of Hermione's eyes, and she said in shame: "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Lever..."

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