Reborn Harry Potter

Chapter 201 Astoria Confessed!

When you see the letter.

Harry was just surprised.

Astoria is so cute and innocent, it's only normal for someone to like her.

He didn't intend to interfere with Astoria, so after he received her letter, he handed it to her again.

How to reject such a letter is something Astoria has to learn.

Then, he heard Astoria say unintentionally: "She gave it to me carefully when there were only the two of us left in the class, and she emphasized that she must watch it when there is no one else. I really don't understand." why."

Harry's hand froze.

She, it's her, right, I'm sure I heard right.

"Hey, brother, why don't you let go."

Harry took the letter over again, and said naturally: "Astoria, you don't know what to do when we meet tomorrow and still have to write a letter, then let me help you reply, anyway. What is written in it is that I want to be friends with you, and you just know it.”

"Well, okay." Astoria then buried herself in her homework seriously.

Harry unwrapped the pink letter and opened the folded letter.

Tsk, are all the little girls this powerful now?

The warm temperature between those words could melt people, but luckily Astoria didn't let them see.

Hermione had only read two or three lines before she dared not read any more.

Harry put his hand on the letter, and the writing slowly faded.

Just use this piece of paper to reply to that girl.

Harry wrote a few words in the letter casually, and Hermione was overjoyed to see it.

Harry said seriously: "Astoria, just hand the letter to your classmate, don't open it."

"Okay." Astoria was very obedient.

(Note: If you want to know what is written in the letter and what Harry replied, please vote for it (?_?)...)

The words are off, when it comes to the card game that boys love to play.

Naturally, Harry would not play this game. The last celebrity added to the card was Harry Potter. The picture was a little boy shrouded in black mist, and the name of the card was Harry Potter, Child of Destiny.

Of course, girls also have games they like to play. Girls will play some small games such as dress-up. I heard that it came from the Muggle world, and it is called Princess Barbie's wardrobe.

The magical version of the doll is definitely different from the Muggle ones. Barbie clothes bought in the wizarding world can be changed as one likes, and Barbie can be transformed into a child, with the same body proportions, but shrunk.

It is completely possible to let her try on any clothes and see what looks good in them, instead of changing them one by one.

Having said so much besides the topic, Harry and Hermione after the protection of magical creatures class.

They came to the library.

Hermione brought over a dozen large and thick books, the thinnest of which were as thick as a brick.

Hermione said: "I want to be proficient in arithmetic and divination within half a year, at least to the extent better than Professor Plauney. Finishing these books is just the beginning."

Harry had told her that Teplawney was too good to work so hard.

Hermione didn't believe it: "She is at least a professor who has worked at Hogwarts for more than ten years."

However, Hermione ignored her current thinking and practice: she thought that as long as she worked hard for half a year, she would be able to beat Teplawney in the field of divination.

Doesn't this contradict the importance she attaches to Teproney.

Hermione really has too much self-confidence in some areas.

So Harry had to be pulled in, to be with her.

A week later, Gore and Crabbe dropped out.

It caused a heated discussion in the small Hogwarts.

For a school with a total population of more than 500 students, Hogwarts is indeed a small school.

The students in the school don't look up and look down, and the parents know each other.

Therefore, it is impossible for the two of them to withdraw suddenly from school without arousing discussion.

A more reliable statement is that the father of the two of them was expelled from the Ministry of Magic, and they were going to transfer to a small magic school.

They are just two very inconspicuous people at ordinary times, and everyone just said a few words and ignored their affairs, and soon forgot about it.

Pitiful……

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Thursday morning, Snape Potions class.

He made things difficult for Gryffindor as always, and when he found that Harry was so thick-skinned that he ignored any difficulties, and that Hermione, after becoming the best student in his magic class, could perfectly answer any of his questions, he didn't bother to answer them up.

The artillery fire was mainly concentrated on Neville.

Although Harry hoped to change Neville's character, it had some success.

But Neville was still timid when facing Snape, just like a mouse meets a cat, they are naturally incompatible.

Thursday afternoon is Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

When they rushed to Professor Lupine's first Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Professor Lupine hadn't arrived yet.

Hermione sat down and produced her textbook, quill and parchment.

Ever since I experienced Professor Quirrell who was suspected to have a relationship with Voldemort in the first grade, and Professor Lockhart who was only bragging and smiling in the second grade and brought the naughty elves to the classroom.

Students have been completely disappointed in Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

But Hermione had seen him fight off dementors, and she thought Professor Lupine had some real skills.

Professor Lupine finally entered the classroom.

He had a faint smile on his face, and he was carrying that tattered old box.

He was no longer in rags, but put on a brand new light gray wizard robe. He looked much healthier than when he was on the train, as if he had eaten a few full meals at Hogwarts.

"First of all, I would like to thank one of your classmates for giving me this robe, which fits perfectly." Lupine smiled.

"You can put away the books spread out on the table, because we are going to have a practical class this time."

Hearing the practical class, the students exchanged meaningful glances.

That professor who turned Defense Against the Dark Arts into a stage play loves to give them bad practice lessons.

Still, they couldn't lose faith in Defense Against the Dark Arts, which taught powerful magic.

What if, what if Professor Lupine is more reliable.

So the students followed Lu Ping out of the classroom expectantly and apprehensively.

He led them through the empty corridor and around a corner.

They passed a room they had previously avoided for fear of going to, Filch's office.

Now the door is locked.

"The new administrator hasn't arrived yet."

"But I bet she would never use this room."

Lupine led them down a second corridor and stopped outside the door of the staff lounge.

"Come in," said Professor Lupine, opening the door and taking a step back.

The staff lounge is a long room with wood paneling on all sides and filled with old mismatched chairs.

There was only one teacher in the room now, Professor Snape sitting in a low armchair.

When the classmates filed into the room, he turned his face, his eyes sparkled, and a sneer sneered at the corner of his mouth.

After Professor Lupine came in, he was about to close the door behind him when Snape said, "Don't close the door, Lupine, I don't want to see these idiots behave."

He stood up and strode past his classmates, his black robe fluttering behind him.

Walking outside the door, he turned around again and said, "I don't know if anyone told you, Lupine, that there is a Neville Longbottom in this class. I suggest you don't entrust him with any complicated matters." Do."

"Also, I don't know if you can stand the arrogance of Mr. Potter and Miss Granger, hum."

Snape snorted unhappily, bang, closed the door and left.

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(My computer was thrown on the ground by a child at home two days ago, and it broke. I am stupid and lazy, and the 2 chapters I wrote are gone. I have to write again, and I can only write with my mobile phone, hehe...)