Reborn Harry Potter

Gryffindor common room.

The arriving student speaks a password, and the Fat Lady opens the cave door.

The circular common room was filled with tables and floppy armchairs, and the fire was crackling and crackling.Students whispered and walked past the jumping flames.

George and Fred climbed the last spiral staircase to their quarters at the top of the tower.

Five four-poster beds stood against the wall, hung with crimson curtains, and each person's trunk was placed at the foot of the bed.

There are many posters of Quidditch stars on the walls of their dormitory.

George sat by the bed and whispered, "We will only turn 17 in April next year. If we miss this time, we will never have this opportunity in our whole life."

Fred said, "I know, you think I don't want to try."

George said: "The "threshold" that Principal McGonagall said, do you think it is possible for us..."

Fred said: "You think it will be so easy. Since the professor has made a limit, there must be very few wizards who can easily break through this limit. I don't think we are the wizards with superhuman magical talents she refers to. "

Compared with other wizards, Fred is quite rational, he has self-knowledge.

"However, we still have to try, what if there is a power in our body that we haven't understood?" Fred laughed.

"But don't have too much hope, our more hope is to put it on another condition." Fred said furtively.

George and Fred almost agreed, and he said, "Age, you mean? Aging agent?"

Fred said: "Principal McGonagall also said just now that it is not she who decides the students who meet the standards to participate in the competition, but a referee outside the school. This is our opportunity. If the professor of the school is the referee, then We're the ones who've run out of drama, and the professors must know who the seventh graders are."

"But changing to an unfamiliar referee is different. As long as we can fool him that we are older than 17 years old, then it will be fine."

George said: "Yes, the final selection of the warriors is also decided by the referee. If we can fool the referee, that is our ability. At that time, Professor McGonagall will have nothing to say."

"That's right, that's the reason," said Fred.

"Hey, [-] Galleons..." The two brothers laughed together, as if they had already seen the picture of their success.

At this time, in the whole of Hogwarts, like the two brothers, there are still many wizards who have started to make up their minds.

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Harry's cabin.

Harry squatted down, keeping eye level with Astoria, and said gently, "Astoria, can we discuss one thing?"

"Brother, what's the matter?" Astoria said.

Harry stroked the top of Astoria's head and said, "You're in the third grade now, you've grown up, you can't sleep with me anymore, you know?"

"How about changing rooms with your sister Hermione? You sleep in the same room as your sister Zhang Qiu."

Zhang Qiu almost fell down.

Hermione, who was tidying up the living room, blushed and cursed: "Harry, what are you talking about! I won't sleep with you!"

And Astoria's petite body trembled slightly, she lowered her head, and a crying voice came from under her long blond hair: "Brother..."

"what happened?"

Astoria slowly raised her head, with tears in her big beautiful eyes, she looked at Harry with pleading eyes and a trace of fear: "Don't you want Astoria? Where is Astoria?" If it is wrong, brother can tell me, and I will definitely change it, but brother must not drive Astoria away."

Harry smiled wryly, he didn't expect Astoria to have such a big reaction.He held Astoria's face in his right hand and said, "Of course not, I just want to..."

Seeing that Astoria was about to cry again, Harry quickly hugged her into his arms and said, "Well, pretend I didn't say what I just said."

Astoria buried her head in Harry's shoulder, sobbing.

Harry gave Hermione a helpless look.

Hermione felt a little bit of regret in her heart.

"Bah! The devil would be sorry!" Hermione shouted in her heart.

night.

Harry lay on the bed, listening to the storm raging outside, but felt very comfortable in his heart.

Because of some worry, Astoria grabbed Harry's hand nervously, and pressed half of her body against Harry's body, for fear that Harry would leave her and run away.

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The next morning the storm died down, but the ceiling of the auditorium still showed a cloud of gloom.

While Harry, Hermione, Cho Chang, and Astoria were having breakfast and studying their new timetable for this term, thick bluish-gray clouds were rolling over their heads.

A few seats away, a group of Fred, George, and Lee Jordan were discussing how to use magical magic to age themselves so that they could get away with it and participate in the Triwizard Tournament.

But they seemed to be afraid that their voices were too low, and almost half of the auditorium could hear what they were saying.

Hermione ran her finger over Monday's column on the timetable and said, "Herbology, with the Hufflepuffs, Care of Magical Creatures, with Slytherin...no afternoon..."

Zhang Qiu scooped a spoonful of honey on her bread, spread it evenly, took a bite and said, "We have a Potions class with Professor Snape in the morning, and Transfiguration class in the afternoon..."

……

Due to the heavy rain a few days ago, the vegetable field they passed was wet, and they took a step and got sunken.

Harry's herbal class today was in Greenhouse No. [-], and what Professor Sprout taught the class today was a very ugly plant.

In fact, they didn't look like plants, but rather like black, slimy slugs, sticking straight out of the soil.And each of them was wriggling slightly, and there were many large shiny bubbles on their bodies, which seemed to be filled with liquid.

"Who knows what this is?" asked Professor Sprout.

Ron covered his nose, looked disgusted, and counted in a disgusted tone: "Whoever wants to know knows."

Professor Sprout didn't look at him at all, but looked at the few people who usually actively answered questions.

"Okay, Miss Granger..." said Professor Sprout.

Hermione put down her small hand and said, "This botanical name is Babo Tuber."

"Correct, two points for Gryffindor."

Professor Sprout said: "Our task today is to learn what it does and how to harvest useful things from it."

"See the many bulges on the stem? We need to squeeze them with our hands and collect its pus..."

"Provoke..." The girls from the two colleges took a step back one after another, their faces full of horror.

"Professor, can I not do it?" a Hufflepuff girl said.

"No," said Professor Sprout.

She smiled and said: "Don't be so disgusted, I didn't ask you to do it directly, I also prepared dragon leather gloves for you, remember to wear gloves, because undiluted Babo tuber pus is very corrosive .”

"However, a medicine made from the diluted babo tuber juice is the best medicine for acne, and it can make your skin breakable, like curdled fat, powdery and jade-like. . . "

The eyes of the girls lit up, and there was no hate in their eyes, only fiery love.

Hermione is no exception, even though she is already very beautiful.

"If this thing gets into the Muggle world, I'm afraid it will drive all women crazy." Hermione said.

Professor Sprout said: "There used to be an ancient potion called "Rejuvenating Beauty Potion". , this formula disappeared forever with the disappearance of its owner, the witch Sha Ji."

The process of squeezing Babo tubers is disgusting, but the girls feel satisfied one by one.

Whenever a bulge is squeezed, a large jet of viscous, yellow-green liquid will be ejected, and a pungent gasoline smell will be emitted.

They collected these liquids in bottles according to Professor Sprout's instruction. By the end of get out of class, the students had already collected several bottles.

Professor Sprout put a stopper on the bottle and said, "I'll give these materials to Madam Pomfrey. Around Halloween, each of you will get a small bottle of Babo tuber potion."

"Good." The beauty-loving witches jumped up excitedly.

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