Reborn Harry Potter

..Chapter 96 All broken!

Harry went back to the dormitory.

In the darkness, Harry sat quietly on the bed.

He is not asleep.

For some reason, when he and Zhang Qiu became ordinary classmates.

Sadness is naturally there, but there is also a relaxed mood, as if no longer bothered by any problems.

Is it because of Hermione?After all, I really can't think of how to get along with them.

……

but……

Do I really... like Hermione?

Harry imagined what would happen to him if Hermione told him that she was in love with someone else.

It will be uncomfortable, but it seems... not as painful as imagined.

Is this because it's just my own imagination and subconsciously doesn't take it seriously, or is it because I don't like Hermione that much?

The question haunted Harry.

……

Seems like I've been a kid for so long, even mentally, Harry thought.

What am I here for?

I am for magic, mysterious magic.

Wanting to understand this, Harry got up, sat in front of the table, took out a piece of letter paper from the drawer, dipped the quill pen into the ink, and when he was about to write, his hand stopped, making it difficult to write.

"Snapped"

A drop of black ink drops on paper.

Harry crumpled up the paper, threw it away, and took out a new one.

This time, without hesitation, the handwriting appeared on the paper.

"Hermione, you are a lovable girl, but I think you are still a child, and you can't make a clear judgment on your relationship. You are only 11 years old this year, and you have met too few people in your world. This will interfere with your judgment. We went from unfamiliar to familiar in less than half a year. When you grow up, you will realize how big the world is, and you will meet more and more people. I don’t want to be affected by me. It's your real choice. If after a few years, you still don't hate me, then let's start again... - Harry."

Close the pen.

Harry wondered how Hermione would feel when he received the letter, because he didn't want to think about it.

He called Xiao Hei and tied the letter to Xiao Hei's leg.

Xiao Hei flapped his wings and flew away.

After returning to the bed, my hand touched a soft mass.

The little cutie just came back, and its fur is still cool.

Harry gently stroked the cutie, listened to its sound of chanting, and slowly fell asleep...

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The next day, after waking up.

It occurred to Harry that he had forgotten something. He had forgotten to take care of Professor Sprout's herbs.

During the 4 days when he was sick, he never went to keep the greenhouse warm at night.

When he ran to the herb shed, he only hoped that the herbs would not freeze to death.

When I opened the door, a gust of hot air rushed in.

A girl was extinguishing one stove after another, leaving only a few to keep the room warm.

Seeing Harry coming in, the girl explained, "When you were sick, I came over to light the fire in the herb room for you at night."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, and said softly: "Then, thank you, Zhang Qiu."

"you are welcome."

Zhang Qiu walked past Harry with his head down.

Harry stood at the door, dazed for a long time before waking up, closing the door and leaving here.

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In the morning, Harry made potions in the classroom. He stayed all morning, but he was absent-minded and made many mistakes.

Harry frowned at the pot of Whispering Potion.

After drinking this potion, only the person who drinks it wants to let whoever hears what he said can hear it.

Otherwise even yelling in a person's ear, that person can't hear anything.

The potion was about to succeed, but Harry was in a bad mood.

He pointed his wand at the cauldron.

"Clean up"

A pot of light blue medicine was emptied in one roll.

I really have no patience, it seems that I am not suitable for this kind of task.

Although Harry's Potions grade was excellent, it was only because he read a lot.He didn't enjoy the subject very much, much less obsessively than Snape.

He decided to use this winter vacation to make potions largely because of his curiosity about Snape's potions textbook.

He doesn't want to play any more now.

He didn't want to spend a lot of time specializing in potions, since Snape was all he needed anyway.

I don't know what expression Snape had when he returned the remaining potion.

After tidying up the classroom, I went downstairs with the equipment, ready to send it back to the basement classroom.

……

Harry was sitting in the Gryffindor common room, recalling Snape's cold eyes just now, his appearance just now was definitely not pretending, it was from the heart.

"Bang, bang, bang"

There was a knock on the door.

Unexpectedly, the fat lady forgot the door password again, Harry thought helplessly.

I had to stand up and go to open the door.

When the petite figure came in through the round door, then raised its head and stared at Harry with those big eyes.

Slowly the eye sockets are red.

Harry opened his mouth, knowing for the first time what it meant to be overwhelmed...

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