Rebirth of the Harry Potter

Harry Lodge.

Helena stayed alone in this deserted room.

Since she moved in here, she has never felt lonely, even though often she was sitting by the window alone in the house, looking at the sky, and no one spoke to her.

But today she felt the room was extremely cold.

She turned her head to look at the fireplace. The wood had not burned nearly half, and the flame was burning.

There was a sense of melancholy and loneliness in my heart.

She thought about it, perhaps because Harry was going to leave today, even if it was just more than two weeks away.

"I've been through chaos for thousands of years, and I never felt that the time is long, but now, it's just a short vacation...oh..."

"It's a strange feeling... Harry, how is he good? A little color embryo... and bullying himself all day..." Helena stared blankly.

She bent over and stood beside Harry's bed, packing him up and carrying the suitcase.

The skirt dragged along the hips to the ground, the posture attracted imagination.

A few strands of transparent curly hair dripped, and Helena combed naturally behind her ears.

Her hand suddenly stiffened, staring at the hair in her hand, and she didn't know what it tasted like: "I almost forgot I was a ghost."

Helena walked to the window of Harry's bedroom, picked up a picture of Harry and Astoria grimacing, her hand on the glass of the picture frame, and looked out.

In the yard, at the bulletin board, a group of students braved the snow and was there, wondering who else posted anything.

"We are back, Sister Helena." As Helena walked away, Astoria's voice rang from outside.

Helena quickly put the photo back in place and walked out of Harry's bedroom.

"You..." Helena looked at the suitcase floating behind Harry.

"Isn't there a Hogwarts Express train at night?" Helena suddenly thought that Harry would appear phantom and didn't need to take the train. He could leave at any time: "Are you leaving now?"

"I haven't packed your luggage yet."

"Wait..." Harry suddenly stopped Helena, who wanted to enter his room and continue to pack her clothes.

Harry asked puzzled: "Who told you I'm leaving?"

"Don't you leave? Isn't it Christmas holiday? Then you are..." Helena jumped in her heart, suddenly rejoicing, but thinking of her decision just now, she felt sad again.

"Of course not leaving. The only place I can live is here and the broken cauldron bar. I still have things in school, so I will naturally stay in school."

Harry said, "Or do you just want me to leave?"

"No, no," Helena said quickly.

"Let me find out again, you have this kind of thought, hum, I will... beat your **** into eight petals."

Unexpectedly, this time Helena did not cover her hips shyly, but tilted her head slightly, not knowing what she was thinking, and said in disbelief: "You have the ability to fight."

Harry: "..."

Zhang Qiu and Hermione looked at Harry with dangerous eyes.

"...Cough... you put Zhang Qiu's stuff in another bedroom first, and she will live with us in the future. Zhang Qiu, don't you really reconsider? My bed is really big Soft again."

Astoria nodded: "Yes, especially brother's arms are the most comfortable."

Zhang Qiuhong blushed and said, "You haven't even reached the age of 14."

Hermione didn't know why, and suddenly her eyes flickered and nobody noticed.

...

Harry used Helena as a servant, not at all.

Poor ghost.

Unexpectedly, after his death, he would be exploited by Zhou Paipi.

It would be so sad to show Royna Ravenclaw to see her daughter being swept away.

Helena heard Harry's words, but did not obey to work.

She bit her lip lightly and said, "I have something to say."

"What's the matter?" Harry asked.

"Me, I'm leaving."

"Where are you going?" Someone frowned.

"I'm a ghost. I shouldn't have too much contact with strangers." Helena turned her face, leaving Harry with a beautiful profile, her eyebrows lowered: "I'm moving out of here."

Harry looked cold, he took two steps forward, and Helena was forced to take two steps back.

"You... what are you going to do!" Helena stopped by the sofa. When she was nervous, she forgot that she was a ghost and could penetrate objects.

"Wait a moment." Harry said to Zhang Qiu and Hermione.

Harry froze his face and pulled Helena, who tried to resist but had no effect, into her room, and the door was shut tightly.

Hermione and Zhang Qiu looked at each other.

Soon, there was a woman crying and loud crackles in the room.

The voice mourns, twists and turns, and chokes from time to time.

"Don't... woo... I'm wrong, hurt..."

"I will never leave...forgive me...oooo..."

Hermione, Zhang Qiu restless, Harry will not treat her...

long time……

The door was opened again.

Helena followed closely behind Harry. She looked at Harry in horror, her hands covering her hips.

She choked, her long eyelashes were covered with teardrops, as if they were hibiscus-like, and the teardrops were nostalgic for her white skin, and then she reintegrated into her body.

When Helena saw Zhang Qiu and Hermione, she looked awkward and panicked.

Much like the little girl who had been spoiled by the old man, she saw two genuine ladies.

Zhang Qiu suddenly couldn't help laughing.

Helena is the ghost of Ravenclaw College. She never thought that the haughty ghost would become like this.

...

Snowflakes are flying.

The bulletin board at Hogwarts.

Lots of footprints scattered around, stomping away the snow.

The original dirty and old bulletin board has been replaced with a larger new wooden sign.

The students were all around here at this time because a new piece of parchment was nailed on it.

It's not Helena's holiday notice.

It was written by a student.

Three big words are at the top: [Challenge Book]

"To Professor Sybil Trelawney:"

"I will use the knowledge I learned in the arithmetic divination class to challenge your ability to show up in the divination class and the pride you are proud of."

"If you lose, it proves that you are just a liar. Please leave Hogwarts immediately."

"If you win, I will apologize for offering 10,000 gold gallons."

"Time: Christmas noon."

"Location: Auditorium-all professors at Hogwarts will be witnesses."

"Waiting for your arrival."

"--Hermione Granger."

The words on the parchment would rotate on the paper every once in a while to form two cartoon characters. They were Hermione and Trelawney. They held each other with their magic wands, and the words burst like sparks. Then rearrange them into sentences.

After a circle of students read the contents of the parchment, they couldn't help but take a breath.

"Horror is like this, horror is like this."

"It's too exciting, the students challenge the professor."

A Quidditch fanatic began to convert Jin Jialong into something he could understand: "Ten thousand Jin Jialong! It's too scary. I read Quidditch Weekly a few days ago, and it still says magic The Sports Department is arguing whether it is necessary to pay the national team to buy seven fire arrows. This ten thousand gold gallon is enough to buy more than twenty fire arrows!"

A wizard swallowed and swallowed: "If I have so many gallons, I must immediately deposit it in the fairy Gully Bank!"

"You are thinking of eating peaches."

"I should have driven this scammer out long ago." A senior girl said angrily: "I was told by her to die for three years because of unknown. My family took my whole world because of her nonsense. Find a way to lift the curse of destiny."

"As a result, she predicted that it was time for me to die, and I still had nothing."

"Guess what she said? She said, ‘I don’t want to thank you—because you don’t know how hard I have done to save your poor life.’ f~k~, shameless!”

"However, is it possible for Granger to win? Although Trelawney is nagging all day long, he hardly learns anything from her. But she was also recruited by Professor Dumbledore anyway, and stayed in school for ten A few years. It’s impossible not to have some real power?”

"Hermione Granger was in the third grade, although she said she was very smart, but she should have learned arithmetic divination classes for half a year. Where can she go?" Some people thought that this contest was just a joke. He sneered: "Ten thousand gold gallons, really rich."

Hearing his words, it seemed like Hermione had lost the challenge.

"Anyway, I wish I could teach Trelawney a lesson. I'm really fed up to see what she pretends to know all day long."

"I didn't expect to have a holiday, there can be such an interesting thing."

"It's a pity that on Christmas Day, I'm going home and can't eat such a big melon."

"Hey, anyway, it's okay to go home this year. I want to stay here to watch the show."

More and more people are attracted.

Everyone said his own opinion.

Supportive, ridiculed, angry, melon eating...

...

Trelawney actually bluffed many people with her pretense.

The bulletin board has started to quarrel with the few wizards who have broken her heart.

After a while, it will develop into a wand pointing at each other.

Lavender and Parvati are here. The two of them are Trelawney's loyal fans.

The kind of brain powder.

They have obeyed Trelawney, and Trelawney believes everything she says.

They squeezed into the innermost layer and waited to see what was written on the parchment.

His face has changed.

"How dare she!"

"Unforgivable!"

The two were very angry~www.ltnovel.com~ It seemed that the **** in my heart was defiled.

But Parvati suddenly exclaimed: "I remembered, Professor she once predicted that she would receive a gift from the goddess of wealth."

"Is this the case?"

The two looked excited: "It must be so!"

"Ah, why did you tear it off..." Suddenly Parvati reached out and ripped the piece of paper nailed to the bulletin board.

Parvati glanced at them disdainfully: "I tell you, we are going to send this to Professor Trelawney. On Christmas Day, the professor will definitely appear."

"Granger, just wait to be the laughing stock of the school." The two were confident and walked away.

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