Rebirth of the Harry Potter

"Harry, your godfather is here too." Professor McGonagall said before Harry asked.

"Is it necessary? I'm not a kid anymore." Harry didn't want to imagine what it was like.

The parents smiled kindly, and taught the child well. He would have passed this age a long time ago.

Hermione said, "In Sirius' eyes, you will always be a child."

The auditorium gradually became deserted.

Hermione noticed the time, drank the last sip of pumpkin porridge, and said, "In ten minutes, Professor Bins's history of magic exam is about to begin, Harry, I'm leaving first. Looking forward to your performance in the evening."

"Which aspect do you mean?" Harry raised his brows and asked sharply.

Hermione: "...Of course it's the Triwizard Tournament, what else can it be."

After breakfast.

Harry stood up lazily.

Fleur stood up from the Ravenclaw table, and Cedric, Victor, Poliaco Brown, and Vincent Piccoque also stood up and walked towards the conference room.

Harry walked through the hall, opened the door and walked into the conference room.

There are a dozen wizards in the house.

The most conspicuous is a wizard in his thirties with a strong aristocratic atmosphere-Sirius Black.

He was the center of the crowd, and several wizards surrounded him, with pleasing smiles on their faces.

Because Sirius is a big man, it is rumored that he works in a newly established place called the Phoenix Special Office of the Ministry of Magic. This office is the most mysterious department of the Ministry of Magic. No one knows who the specific members are. Lido was directly dispatched. Although the members have no real power, their positions are only one head lower than the ministers of various departments.

And his wealth, the Wizarding Bank of England, he holds 15% of the shares. He is also the only individual shareholder, and the remaining shares are in the hands of the Ministry of Magic.

"Hello, Mr. Black. This is Amos Diggory. I am now working in the Magical Beast Management Office of the Ministry of Magic..." a wizard with glasses said excitedly, holding Sirius' hand tightly.

"Um, hello..." Although Sirius didn't want to show impoliteness, he really didn't know this person, and a trace of doubt flashed across his face.

Amos Diggory hasn’t seen it yet, and still happily said: “My child is Cedric. He is graduating this year. His academic performance is very good. I think if you can prepare a copy for him With a letter of recommendation, he will definitely be able to find a good position in the Ministry of Magic. I’m afraid you don’t know, this kid has admired you since he was a child...

Sirius: Oh, worship me and settle down in Azkaban?

Cedric came over, and he took his parents and stood by the door.

Viktor Krum was in a corner of the house talking fast Bulgarian to his black-haired parents, and he inherited his father's hook nose.

On the other side, Fleur was babbling to her mother in French. Fleur's sister Gabriel held her mother's hand, and she waved to Harry.

Furong and her sister inherited their mother's appearance. Their mother has more Veeva bloodlines than their sisters. They look more dreamy and are a beautiful blonde woman.

It’s hard to understand how Mr. Delacour was willing to separate from her unless he didn’t...

The three of them stood together, arranged in order of height, like small hibiscus, hibiscus, and large hibiscus.

Fleur's mother looked at Harry with interest and smiled: "I finally met."

Harry felt embarrassed: Is this an official meeting with his parents?

The thought that he had eaten so much tofu in Furong, facing her mother, could not help but give birth to some guilty conscience.

"Hello, ma'am," Harry said.

"I want to come to see your game." Mother Fleur leaned over and kissed Harry on the cheek: "Thank you for saving Gabriel."

A faint scent of rose comes out. Are French women so passionate? Harry couldn't stand it.

Harry couldn't help laughing again when she heard Fleur's mother's substandard English.

Furong's mother gave Harry an annoyed look. She also knew she could not speak English well, but Harry couldn't hide it.

Harry was flustered by Fleur's mother's eyes, and then stabilized immediately, with a vigilance in his heart: Hmph, trying to seduce me, another person who greets me!

"Can you show us around Hogwarts, Harry?" Fleur's mother said.

"Okay," Harry said.

They walked towards the door leading to the auditorium, and when they passed Sirius, Sirius nodded slightly without saying a word.

Harry accompanied Fleur, Gabriel and Mrs. Delacour for a walk on the sunny field, and had a very pleasant morning.

After all, there are three beauties, big and small, who will feel comfortable.

Harry showed them Boothbatten's carriage and Durmstrang's ship.

Mrs. Delacour was very interested in beating the willow and stood under the tree for a long time.

"Listen to Fleur, do you have a girlfriend?" Mrs. Delacour asked.

"Yes, there are several, so if Furong marries me, she can only be a child, and she might be wronged."

Mrs. Delacour said with a smile: "Then you have to take care of Fleur."

"Hehe, you are so enlightened." What can Harry do but smile.

In the afternoon, Harry led them around the castle.

From time to time, some students rushed out from the classroom next to them, shouting: "Ahaha...I finally finished the exam, I am liberated! Go to TMD!"

Then, as soon as they saw Furong and the others, their faces immediately flushed, and they left embarrassedly.

"Am I looking old and ugly, or why would they run away as soon as they saw my face." Mrs. Delacour touched her oval face and said sadly.

"How can you, they all thought you were Furong's beautiful sister, so I must be embarrassed to be presumptuous in front of you. No one is surprised that you are my girlfriend when you are so young." Harry said.

"Nonsense." Fleur slapped Harry's hand.

Mrs. Delacour just smiled.

...

At night.

Dinner is very rich.

The faculty table was full, Dumbledore took time out, and there were some old men and women in gorgeous robes. These should belong to the International Federation of Wizards.

The students' excitement reached the highest point.

Because this semester is completely over, they don't have to worry about exam problems anymore.

So everyone is relaxed and looking forward to today's game wholeheartedly.

"Yesterday you took the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, I haven't asked how it was." Harry said.

Hermione smiled triumphantly: "Professor Snape was shocked by my performance yesterday."

"Before Professor Snape released the Leopard, I cast a bunch of buff curses on myself, including the Lightness Curse, Haste Curse, Quick Eyes Curse, Calm Curse, Iron Armor Curse, Guardian Curse, Rebound Curse... Professor Nep should have given me excellence and defeated Cystic Leopard, but I worked hard. There were three other students, who seemed to really think they could get along, and Professor Snape asked them to retake the exam next year, and there were more than a dozen students. Because I accidentally inhaled poison gas during the battle, I am still lying in the school hospital."

The enchanted ceiling turned from blue to dark purple twilight, and Headmaster McGonagall looked at Dumbledore and motioned for him to speak.

Minister Dumbledore stood up at the staff desk, and the auditorium fell silent.

He looked deeply at all the students in the auditorium with complicated, gratified, and nostalgic eyes.

Then his voice said with a clear voice: "Ladies and gentlemen, in five minutes, I will invite everyone to the Quidditch Stadium to watch the final event of the Triwizard Tournament~www.ltnovel.com~Now, the Warriors Follow Mr. Bagman to the sports field first."

Harry stood up weakly, and the students of Gryffindor applauded him.

"Harry Harry, come on."

"Harry, you are the best..."

"Harry, good luck."

Even with a few fans of other warriors, their voices were silenced.

Hermione wondered: Since when have everyone loved Harry?

...

Note: When I read the original, I always hate everyone being isolated and look down on Harry, especially the people in Gryffindor.

Very frustrated.

As the protagonist, everyone should love him.

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