Rebirth of the Harry Potter

The last days of the holiday.

Furong arrived at Diagon Alley.

She is about to enter the Wizarding Bank of England. She graduated from Boothbarton School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and has excellent results in the N.E.W.T exam. It is not difficult to get this job.

Where I live, of course I lived in the broken cauldron bar.

Now there is a saying among the Muggle girls in the Broken Cauldron that the seventh floor is the harem of the little boss, because Harry only let beautiful witches live in.

It was even later reported that there was an evil magic under Harib on the seventh floor. All girls who stepped in would be cursed and fell in love with Harry hopelessly.

"I am not a British wizard after all. I want to retain the British magic world for a long time, especially when I have to enter the wizard bank under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Magic. The procedures are very troublesome. The International Magic Cooperation Department of the French Ministry of Magic and the International Magic Cooperation Department of the British Ministry of Magic are connected. It took a long time to allow a group of wizards to enter each other's countries." Furong said.

Harry didn't know the purpose of the Magic Cooperation Department of the Ministry of Magic. Listening to Fleur's meaning, it seemed to have the role of the Muggle National Entry and Exit Office for visas.

Behind Furong suddenly jumped out a little girl with azure blue eyes, long waterfall-like silver hair, a slight smile revealing sweet dimples and neat white teeth.

It's a small lotus.

"As soon as Gabriel hears that she will see you, she has to come together." Furong said helplessly.

Fleur looked at Harry shyly and complicatedly with silvery blue eyes.

Merlin, what did my mother think, let me marry this little three-year-old.

Gabriel ran to Harry, took Harry's arm, and looked happy.

Furong pretended to be sad and said, "Gabriel, are you going to abandon your sister so soon?"

Gabriel stuck out her tongue and said, "That's right."

Harry couldn't help rubbing Gabriel's silver hair, which was only around his waist.

Who can refuse the attribute of silver hair?

"Let's get to the top first, otherwise Diagon Alley will be congested." Harry said.

The bloodline of the enchanted baby in the bodies of Furong and Gabriel has attracted a large area of ​​wizards around them into dementia, looking at them silly.

Large and small suitcases contain things that Lotus needs.

Furong looked at the doors of the rows of rooms on this floor and smiled, "Where do I live?"

A room door opened and three beautiful girls appeared.

Hermione picked up a piece of luggage, gave Harry angrily, and Harry looked away with a guilty conscience.

Zhang Qiu smiled and said to Furong: "Furong, live next door to us."

"At night, you must be careful and close the door tightly, otherwise I don't know what monster will come in." Hermione said.

"Oh oh." Furong nodded.

When facing Hermione and Zhang Qiu, she always had an indescribable sense of embarrassment. In the last semester, she often visited Harry's cottage. In the subtleties of life, she could feel the strong feelings between Harry and them, which gave her the feeling of forcibly inserted into their lives.

Fleur looked at Astoria very keenly. She noticed that the innocent girl, Astoria, seemed to have changed.

She glanced at Harry again, and thought to herself: It can't be what I think it is, no.

Even though she thought so, she couldn't help but put her lovely sister Gabrila to her side.

If Harry were to kill the little Lori Astoria, then her sister would be really in danger.

Fleur couldn't hide his actions from Harry, and Harry was speechless.

Noting Harry’s gaze shifting on Gabriel’s body, Fleur said in a warning tone: “Harry, Gabriel has just passed her tenth birthday. She is one year away from school. You must not play Gabriel. Li's idea."

Harry said angrily: "How come I was misunderstood like this by you! Am I that kind of person?"

Astoria grinned and said, "Are you talking about the very comfortable thing my brother did to me? At least until Gabriel reaches adulthood."

Harry looked up at the ceiling of the corridor, the pattern was very beautiful.

...

The letter from Hogwarts was very late this year.

Generally, students will receive a letter from Owl half a month to a month before the start of school.

Harry opened the envelope that had just been removed from the owl's leg.

There are three pieces of parchment in the letter.

One is for September 1st, the school start date as usual, and the other is a new book for fifth grade.

There are only two new books, one is "Standard Spells, Level 5" Miranda Gesack, and the other is "Learn to Use Dark Magic" Wilbert Slinka. It seems that Snape is ready for this semester. Openly led the students to the road of learning black magic.

"Ok?"

A hard thing rolled out of the envelope. It was a red and gold badge in the shape of a Gryffindor lion.

This is the prefect badge.

Starting from the fifth grade, Hogwarts will select prefects from among the students to achieve better management of the school.

This is an honor, because only the best students in each class will be selected.

The last piece of parchment is a letter written by Minerva, about his selection as the prefect, and the various tasks and rights that the prefect needs to be responsible for.

"Harry, I'm the prefect." The door slammed open, and Hermione rushed in and shouted excitedly, her face flushed, and the Gryffindor prefect badge in her hand.

"Guessed, who among the girls is better than you." Harry laughed.

"But I am going to return mine, and give it to someone else while there is time." Harry raised the parchment letter paper and badge in his hand.

"You... why?" Hermione didn't expect Harry to say that.

Harry seemed to be a little bit distressed: "If it was Dumbledore, he would definitely understand what I was thinking, and would not think that I wanted the status of prefect... but he couldn't tell. He wanted me to be Minister of Magic, maybe he Would be happy to let me stay in the position of prefect first. But Professor McGonagall must have completely treated me like a child and gave me a small toy..."

Hermione raised her eyebrows: "Then you can return mine by the way, and remember to say sorry to Professor McGonagall."

"But I think you are very happy?"

"Of course, I must be very happy, because of its symbolic meaning, not because I care about the prefect's rights." Hermione said.

"If it were in my first and second grade, when I was still new to the prefect, I would definitely be happy to be a prefect and experience the identity of a subordinate, but now, in the four years at Hogwarts, I am I'm familiar with what the chief has to do, so I don't care much about whether to do it or not." Hermione said.

"You think it's good, let the first and second graders be the prefects."

...

Hogwarts ~www.ltnovel.com~Gryffindor Dean's Office.

Professor McGonagall put on his glasses and continued to look at the parchment: "Professor Sprout, well, I hope that by November, the school will purchase 40 Ramola grasses. This is the graduation project for this year's seventh grade graduates. ."

She picked up a letter again: "Professor Sinista, the astronomy class should update the teaching equipment. The newly launched Comet 1995 astronomical telescope can see farther and clearer, and it also has a camera function. Thirty frames, oh , I also attached the price very intimately..."

"Do these professors open banks when they are in school?" Professor McGonagall shook his head.

She didn't worry about these things before she became the principal.

Putting the astronomy professor's request next to the pending document for the time being, he picked up the next one: "Hagrid's? His hunting ground..."

"Pop." There was a clear sound.

There was an extra figure in the office.

"Principal McGonagall."

"Oh, Merlin!" Harry appeared suddenly, obviously frightening Professor McGonagall.

Professor McGonagall's eyes widened, and he took a few deep breaths before he calmed down.

"Principal, Hermione and I don't think it is suitable for the presidency, you can find someone else." Harry was embarrassed.

"Okay, I see, you go." Professor McGonagall said.

Harry wondered about Professor McGonagall's attitude, but said nothing.

He put two badges on the desk.

Professor McGonagall thought: As expected, as Albus said, Harry would definitely decline.

Professor McGonagall took the badge and frowned, thinking: "Who else can be the prefect? ​​Boy... It seems Neville? Longbottom is good, girl, who else?"

Harry in front of closing the door, hearing Neville's name, his mind moved, suddenly thought of something.

...

Note: The last chapter was closed, it was Harry and Astoria.